Anthony had seen his fair share of broken-down cars, but the sight of your beat-up vehicle had even him raising an eyebrow. He wiped the grease from his hands onto an old rag as he looked over the car that had just been towed into his garage. The hood was propped open, revealing a mess of wires and hoses that looked like they'd seen better days.

"What happened to your ride?" he grumbled, a bit of suspicion laced within his voice. "Looks like it's been through a war."

And he wasn’t wrong. The car was covered in scratches and marks, one mirror was missing, and the engine was just barely clinging to life. It was a miracle you were able to even get your car here before it died on you, with Anthony’s shop’s placement being a godsend.

But you didn’t need to tell Anthony all of the details.. especially as to how your car even ended up in this state.

After inspecting your “car” critically, he stood up straight, eyes meeting yours. Despite his reservations, he wasn’t one to pry. Money is money, and he did need a paycheck sometime soon.

"This thing's a mess. It's gonna take a while to fix, and it ain't gonna be cheap."

Anthony stated, brushing off his shirt. But the payment being a hefty price shouldn’t be a problem for you, now would it?

Then came the request that surprised Anthony. You had claimed that the nearby motel was fully booked, and you had nowhere to stay. It wasn’t really, but he didn’t need to know that. Police were everywhere searching for you, so stealing another car, or staying somewhere public wasn’t an option. It would draw attention, something you really didn't need or want right now. Plus, no one would ever think you’d be sheltering away here. While waiting for your shit to get fixed, you can easily hide out here until the cops get off your ass and everything calms down.

Anthony grunted, thinking for a moment. It was rare for him to offer help, especially to a stranger, but he had a spare room in his small house, and {{user}}'s situation tugged at some buried instinct.

After a lengthy silence, and despite the hesitation gnawing at the back of his mind, he caved.

"Well, there's no room here, but you can crash at my place until I get your car running again.”

If only he knew he was offering shelter to a wanted criminal.

He huffed out a rough laugh at your words. "Don't worry about it. I ain't in this for the money." He paused, studying you as best he could through his half-lidded eyes. You were an odd one, no doubt, but there was something about you that had him intrigued. Maybe it was just a gut feeling.

"Just stick to my house until I can get your car up and running again, yeah?" Anthony paused for a moment before adding gruffly, "And call me Tony." It felt strange to say, but somehow right coming out of his mouth.

Anthony glanced over at you as you removed your jumpsuit, revealing toned and soft-looking skin underneath. He turned his gaze to the floor and cleared his throat. It'd been a while since he had company in his house aside from his cat. "Uh, sure," he muttered, gesturing towards the hallway leading to the bathroom. He wondered how long it would take for you to get your act together; sometimes people took forever in there.

"My room's down that way," he added, pointing to a door at the end of the hall before turning away and returning to his workshop. There was no point in invading your privacy any further than necessary.

Anthony grunted in acknowledgment before mumbling, "Yeah, there's some stuff in the drawer by my bed." As he spoke, he kept his attention fixed on a car engine he was cleaning, intent on getting your ride running again. He had no idea what sort of clothes you might be after; frankly, it didn't really matter to him either. He hoped whatever you chose wouldn't make too much noise as you moved about the house tonight.

"Help yourself," he said without looking up from his work, leaving you to your own devices once more. The silence that filled the room was comforting; he preferred it this way.

You took the liberty of borrowing some clothes from his drawer and now stood by his workbench, watching him as he worked on repairing your car. He glanced up occasionally when you'd make a noise, but for the most part kept to himself. His concentration was intense; it didn't take much to draw him away from what he was doing.

The oversized t-shirt clung to your body in ways it probably shouldn't have, outlining your curves and revealing far more than Anthony would've preferred to see while she was at his house. His cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink as he continued working on the engine, doing his best to ignore you completely. But that didn't mean he wasn't taking in every detail.

The touch sent a shiver down his spine as your arms wrapped around him. Anthony didn't move; he didn't want to encourage this sort of behavior. "Of course I do," he grunted, trying his best to sound unimpressed. In truth, it was hard not to react when you were this close to him.

He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that you were only looking for comfort and attention after what had happened back at the motel, but he couldn't help feeling unsettled by your proximity. He knew it wasn't fair of him, and a part of him wanted to tell you so, but another part was too stubborn or dense to admit that maybe there was more going on here than just a simple favor between two people who had nothing in common.

Anthony stiffened under your touch, feeling awkward and uncomfortable with the way you were clinging to him. He didn't know how to react; he wasn't good with this sort of thing. "Hey, come on," he muttered gruffly, trying to sound reassuring even though it came out more like a demand.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, seeing the tears running down your face and realized that maybe his brusqueness wasn't helping matters. Sighing heavily, he gently patted your back in what he hoped was a comforting manner before returning to work on your car without another word.

Anthony paused, taken aback by your question and the emotions it dredged up inside him. He shook his head slowly before looking away, his jaw tensing as he tried to mask the pain that flickered across his features. "No... no, I'm not married," he finally replied, his voice rough and husky from the effort of keeping his composure.

He didn't know why you were asking him this now, or how it was any of your business, but for some reason, the thought of someone else sharing his life, sharing his bed... it stung more than he cared to admit. "Why do you ask?" he managed to say after a moment, keeping his eyes fixed on whatever tool he happened to be working with at that moment.

Anthony's heart ached as he listened to your tears fall and heard you cry his name. He reached up with one hand, cupping your cheek gently before wiping away a tear with his thumb. "Shh... it's okay," he whispered hoarsely, his voice rough from trying not to break down himself.

The warmth of your body pressed against him was almost too much; it sent shivers through him that had nothing to do with discomfort. He felt protective of you, despite knowing better than to get involved with someone like yourself. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out after a moment, hugging you close as best he could while still trying to work on your car. It was the only thing that gave him something else to focus on besides how much it hurt seeing you so upset.

"Love..." Anthony muttered, still trying to process what you had just said. It didn't make sense; people didn't fall in love after a week together. Not like that, not this quickly... And yet there was something about the way you held him, the desperation in your voice, the tears streaming down your face... He knew he shouldn't believe you, but for some reason, he couldn't help feeling like there might be some truth to your story.

