Anthony's eyes widened as they fell upon her painfully humiliated face, and his hands fell from her face to her shoulders. Before his hold on her shoulders loosened and he gently massaged her shoulders, she flinched a little.
She nodded, her eyes shining with tears as she recalled how long he had made her feel.
"Elizabeth, I was pretty hammered on our wedding night," he said.
She had been left alone in their hotel suite, and her innocent, eager anticipation had been dashed when the dignified, distant husband had returned three hours later, so inebriated that he could hardly stand. Elizabeth was left devastated when he collapsed onto the bed and immediately passed out. Two hours later, his touch on her body had awakened her from her restless slumber, and he had strummed at and played with her body like it was a perfectly honed musical instrument, turning her into a willing subject to his every whim.
She had responded in such a way that it had hardly occurred to her that his lips had never touched hers. While she tried to maintain their intimacy, he had kissed pretty much every other part of her body. However, afterward, he had denigrated the act, effectively crushing her frail spirit. Anthony's eyes lowered to where her hands were still restlessly fumbling with the pencil that had fallen into her lap as she could tell he was thinking back on what had happened that evening as well. He stopped the movement by lowering one enormous hand over hers.
"I was very angry with you. Since I felt confined" He confessed,
"Anthony that's incorrect" she mumbled. "You still feel resentment today"
"things change"
"Some things are inexcusable and unpardonable."She said in a painfully low voice,
She dragged her hands out from under his and he growled, "We're not getting anywhere with this."
"That's what I've been telling you for the last three days," She said,
He bit off a curse before standing up suddenly. To counteract his height, she leaped up as well. She had calculated incorrectly, however, as he was still too close to her and when she stood up, her breasts touched the length of his body from groin to torso. As awareness simmered between them, they both immediately became still. Anthony's arms rose to loosely circle her despite her attempts to put some distance between them. His hands met in the small of her back, and the tips of his fingers barely touched the slight swell on her backside. Elizabeth made a soft noise as he tried to do this. She wanted to push him away, but somehow her hands were idly stroking instead of using any force as they came up to firmly brace against his chest.
She could feel his sudden arousal as his big hands moved down to fully cup her behind and he lifted her a little. His head dipped until his mouth was next to her ear as he slackly pressed against her.
With his hot, moist breath against her ear, he crooned, "Despite everything, you want me. And you know I want you too."
"Just sex" She protested flimsily
He softly said, "Maybe,"
before moving down to nuzzle the area just below her ear that was sensitive to touch and that he knew drove her crazy. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck to get closer to his solid body, but this time it worked. Elizabeth moaned in desire. His hot mouth moved down to her throat, licking, sucking, and nibbling the exposed skin as it went. Elizabeth hid her face in his short, soft hair and stifled a scream of unadulterated, smoldering lust.
When his hands finally made contact with her back's exposed skin, they both screamed as he was busy yanking her blouse out of her skirt's waistband. He muttered something before bringing his hands up to her bra's clasp, detaching it with skill, and bringing them around and under the delicate B-cups. When his thumbs touched her tender nipples, she screamed and hunched violently against him. He groaned while also half-laughing at her outlandish response to his touch.
He was nibbling lightly on her neck when he whispered, "I want you,"
his breath fluttering against her skin. She cried, desperately wanting him despite her bitterness, anger, and frustration,
She wished she was better at resisting him. Slowly, she nodded, her closed eyes leaking tears that ran down her cheeks.
"Please."
She wasn't sure if she was pleading with him to stop or go on, but Anthony interpreted it as a yes. Her lacy panties were dealt with quickly, and his hot, urgent fingers found her melting core with accuracy, stroking, plunging, and preparing her. One of his hands dropped from her breasts and pulled at her skirt until it was bunched up around her hips. She fumbled with the opening of his pants before lowering her hands to his belt buckle and capturing him in her grasp. She massaged and caressed him on her own, savoring the familiar satiny texture, the warmth, the hardness, and the substantial size of him.
She was moved around and raised until she was leaning against the desk he had been casually half-sitting on before he made an animalistic noise. He moved between her spread thighs and raised her until her backside was firmly placed on the desk. He tilted her pelvis just enough to get the perfect angle, and then, with a groan of pure satisfaction, sank into her warm, comforting heat. Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat as she was once more taken aback by his length, girth, and incredible hardness.