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"Anthony?" I called out softly, feeling the need for more of him already.
"Hmm?" he replied, his voice still a bit hoarse from our earlier activities.
"Should we do it again?" I asked, biting my lip in anticipation. I felt him chuckle against my skin, and I knew that he was just as eager as I was.
Before I knew it, he had rolled me onto my back, his body covering mine as he pressed his already hard cock into my side. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in to capture my lips with his. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel the heat building between us once again.
He pulled back for a moment, his hands trailing down my body as he reached between my legs, finding me already wet and ready for him. He teased me for a moment, running his fingers along my folds before finally pushing inside me once again. I moaned his name, my body arching up to meet his with each thrust.
This time, our lovemaking was more urgent, more desperate. We were both driven by a hunger that could not be denied, and we moved together with a wild abandon that left us both breathless. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our moans filling the air as we spiraled towards the edge of ecstasy.
And then, with a cry of pleasure, we both tumbled over the edge, our bodies convulsing with the force of our release. We lay there for a moment, both of us panting and sweating, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and passion. I looked up at Anthony’s face, and I knew that this was only the beginning of a night filled with endless pleasure and desire.
I woke up to the warm presence of Anthony in bed beside me, his breathing steady and calm. As I looked up at him, he looked so peaceful and content, and I smiled at the sight.
Gently slipping out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom, feeling the cool tiles under my bare feet. I brushed my teeth and used the toilet, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts at the back of my mind about Anthony's upcoming meeting with my dad that day.
When I returned to the bedroom, Anthony was already awake, his gaze fixed on me. He didn't sit up but instead beckoned me over to join him with a simple command.
"Come here," he said, his voice low and intimate.
I went to him, feeling his arms wrap around me as he pulled me close. He hugged and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. For a moment, we simply held each other, basking in the comfort of our embrace.
"Laura, I have to tell you something," he said, his voice serious now.
My mind leaped and went in a different direction, and I felt a knot of anxiety form in my stomach. I looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"When I meet with your dad today, I'm going to tell him about us," he said, his gaze steady and unwavering.
I made a face of disbelief, suddenly feeling very apprehensive.
"And you think we can solve everything by telling my dad about us?" I asked, my voice tinged with doubt.
"Babe, let me resolve this so we can live peacefully," he replied, his eyes searching mine for understanding.
I sighed, feeling a sense of resignation. "I just wish I knew how this would play out. I'm sorry, it's all my fault," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No, Laura, all of this isn't your fault," he said, his words a balm to my frayed nerves.
As I looked into his eyes, I knew that I could trust him to do what was best for us. With a deep breath, I leaned in to kiss him once more, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine and hoping that our first night together wouldn’t be our last.
Chapter nineteen
Anthony
I watched as Laura continued to rummage through her closet, the hangers jingling softly as she searched for something suitable to wear. I admired the way she moved, with purpose and grace, her long blond hair cascading down her back in gentle waves. As she shifted through the racks of clothing, I felt a sense of warmth in my chest, knowing that she was mine.
Despite the early hour, the sunlight was already filtering through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. The soft rustle of fabric filled the room as Laura pieced together various outfits, each one deemed unsuitable and quickly discarded. I chuckled to myself.
I stood up from the bed and felt a sudden surge of desire as my eyes locked onto her slender, petite figure. Her toned body was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but admire her curves as she moved. My gaze drifted down to her lacy underwear, the delicate fabric clinging to her skin in all the right places. I could feel my pulse quicken as I took a step closer to her, the scent of her freshly applied perfume filling my nostrils.
"You’re going to be late to work, Laura," I whispered, my voice low and husky. She turned to me, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of amusement and desire.
"Look at that, babe, wear that," I suggested, pointing at a pair of white and sky-blue loose trousers that had been paired together on the hanger. She hesitated for a moment, her lips pursed in thought.
"Nooo, I wore that a week ago," she whined, pouting slightly.
"But it's clean now," I said, trying to convince her. "And you looked so good in it."