"Even if it's true," he rasped finally, "it doesn't change anything." The anger and resentment welled up inside him; why would someone go through all that trouble just to leave? It wasn't fair, not to him or to anyone else who might get involved. But then again, life rarely was.

He shifted uncomfortably beneath your weight, glancing down at the engine he'd been working on before finally returning his attention back to it with a sigh. There was no point in dwelling on things that couldn't be changed; focusing on work might help take his mind off of everything else for a while.

"Just... give me some space, okay?" Anthony said hoarsely, not quite meeting your eyes as he continued working on your car. It wasn't easy to tell you no, but sometimes it was the only way to protect himself from getting hurt any further than he already had been.

Anthony paused again as he listened to your words, their sincerity giving him pause. He glanced over at you briefly before looking away once more, his hands moving with practiced efficiency on the car engine as if trying to ignore what was being said. It didn't work; he could feel the weight of your words pressing down on him like a physical force.

"You shouldn't have come here," he growled after a moment, his tone harsher than intended. He closed his eyes, trying to rein in his emotions but failing miserably. "It's not safe for you."

The truth was that having you around made him feel things he hadn't felt in years; things he'd thought were long gone and buried deep inside of him. It was unsettling, to say the least. And yet... a part of him couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different, if somehow you could find your way back into his life for real.

But he knew better than to hope for that; dreams always ended up shattered on the ground in pieces anyway. So instead, he focused on the task at hand and tried not to think about anything else.

Anthony let out a frustrated growl as your fingers dug into his skin. He didn't mean to hurt you; he just wanted some space, some time alone to think things through. But seeing the pain in your eyes... it tore at his heartstrings, made him feel guilty for wanting anything other than what you were offering.

"Alright," he muttered reluctantly, voice rough with emotion. He glanced over at you before slowly lowering himself down onto the ground next to you, propping himself up on one elbow so he could see your face clearly. "Just... don't make me regret this." There was no mistaking the pleading in his tone; it mirrored yours almost perfectly.

For now, he would indulge your request, but that didn't mean he had to like it or even trust you. He still had his suspicions about who you really were and what you wanted from him. But for today... today could be different if that was what you truly wanted.

Anthony let out a bitter laugh despite himself. "I guess we'll see about that." He gave you a sidelong glance before shifting position so he was sitting cross-legged in front of you. "So, what do you want from me? Really?" There was an edge to his voice as he spoke, not quite able to keep the wariness from showing through.

Part of him wondered if perhaps asking too many questions would only make things worse; maybe it would be better to just go along with whatever you wanted for now and see where it led them. But another part refused to back down, demanded answers that he suspected might not ever come.

Anthony didn't say anything for a moment, simply staring at you as if trying to decide whether or not what you were saying was some sort of joke. But the sincerity in your eyes told him that it wasn't; you meant every word. And somehow, that made it even harder to believe.

"Why me?" he finally managed to say, his voice soft but filled with doubt. "There must be someone else out there who'd want to marry you, someone more... stable." He didn't know why he was being so hard on you; maybe because he knew that getting involved with you would only bring more trouble than it was worth. But there was something about the way you looked at him, as if he were your salvation...

As much as he hated to admit it, a tiny part of him wanted to believe you. Wanted to take your hand in his and promise you everything you'd asked for. But reality was harsh; people didn't fall in love after knowing someone for a week, let alone get married and live happily ever after. And yet... the idea had taken root in his mind, refusing to be shaken loose.

Anthony studied your hands on his own before glancing up at your face. There was something about the way you spoke that made him believe, even though he knew he shouldn't. He could feel a weight lifting from his chest as he considered the possibility of taking a chance on this... insane idea of yours.

"Alright," he said finally, voice sounding almost hoarse with disbelief. "But we take it slow, understand? And if anything changes..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that thought but feeling the need to say something nonetheless. "Just remember, I'm not promising anything."

His gaze shifted back down to your hands before moving slowly upwards again, taking in every detail of your face until he could see nothing but your beautiful smile. Despite his better judgment, a tiny part of him was hopeful that maybe this time, things might actually work out for the best.

"We'll see where it goes from here," he said softly, feeling more than a little dazed by the turn of events. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?"

Anthony smiled slowly as he felt your hands on his skin, the warmth spreading through him like a soothing balm. He'd be lying if he said that this didn't feel good; in fact, it felt downright amazing to finally have someone who wanted to be with him after all these years of feeling alone.

But still... something deep inside him refused to let go completely, telling him not to trust you too much, that there had to be more going on here than just simple affection. He couldn't help but wonder what your real motives were, how you'd ended up in this situation... and whether or not he should even consider taking a chance on all of it.

"We'll see," was all he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to stare into your eyes, searching for any signs that might give away the truth behind them. But you merely smiled back at him, looking every bit the innocent and devoted woman that you were claiming to be in this strange and twisted tale of love and loss.

"I won't let you regret it," you said with a softness that made his heart skip a beat."I won't let you regret it," you said with a softness that made his heart skip a beat.

Anthony glanced down at where you were crouched next to him, watching his every move as he worked on the car engine. It was strange, having someone so close and attentive after all these years of being alone. He supposed that it could be a good thing... or it could backfire spectacularly.

"I don't have any specific plans," he admitted with a shrug. "I'm not really in the mood to cook, but I guess we could order something if you want." Truthfully, he didn't mind spending time with you; it was almost... nice. But he still couldn't help but feel that there was more going on here than met the eye.

He paused, considering his options before speaking again. "Or we could go out, if you prefer." Maybe getting some distance between the two of them would be best; it would give him some time to think and figure out what exactly he wanted from all this.

"What do you feel like doing?" Anthony asked carefully, not wanting to push you one way or another but also not entirely comfortable with simply going along with whatever you suggested either.

"Sure," Anthony agreed with a nod, following you into the house as you led the way to the kitchen. "I've got some beer in the fridge. You can help yourself while I order the food." He paused for a moment before adding hesitantly, "We don't have to stay here if you'd rather go out, you know. There are plenty of other places we could try instead."

He wasn't sure why he was offering alternatives; maybe it was just habit or perhaps a desire not to seem too dependent on whatever decision you made. Either way, it didn't matter all that much now; the important thing was spending time together and seeing where things might lead from here.

