Chapter 7
I directed Anthony to a little family-owned diner in the center of the town that had the best southern breakfast I’d ever had; my momma was more of a dinner chef and even she admitted that her grits and gravy couldn’t compare to the succulent dishes prepared at this restaurant.
“So,” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me after we were shown to a private booth in the midst of the busy diner, “Not that I’m in any way complaining but, what’s with the early-morning wakeup call?”
“I thought a lot about our conversation yesterday as well and finally came to the conclusion that, it was no wonder you thought we were just having a fling,” he grinned, “I never took you on a proper date.”
“Is that what this is?” I teased, “Well, in that case, I think I can show you around the town enough to satisfy your debt.”
“Debt? Are you kidding? I love spending time with you,” he insisted as his gaze settled on her with amorous intent. The intensity of his expression made me slightly uncomfortable but in a daring, exciting way. It was as though his expression was daring me to come out of my element and do something I had never done before. It was a look of admiration that I wasn’t certain I deserved but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
“Thanks,” I answered, unsure of another response, or if the response I was giving him was even worthy of his comment.
Staring into his eyes, a juxtaposition of intense emotions consumed me. I felt lost but content. I felt nervous but protected. I wanted to turn away but didn’t want to break our current connection.
Eventually, the waitress came to take our order, which inevitably shattered the intensity of the moment but once it was gone, I feared never being able to get it back.
The rest of the day was spent exploring the town, which held a much more entertaining vibe when I was with him, then it ever did. I showed him places that were special to me and even introduced him to a couple of the people I had known all my life.
They were all friendly but some of them, I could tell, knew exactly who he was and secretly wondered what I was doing out and about with him.
I knew that I would be the talk of the town and my parents would probably know everything that happened by the time I got home but for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.
Even though Anthony and I hadn’t known each other all that long, I was proud to be with him. I was excited at the fact that he wanted to be with me.
Being with Anthony felt different and that day, I realized that I found a strength inside of me that I wasn’t aware I possessed.
It was a feeling that gave me a great sense of power, curiosity, and alluring confidence; not only in myself but in Anthony.
It was this duel confidence that led us back to Anthony’s hotel room later that afternoon.
Walking inside together, there was no secret about what we were there to do but the hotel staff and patrons had practiced their poker faces many times before. Therefore, we were not the least bit ashamed to be walking triumphantly to the elevator together.
However, our attraction to one another could barely contain itself long enough to make it to the hotel room.
After starting to kiss in the elevator and being interrupted by a couple exchanging places with us at our floor, it only took a moment for us to resume the moment the door closed.
Anthony was quick to pull me close to him and press his lips against mine, while his hands scoured my bodice, looking for a piece of clothing to remove.
Excited and tantalized by the taste of him and the ambrosia found in the thought of what we were about to do, I followed suit, starting to unbutton his shirt as he backed me up against the bed.
By the time the back of my legs hit the comforter, I had succeeded in opening Anthony’s shirt and was sliding the fabric down his arms, revealing him in all his taught, nearly-perfect masculinity.
Wearing only jeans, Anthony eased me onto the bed, having undone the clasp on my skirt, causing it to cascade to the floor.
I easily tore my shirt off and tossed it aside, while I watched a fire light eagerly in Anthony’s eyes.
We needed one another. Now.
The entire day of being together had culminated into one intense, passionate moment, which was now becoming physically painful for us both.
Inspired by my bold advancement, Anthony tore off his jeans before grasping ahold of my breasts and teasing them slightly before easing his arms around, to unhook my bra.
Once I was revealed fully to him, Anthony took each of my breasts in his hands and kissed them in a gentle motion that seemed odd with the rough touch of his hands.
The strange sensation caused me to tremble with anticipation. I grasped ahold of his shoulders and spun him around, so that I was able to push him back, onto the bed.
When I straddled him, immediately after he eased himself back onto the comforter, I closed my eyes, feeling his hard, pulsing member shudder against the moist sheath of my womanliness.
His eyebrows raised with intrigue as my hands slid up the dips and valleys of his sinewy torso and rested over his elbows.
The heat that radiated off him was enticing and with every excited pulse, I felt my passionate essence thrusting toward it further.
I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth, grinding myself against him in a manner that put pressure on my clit, making me want to moan in pleasure.
However, I suppressed the moan until I slid myself over him and could no longer contain it.
I watched his muscles flex as his hands grasped my arms in response to filling me and the intensity of my need for him was accentuated.
Anthony chucked at my reaction and the jolt of it reverberated through me, sending a shock of pleasure through my entire body.
The moment I recovered from my momentary lustful paralyzation, I started to move against him, hard and fast.
I closed my eyes, focusing on feeling him inside me.
He reacted, moving with my body with a motion that helped him go deeper as I consumed more of him with every thrust.
Back and forth, the two of us moved, wildly and without regard for noise, nor neighbor.
The force of our movements caused the bed frame to slam against the wall and with the building tensions, my moans grew louder.
Neither of us consciously recognized this though because we had entered a world all our own, where the only thing that mattered was a plethora of physical and emotional pleasure.
The moment built as sweat started to drip down our bodies from exertion and our blood was set ablaze with the force of our lust.
The amount of intensity that was retired to keep our pace eventually wore on us, as we tried to hold out for as long as possible. Yet, the mutual physical hindrances were more a strangely engaging reward; urging us to continue.
Eventually, we entered a state of mind where only the present was important. For more than a moment, nothing else mattered to either of us but the presence of one another. Life and all the challenges that came along with living dissipated into nothing more but fuel to encourage our euphoric escape.
These natural reactions only added to our allure and when the moment came, that brought the two of us out of this world, we remained as one.