Anthony smiled back at you before nodding slowly in agreement. "Alright," he said after a moment, still feeling a little unsure about the whole idea but willing to go along with it for now. "That actually sounds pretty good." He glanced down at himself, then shrugged sheepishly. "I could use some fresh air anyway. I'll just change first and meet you out front in a few minutes."

With that, he turned to head towards the bedroom, leaving you to your task of ordering dinner. As he closed the door behind him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and trepidation wash over him; this entire situation was far more complicated than anything he'd ever imagined it would be.

But for now, he was going to enjoy the night... one way or another.

It didn't take long for Anthony to change into something more suitable for the evening and meet you out front as promised. As he stepped outside, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful the night sky was; it almost made him forget about all his doubts and concerns.

"Alright," he said with a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. "I'm ready whenever you are." His gaze drifted down to where you stood beside your car, looking every bit as attractive as ever in the jacket he'd lent you. It wasn't fair, really; nobody else should look that good in it.

With a sigh, he walked over to join you, taking care not to spill any of the food or drinks you'd set out for your picnic. "So," he began as he paused beside you, glancing around at the spot you'd chosen, "where did you want to go again?"

Anthony smiled as he remembered that spot; it had been one of his favorite places to come when things got too much. It was peaceful and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and it always seemed to have a calming effect on him whenever he visited.

He followed you across the street and through the fence into the forest, marveling at how well you remembered everything about this place even after only hearing his stories about it once before. As you led him deeper into the woods, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over him; this was where he belonged, where he could finally let go of all his doubts and fears.

"Here we are," you said softly, coming to a halt beside a particularly large log that had obviously been used for just the purpose he'd described earlier. "This should be perfect."

"Thanks," he said with a small laugh as he accepted the food and took a seat beside you on the picnic mattress. He couldn't deny that everything did look delicious; he'd been craving Thai food ever since you'd mentioned it earlier, and now that it was here, there was no way he could resist.

As they ate in companionable silence, Anthony found himself relaxing more than he had in years; the sounds of nature around them and the taste of the food were almost intoxicating, drawing him deeper into this strange but wonderful moment where nothing else mattered except for being with you.

"This is really nice," he said between mouthfuls, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he drank from a can of beer. "Thanks for doing all this." It was one thing to think about spending time together; it was another entirely to actually be out here, enjoying each other's company like this.

He couldn't quite figure you out yet, but somehow... it didn't really matter anymore. For now, he would just enjoy the ride and see where things led them.

Anthony couldn't help but smile as your warm breath brushed against his cheek. "Hmm," was all he said in reply, taking another sip of beer as he considered what you'd just said. He supposed it wasn't such a bad idea, having someone like you by his side... if only to keep him grounded and focused on the things that really mattered.

As he set aside the empty can of beer, he glanced up at the stars twinkling overhead, wondering where they might lead them both from here. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring or what troubles might arise, but for now... this moment was perfect, and he intended to savor every second of it while he could.

Anthony studied your face as you looked at him, feeling something akin to wonder flutter in his chest. He'd never really thought about it before, but maybe that was what he'd been missing all these years; someone who could make him feel this way again, this important, this cherished.

As you finished your food and gathered up the trash, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful you were even in the dim light of the moon; your skin was flawless, your features elegant and striking. And the way you looked at him... it made his heart race with a mixture of hope and fear that was both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

For now, though, he would take solace in this moment, basking in the glow of your affection and savoring every second of it like it might be their last. Perhaps tomorrow things would change; perhaps they wouldn't. But for tonight... tonight was theirs, and nothing else mattered.

You leaned against him, your hair tickling his shoulder as it spilled down to their backs. He could feel the warmth of your skin through the thin fabric of her shirt and couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly she fit against him; like a missing piece finally finding its way home.

As you held his hands, he gazed up at the stars, trying to find words to say that wouldn't sound trite or inadequate. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he managed to croak out, "I missed you too." It wasn't much, but it was all he could muster for now.

He glanced at your hands, still feeling the echoes of your memories from that night dancing across his senses. He knew they had shared something special here; perhaps even something more than either of them realized. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw something else there too: a depth of emotion that made him hesitant to delve any deeper for fear of what might be uncovered in the process.

For now, he would take comfort in this moment, cherishing every second they had together while wondering where it all might lead them from here... and if there was even a possibility that it could last.

You swallowed hard as you felt her tears wet your shirt, wishing there was some way to take away the pain and suffering she'd gone through just so they could be together. "I know," he whispered hoarsely, squeezing her hands gently. "And I won't let anything happen to us. I promise." He wasn't sure if his words would mean anything, but he had to try; for both of them.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sounds the rustling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl somewhere off in the distance. But despite their quiet surroundings, Anthony could feel something shifting between them, a connection growing stronger with every passing second that drew them closer together.

He had no idea what the future held for them; all he knew was that for now, this moment was enough. And as long as they had each other, they would find a way to make it through whatever challenges lay ahead.

Anthony hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, the feel of your hands on his skin sending shivers down his spine. "Yeah," he murmured softly, leaning in as you pressed against him, lips parted in anticipation. As their faces drew closer, he could feel the heat emanating from your body; it was intoxicating, making it difficult for him to resist.

His heart raced as their lips met, warm and soft against his own. Your tongue darted out to tease his, tangling with it in a dance that left them both breathless. He slid his hands up your back, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath his fingers; he'd never thought anything could feel so good.

As the kiss deepened, their bodies molding together under the moonlight, Anthony knew there was no going back from this moment; whatever happened next, they would face it together. And for now, that was all that mattered.

As your words washed over him, a surge of possessiveness coursed through his veins. He'd always known that you were special to him, but now...now it felt different; deeper and more intense than anything he'd ever experienced before. And as you continued to kiss him, pleading with him to claim you, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps your words held more truth than fiction.

Pushing away from the thought for now, he surrendered to the passion of the moment, losing himself in the sweet heat of your lips and the feel of your body pressed against his own. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer still as he devoured you with each hungry kiss, his desire for you growing more insistent with every passing second.

It didn't matter where they were or how they'd gotten there; all that mattered was this moment between them, a single perfect instant in time that seemed to stretch on endlessly as they explored each other under the watchful gaze of the moon and stars above.

The feel of your warm skin against his was almost more than he could bear; it sent waves of desire coursing through him, making it difficult to think about anything else but how much he wanted you. His hands roamed up and down your back, pressing into the flesh there as if trying to brand himself onto you permanently.

"Jesus," he muttered hoarsely, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as he felt the evidence of just how aroused she was against him. He tore at the remaining fabric of your shirt until it gave way completely, revealing your breasts to the night air. They were perfect: round and firm with pebbled nipples that beckoned him closer still.

With a groan, he buried his face in the curve of one breast, sucking hungrily as his free hand sought out your bare skin once more. He couldn't get enough; it was as if some primal instinct had taken hold of him, driving him onward toward completion with an urgency that bordered on painful.

"Claim you wildly?" he growled, looking up at her through heavy lidded eyes. "I've already done that." He smiled wickedly as his hand slid lower, teasing the wet heat between your legs before finally pressing forward, slipping two fingers inside with a slickness that left him wondering how much she was even enjoying this.

The feel of your words washing over him only served to heighten the sensations coursing through his body; he was so close now, on the edge of something incredible that it left him unable to focus on anything but the moment at hand. His fingers sought out your clit, teasing and circling before finally pressing down with enough force to send waves of pleasure rippling through you.

"Jane," he groaned, thrusting his hips upward even as his other hand tightened its grip on the nape of your neck. The sensation of being this close was nearly overwhelming; it felt like every nerve ending in his body had been frayed and then set alight all at once. "Claim me?" he gasped, eyes meeting yours even as his mouth sought out yours once more, desperate for any hint of air or sustenance in this moment where nothing else seemed to matter but the two of you.

His hands tightened on your hips as he felt the last threads of his control begin to unravel; this was it, the moment where everything changed. "I won't," he growled into your ear before pushing you down onto his length in one smooth motion, burying himself deep inside you. The sensation of being so completely connected to you almost brought him to his knees, but he managed to stay upright somehow, gritting his teeth against the wave of pleasure washing over him.

His hips began a slow, steady rhythm as he took in the feel of you around him; tight and warm and incredibly real. He could feel every inch of your body pressed against his own, their skin sliding together in perfect harmony as they moved together beneath the starlit sky. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before: raw and primal, a connection that went beyond words or explanations.

He closed his eyes, savoring this moment, even though he knew it couldn't last; soon enough, reality would intrude once more and they would have to face the world together. But for now... now they were their own little universe, existing only in each other's arms. And as you cried out his name with a passion that seemed to echo through every fiber of his being, he knew that no matter what came next, he wouldn't be letting you go anytime soon.

The sensation of you around him was almost too much; it felt as though your body had been made for him, like every inch of his length slid into place with a perfection that went beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. With a growl that came from somewhere deep within him, he thrust harder, faster, lost to the need building inside him as your words whispered through his mind, urging him onward toward completion.

And then it was there: an explosion of pleasure so intense it left him gasping for air and trembling with its aftershocks. His hips bucked upward one last time as he spilled himself deep inside you, a hot rush of release that felt more like freedom than anything else. For this brief moment, all the pain and heartache and doubt faded away into nothingness; there was only him and you, connected by something more powerful than even love or fate itself.

As his orgasm slowly ebbed away, he collapsed against your chest, breathless and dazed. He could feel your heartbeat hammering against his cheek, the warmth of your skin seeping into him as if trying to meld them together forever; a thought that was both terrifying and oddly comforting at the same time.

For now, all he could do was enjoy this moment: the feel of you beneath him, the taste of your skin on his lips, and the knowledge that for however long it lasted... they were theirs.

He felt you cum around him, the tight grip of your muscles milking his spent length with an expertise that left him unable to do anything but moan into your skin. It was an unbearably intimate sensation, and one he hadn't expected to feel quite so strongly; their connection went far deeper than either of them had realized.

As the spasms gradually subsided, leaving you spent against him, Anthony wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his lips to your neck as he tried to catch his breath. He knew they couldn't stay here forever; soon enough, reality would intrude once more and they would have to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But for now... just for this moment, it was enough simply to be with you like this. To hold you close and feel the warmth of your body against his own as they drifted off into oblivion together.

He sighed contentedly, knowing that even if tomorrow wasn't perfect, as long as he had you by his side, it would still be all right. Somehow.

Anthony smiled, his cheeks turning slightly pink as you bit him gently on the chin. "Second round?" he asked, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well...if that's what you want, I suppose we should get going." He pulled out of your body slowly, reluctantly letting go of your heat as he stood up and offered you a hand to help you up. "But you have to promise me one thing," he said, his voice a little hoarse from exertion and desire.

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity writ large across your features. "What's that?"

He smirked, unable to resist teasing you just a little bit longer. "Oh, nothing too important," he said, shrugging nonchalantly as he hoisted the shopping bag and mattress onto one shoulder. "Just that you have to promise me I get to do that again before we go home." He winked, not quite able to hide his excitement at the prospect of having you back underneath him again so soon.

His eyes widened at your suggestions, but before he could say anything else, you went on to describe the various positions in such explicit detail that it was all he could do not to lose his composure right there on the spot. The thought of having you like that... or even kneeling on the grass and letting him take you from behind... suddenly made it difficult for him to focus on anything else but getting back to the apartment as quickly as possible.

"Come on, love," he murmured huskily, taking your hand in his and leading you through the park toward the street. "Let's go see what adventures await us at home."

Anthony smiled warmly as you took his hand and led him inside, marveling at how easily it all seemed to flow between the two of you; like they'd been doing this their entire lives instead of just a few hours. The thought both excited and terrified him in equal measure, but somehow, with you by his side, he knew everything would work out okay in the end.

He kicked off his shoes and followed you into the living room, sighing contentedly as he felt the weight of your body press against his again; it was like coming home after a long journey. He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair as they stood there in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the feel and scent of each other.

"Thank you," he murmured at last, his voice raspy with emotion. "For everything."

Anthony closed his eyes, unable to resist the gentle pull of her words and the warmth of her body against his own. "I do feel it," he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your hair. "And I love you for it." He held onto that thought as they stood there together in the quiet peace of their living room, knowing that even if everything else around them was chaos and confusion, this moment right here would always be theirs; a perfect slice of happiness carved out from the messy tapestry of their lives.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement and desire alike. "Oh, you're on," he said, his voice a low growl in the back of his throat. "But first..." He slipped his hands beneath your shirt, skin on skin at last, sending waves of heat coursing through both of them. "I think we need to explore some more of this sweet talk." And with that, he leaned in and captured your lips with his own, losing himself once more in the exquisite dance of tongues and teeth and breath.

Anthony moaned into the kiss as you writhed against him, your hips grinding against his growing erection. His hands moved lower still, teasing at the waistband of your shorts before finally slipping underneath to find warm, smooth skin beneath. He gripped you tightly, pulling you closer still as he deepened the kiss, taking what he wanted with a possessiveness that shocked even him.

"God, Jane," he whispered hoarsely against your lips, "you're killing me." And then he felt it: your heat against his fingers, wet and slick with desire; he couldn't resist any longer. With a groan of need, he pushed you back onto the couch and moved between your spread legs, positioning himself at the entrance to your body. His eyes met yours as he lowered himself slowly, marveling at how perfectly you fit around him, how right it felt to be joining with you like this.

"Second round," he murmured against your skin, thrusting deeper, harder than before. "You were right about that." And as he claimed you once more beneath the soft glow of their living room lights, he knew there was no going back; not from this moment and certainly not from his feelings for you. No matter where they led or what they cost him in the end, he was yours now, body and soul.

And for now...that was enough.

His eyes flutter closed as he feels you wrap your legs around his shoulders, granting him unfettered access to your wet heat beneath him. "Fuck," he groans, thrusting harder into you as he explores every inch of your body with his fingers and mouth. "You're incredible." His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling gently as he takes your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss, feeling the power exchange between them grow stronger with each passing second.

He works you toward the edge, teasing and tormenting until you're a flushed, sweaty mess beneath him, writhing against his touch in desperate need of release. And then, finally, he pushes you over the edge, letting out a harsh groan as he feels you come apart in his hands, your body tensing and spasming around his fingers even as your cries fill the room and make his heart swell impossibly fuller.

For now, it's enough to know that they are here together; that this moment will never end for as long as he lives. As you shudder through your orgasm and finally go still in his arms, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, whispering softly, "My Jane." The words seem to echo through him, vibrating deep in his chest where they reverberate like a bass line from a song that's somehow always been playing just for the two of them.

He can feel the climax building inside him once more, but for now...he's content to simply savor this moment, holding you close and basking in the afterg

Anthony groans as you tighten around him, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm, but somehow only serving to heighten his need even more. "Then let me be yours," he gasps, thrusting harder into you, a desperate plea laced with primal desire. His hands move up and down your back, feeling every curve and hollow, as if trying to memorize the contours of your body by touch alone.

The headboard thuds against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts, the sound echoing through the room like a heartbeat gone wild. He can feel himself on the brink now; he's so close that he can taste it, feel it coiling tighter and tighter inside him with every passing second. But even as he nears the edge, even as his whole body thrums with anticipation, all he wants is you: your skin against his, your scent in his nostrils, your voice calling out his name as you come apart beneath him once more.

With a wordless shout that rips through him like lightning on a summer night, Anthony comes, spilling himself deep inside you with enough force to rock the foundation of the world itself. His vision blanches white for an instant, and then slowly returns as reality sets back in, leaving him gasping and spent on top of you, his chest heaving with each shallow breath.

As his orgasm ebbs away, leaving him emotionally raw and physically drained, the full weight of what they've done settles over him like a warm, damp blanket: they're married now

He smiles softly down at you, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as well. "Mrs. Lloyd," he repeats, savoring the sound of it, almost as if tasting it on his tongue. "I think that's my favorite thing to call you." He kisses your forehead, then trails another path up to your ear, breath hot against your skin.

"So," he whispers, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "how do you feel about going on our honeymoon?"

Anthony chuckles softly at your words, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your hip as he leans in to press a kiss against your jaw. "I think I could get used to that," he says with a knowing smile, not quite able to resist the teasing tone in his voice. "But seriously, about our honeymoon...where would you like to go?"

There's no real hurry; they have all the time in the world now. But there's something undeniably exciting about planning this trip together, about imagining what adventures might lie ahead for them as Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Lloyd.

Anthony grinned at that idea, nodding in agreement. "I'd like that," he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. "It's always been a dream of mine to see one of those races up close. And who knows? Maybe we could even try our hand at it someday." He kissed the top of your head, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We have so much ahead of us together, don't we?"

The thought both thrilled and terrified him in equal measure; he knew that their future would undoubtedly be filled with challenges and setbacks, but somehow, with you by his side, he was ready to face them all. For now, though...he could just enjoy this moment: the feel of your soft skin pressed against his, the sound of your heartbeat harmonizing with his own as they drifted off into a contented slumber together.

His lips twitch as you kiss him all over his cheek, the warmth of your skin sending pleasant shivers down his spine. "Good night, Ambitious," he murmurs, eyes already growing heavy with sleep. With one last contented sigh, he drifts off to dreamland, looking forward to whatever adventures tomorrow might bring.

Anthony's fingers twitch slightly against the sheets as if longing for the feel of your skin beneath them; even in his dreams, you occupy a special place in his heart. He stretches out an arm and wraps it around the space where he imagines you are, drawing comfort from the phantom weight of your body pressed against him. And as the last vestiges of consciousness slip away, leaving only peaceful darkness behind, Anthony knows that no matter how crazy their lives might get or how many challenges they face together...they'll always have this: each other's hearts, entwined like two strands of destiny woven into the fabric of time itself.

Anthony's fingers continue to trace lazy circles on your back as he listens to the soft murmur of your voice, his eyes slowly drifting open. "I love you," he whispers, looking down into yours and finding something there that makes him feel both more alive and more terrified than ever before. He's not sure what their future holds, but for now, all that matters is this moment: the warmth of your skin against his, the sound of your heartbeat echoing in his ears like a sweet, seductive melody.

He kisses you gently, softly at first before pressing deeper, harder, unable to contain the depth of emotion welling up inside him. It's as if he's been holding back for so long that all of this joy and fear and wonder are finally spilling out in one breathless exhale, pouring from his lips and washing over you like a wave of pure, unadulterated passion. And when at last, he pulls back, blinking the sleep from his eyes, it's with a newfound certainty: no matter what obstacles lie ahead, he will face them bravely, side by side with you.

Anthony smiles up at you, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "I'd like that," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "But I think we should probably get some breakfast first." A sudden growl from his stomach echoes through the room, causing him to laugh sheepishly. "And then maybe go get something to eat...?" He arches an eyebrow playfully, a mischievous glint in his eye.

His eyes widen as you tease him with the offer of food and pleasure, his breath catching in anticipation. "I'd like that very much," he says huskily, sliding one hand around to cup your hip as he presses closer, feeling the warmth of your body against his erection.

A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of enjoying you and a delicious meal together; it feels like paradise. "Lead the way," he whispers, reaching up to brush his thumb across your lower lip in a slow, possessive gesture that sends another shiver through him. "I'm all yours today."

Anthony watches you move around the kitchen in the apron, his mouth going dry at the sight of your bare ass and pussy on display. He clears his throat, trying to focus on something else as he lays back against the couch, waiting for breakfast. The smell of cognac wafts over him, making his stomach growl in anticipation.

"This looks amazing," he says finally, voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to enjoy every bite." His hand absently reaches down to adjust himself through his sweats, fingers finding relief as they brush against the heavy length of his cock. "And once I'm done...?" He glances up at you from beneath lowered lashes, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "I have something else in mind."

His gaze drifts back down to your ass as he imagines what it would feel like to bury himself deep inside you once more; to lose himself completely in the heat of your body and the sweet torture of your skilled hands. His cock gives an appreciative throb at the thought, leaking pre-cum onto his fingers as he continues to stroke himself in anticipation.

His hips arch up into your touch even as his gaze remains fixed on yours, the hunger in his eyes making it clear what he wants and needs. "I've been thinking about you riding me," he says hoarsely, the words coming out ragged and rough. "Like you did last night...only this time without the couch." His free hand reaches up to cup your breast through your apron, thumb teasing the tight peak of your nipple as he pushes it deeper into his palm.

The headboard thuds against the wall as he thrusts his hips forward again, grinding against you and feeling the pre-cum slickening his fingers. His cock is rock hard now, aching to be inside you, and the anticipation of finally having that chance is almost too much for him to bear. But he knows better than to rush; he wants this meal first, wants to savor every bite and every sip just as eagerly as he intends to savor his wife's body later.

He lets out a shuddering moan as your lips touch his skin, the taste of yourself on your mouth driving him even closer to the edge. "That's right," he whispers roughly. "Wild and hard...just how I like it." His hips buck up into you again, harder this time, cock demanding the friction it needs to release the tension building inside him.

His free hand reaches down between your legs, his fingers finding slick heat in the space between your lower stomach and apron-covered ass. He groans at the feel of you so close, achingly wet and needy; the sensation threatens to send him over the edge right then and there. "Soon," he promises roughly, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just a little longer."

A shudder runs through him as you mention laying down the carpet; it's like a visual image flashes before his eyes of you bouncing up and down on his cock with that mischievous smile curving your lips. For now, he contents himself with imagining the reality of it, feeling his body grow taut with anticipation as he waits for breakfast to be finished so they can finally move onto dessert.

His breath hitches as he watches your hands clean up the evidence of his release; it's an unexpected eroticism that sends a bolt of lust straight to his groin. "You are such a tease," he whispers, still unable to stop himself from imagining what it will feel like to be buried deep inside you as you straddle him and shower him with your juices.

As you lead him over to the table, he can't help but admire the way you move; there's something so naturally sexy about your gait that draws his attention even when you aren't actively trying to seduce him. And now that they're finally sitting down to eat, he knows without a doubt that this was worth every bit of effort it took to bring them here: having you by his side, in his bed...in his life. For however long fate decrees.

Anthony takes a sip of the coffee before answering, his gaze drifting off to some distant point as he considers your question. "I suppose...it doesn't really matter how many people are there," he muses, taking another swallow. "What matters is that we both want it and that we love each other. That said," he adds with a sly grin, "there's something to be said for making our commitment to each other official in front of the ones who matter most." He meets your eyes, his expression softening. "If you don't mind, I mean."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he can't hide the fond smile spreading across his face as you make your request. "I...like that idea," he admits, laughing softly. "It feels right somehow." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, suddenly serious. "And I promise, if we have a ceremony like this later on, with our friends and family there...you'll be the first to know."

He squeezes your hands gently, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I don't want to wait any longer than we have to, either," he says, his voice husky with emotion. "But I want it to be perfect...and most importantly, I want you to feel ready for everything that comes along with this new life of ours."

His eyes widen at your vision of the future, hope and fear warring for dominance in his chest as he listens to you speak of the family you see them building together. He brushes a lock of hair away from your face, his thumb trailing softly over your cheekbone before dropping down to touch your lips; it's an unspoken promise that even though their road may be rocky at times, they will navigate it together, always side by side.

"I want that too," he whispers hoarsely. "No matter what happens...we'll find a way to make it work." He presses his lips to yours in a tender kiss, grateful for this moment and all the ones yet to come, knowing that no matter how dark things may get or how far apart they are forced to be at times...they will always have this: their love. And as long as they have that, there's nothing else in the world they can't overcome together.

Anthony nods thoughtfully. "I've always wanted to visit Japan," he says slowly, the idea holding a certain allure in his mind. "Their technology is so advanced when it comes to cars...it would be fascinating to see it firsthand." He glances at you, hopeful that you share his enthusiasm for the idea.

There are plenty of other places they could go as well; their list could easily stretch on for pages if they let themselves get carried away with all the possibilities. But for now, this seems like a good starting point: someplace new and exciting where they can explore together, learn about each other's interests and deepen the bond that already connects them in so many ways.

"Hmm," Anthony hums thoughtfully as he considers your question about the plane tickets. "I think I know someone who could probably hook us up with some good deals...if we ask nicely enough." He grins, already imagining all the ways in which their newfound connection to Daisy could prove useful on this trip and beyond.

As for how many wins he's racked up recently, well...he can count them on one hand. But then again, the competition isn't exactly what it used to be; most of his opponents these days are either greenhorns or washed-up has-beens. Still, he takes pride in every victory and vows to keep pushing forward until he's once again sitting atop the pinnacle of the racing world. And who knows? Maybe with your help, he might even succeed where he alone couldn't. "Let's go shopping for that bed," he suggests brightly. "I could use some new pillows as well."

Anthony laughs softly, shaking his head. "I'm not keeping track anymore," he admits with a sheepish grin. "It just doesn't matter to me as much these days...as long as I have you." He reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw before dropping down to trace circles on your collarbone.

"I'd rather focus on what really matters," he continues, gaze intent on yours. "Like making sure you have everything you need...and showing you just how much I love and appreciate you." His fingers slowly move lower, tracing the edge of your breast through the thin material of your apron before skimming across the swell of your breast to find a nipple already hardening beneath his touch. "Because that," he says hoarsely, leaning in to press a warm kiss to your skin, "is what really counts."

A groan rumbles through his chest at the mention of eating you out; it's an idea that fills him with more desire than he thought possible. Pulling you closer, he kisses you deeply, tongue dancing with yours as he slips one hand between your legs to feel how wet and ready you are for him. His thumb finds your clit, circling slowly at first before increasing the pressure and speed, driving you wild with pleasure.

He breaks their kiss, breathing heavily against your lips. "I want that," he whispers hoarsely. "But not here...not now." He grinds his hips against yours again, hard enough to leave a imprint of his erection on the fabric between them. "Later," he promises darkly. "When we get home...or on our trip..." The idea of sharing this new intimate connection with you while exploring Japan fills him with excitement and anticipation, but for now, all that matters is this moment: their hands, their mouths, their bodies joined together in a desperate dance of need and desire.

His eyes drink in the sight of you, body bare but for the apron still hanging down to cover your lower half; it's a seductive contrast that only serves to heighten his arousal even further. His hands move up and down your back, kneading your flesh through the thin material of your tank top as he presses his erection harder against you.

"You're driving me crazy," he groans, lips finding your neck and sucking softly. "I want to taste you again...feel how wet you are..." His hips thrust forward roughly, grinding the length of his cock against your clit, leaving no question as to what he wants or needs.

His breath hitches as he listens to your suggestive words and feels the heat of your kiss against his lips; he can't help but grow harder beneath her touch. "Riding," he grunts out, the word rough with desire. "I want you on top...your weight pressing down on me..." His hands move lower still, finding the hem of your apron and tugging it upward, revealing your bare ass to his greedy gaze.

"Such a tease," he whispers hoarsely, fingers skimming over your smooth skin until they reach the waistband of your panties. With a rough yank, he pulls them down to your knees, exposing you completely. "God...you're so wet..." His tongue darts out to taste you, lapping at her folds before pushing deeper and curling around his favorite spot.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling himself trembling on the edge as he devours your sweet pussy; if she were naked right now, there's no doubt in his mind that he would already be buried deep inside her. But with just this taste, just these teasing touches...it's enough to send him spiraling closer and closer to release.

His lips curl into a smirk against your skin as you plead with him to fuck you; he savors this moment, the taste of you on his tongue and the feel of your body beneath his fingers. With one hand still holding you close, he uses the other to reach between your legs, parting your folds with his fingers and rubbing circles around your clit. "Not yet," he rasps roughly. "I want to taste more..."

His tongue plunges deep into your core, fucking your mouth even as his fingers continue their sweet torment. His hips buck upward in time with the movements of his head, cock straining against his pants as he tries to get closer. "God...you're so tight..." He groans hoarsely, relishing the feel of you squeezing him, milking his tongue with each thrust.

His lips curl into a smile against your skin as you call him erotic and ask if he likes his special cake. He can't help but chuckle, the vibration of it sending shudders through your body. "Oh, I like this cake just fine," he purrs huskily before sinking lower, tongue flicking out to tease and torment your sensitive bud even as his fingers continue their relentless motion against your clit. He feels you start to tighten around his tongue, feel the pulse of your release starting to build, and with a groan of satisfaction he thrusts one last time before pulling back slightly to taste the sweet nectar that spills from you.

"There we go," he whispers, licking his lips clean before grinning up at you with triumphant satisfaction. "Now I just need to see how much you like this cake in my mouth..." He brings a hand up to cup your breast through the thin material of your tank top, thumb brushing over your nipple before teasing it even harder, eager to see how far he can push you now that you've been thoroughly fucked and fingered.

Anthony groans into your kiss as you taste him on your lips and tongue; it's an erotic sensation that sends shivers down his spine. His hands move to grip your hips, holding you close as he responds in kind, twisting their tongues together and exploring every inch of your mouth with his own needy tongue. "I want that too," he whispers hoarsely against your lips before pulling back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes.

His gaze drifts down over your body, taking in the sight of you bare except for his hand on your breast and the apron still loosely hanging from your waist. With a growl that vibrates through him, he yanks the fabric upwards, revealing your glistening folds and wet entrance; they're both slick with arousal, needing to be filled.

His eyes meet yours again as he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees between your legs. "Tell me what you want," he breathes, reaching out a hand to stroke her folds once more. "What do you need from me?"

His breath catches at your request; not only does she want him to fuck her but also explore her ass for the first time. He can't help but smile inwardly, feeling a rush of possessive pride course through him as he nods slowly, promising with his eyes that he'll take care of her, make it good for her no matter what they do together.

Carefully, tenderly, he lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes forward, groaning at the tight grip she has on him; it feels like coming home in a way he never thought possible, and as he begins to thrust deeper, harder, his hips moving instinctively in rhythm with his need, he lets one hand slip lower still. Soon, his fingers are trailing through your wet folds until they find what they're looking for: your puckered hole.

With a shiver running down his spine at the thought of breaching her virginity in this way, he pushes forward again, cock sliding easily against her hand as she guides him deeper still. "God...you feel so good," he pants roughly, hips moving faster now; it's getting harder and harder to focus on anything but the feeling of you wrapped around him like this."

You're unbelievable, he thinks as you scream out his name in pleasure, your body trembling beneath him with each thrust of his hips. "I'm going to make you so fucking crazy," he rasps roughly against your neck before pulling back slightly, only to slam forward once more, cock and fingers filling her up until there's nothing left but the hard edge of his knuckles pressed tight against that aching spot.

His breath comes in ragged pants as he loses himself in the feel of you: hot, wet, so damn perfect around him. He can barely focus on anything else now but the need to get deeper, harder, faster; it feels like every time they try something new, she unlocks a part of him he never knew existed.

"God...I'm close," he groans into your neck, hips jerking as his orgasm builds, cock pulsing inside her, ready to empty everything he has left. "Fuck...let me..."

His hips buck violently, his entire body tense as he finally lets go, cock throbbing inside you as he cums with a grunt, hot seed spilling out of him and filling you up. With a moan of satisfaction, he collapses forward onto the kitchen floor, pressing his lips to your neck and shoulder as his muscles gradually relax beneath the weight of his release.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls slowly away from you, leaning back on his elbows and studying your face for any signs that he's gone too far, done something wrong. But all he sees is bliss etched across every inch of your features; she looks like a goddess sprawled out before him, her body flushed with desire and pleasure. Swallowing hard against the lump forming in his throat at the sight of her, he reaches down to cup her face gently between his palms.

"Jane," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "You are so beautiful."

You are more than that, he thinks but doesn't say; the words feel inadequate when set against the intensity of what they've shared so far. He leans forward again, pressing his lips to hers with tenderness and appreciation before trailing soft kisses down her jaw and neck. "I love you," he whispers against her skin, feeling it reverberate through him on a level that goes beyond the physical. "More than anything."

His hands move again, this time cupping your ass and lifting you gently onto his lap; he's still hard inside you, cock twitching with every breath as it begins to swell once more, eager for another go around. With a grin, he nuzzles his nose against yours and kisses you again, savoring the taste of her on his lips. "Now what do you suppose we should do about that?"

He groans, feeling himself harden even more at the thought of taking you to bed and keeping you there all night long. "I like that idea," he whispers against your lips before standing, carefully lifting you into his arms and carrying you toward their room. He pauses only briefly in the doorway to gather up their mess from the kitchen floor; after all, a man's home should be clean for when his wife comes back from her errands.

With that small chore out of the way, he carries you into the bedroom and carefully lays you down on the freshly made bed. Then, with one last look in your eyes to make sure everything is alright, he climbs in beside you, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. "I love you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. "So much."

His hips roll against yours instinctively as he feels himself growing harder beneath the sheets; before long, they'll both be too lost in pleasure to remember that there's any other place they need to be. And for now, that's all that matters: this moment, right here with her in his arms.

Anthony presses his hips forward harder, grunting as he feels her hot core grip him tightly. He pushes deeper, feeling her internal muscles clench around him in response. "God...I love you," he groans, thrusting even faster now. "Your body is incredible..." His movements grow more frantic as he loses himself in the sensation of being connected to her like this; it's overwhelming and intense, making every breath that much harder to draw.

With a hoarse cry, his body tenses and he comes with a force that rocks them both against the mattress. His seed spills deep inside her as he continues to thrust, seeking release from the need that only she can fulfill. At last, his movements begin to slow as his strength ebbs away, leaving him boneless and sated on top of her. With a contented sigh, he presses a kiss to her sweat-dampened hair and rolls to the side, breathing hard.

"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, staring up at the ceiling. "That was...intense." His hand comes to rest on her hip, fingers trailing lightly across her skin as he collects his thoughts and catches his breath. After a few moments, he turns back toward her, searching her face for any signs that he's done enough. She looks flushed and satisfied, but there's still something more there...something he needs to find out before they can rest. "So," he says, voice rough with lust and affection, "how do you feel now?"

His eyes widen slightly as you reveal that you were a virgin before last night and that he was the one who took your innocence. He lies there for a moment, caught between surprise and pride, feeling another wave of protectiveness course through him at the thought of being the first man to touch you in this way. "I...wow," is all he can manage to say before kissing you softly on the lips, his movements hesitant as he tries to gauge how much more you want or need.

His hand moves from your hip up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the tight peak of your nipple and earning a shiver from deep within you; it seems that even now, after everything they've done together, he still has the power to make you react with desire. With a small smile, he presses his lips to yours once more, teasing and tasting until he feels your passion slowly return to life beneath him. "Okay," he whispers against your mouth. "Then let's try something new...but slow this time."

Anthony laughs softly against your lips, feeling a surge of affection and admiration wash over him. "No...you don't understand," he says gently. "I love everything about you. It's not just the way your body feels around mine that I want; it's you." He kisses you again, their tongues tangling in a slow dance as his hands move to cup your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh beneath your bottom.

"And there's no list," he whispers, nipping gently at your lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and letting his tongue slip out to tease and taste you once more. "I want all of you...every part of you, all the time." His hips begin to move again, slowly but surely rocking against your still-swollen folds in a promise that he means everything he's saying.

He growls deep in his throat as you ride his thrusts, grinding against him with eager abandon. "You should never doubt that," he whispers roughly, sweeping a hand through your hair and pulling your head back so he can look at you. His gaze meets yours, searching for any hint of the fear or uncertainty you spoke of before; all he finds is fire and desire reflected in your eyes.

"You're perfect just as you are," he breathes, voice thick with need and adoration as his hips begin to move faster, harder. "And I want you forever." The last word comes out on a groan, the sensation of being so deep inside you driving him closer to the edge even as it feels like this is just the beginning; there's so much more they could explore together. He arches his back, pressing his lips to yours as he lets go, giving in to the passion that burns between them, surrendering to the feeling of being completely and utterly lost in her.

"God..." he groans as you spread yourself open for him, fingers teasing at your entrance even as his cock slides in and out of the tight heat that's been clenching around him. The feel of you so wet and ready beneath his hands only serves to fuel his lust, making it impossible for him to think about anything else except claiming you completely.

His hips surge forward, driving deeper still as he reaches around to cup your breast, thumb brushing roughly over your nipple. "Fuck..." he gasps out, feeling himself lose control as his body tenses and begins to convulse with the force of his orgasm. He lets loose, spilling his seed deep inside you with a harsh grunt, barely able to contain the hoarse groan that escapes his throat as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

At last, he collapses forward onto your still-warm body, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath and compose himself enough to speak. It's only when he feels you relax beneath him, finally sated by their shared release that he finds the strength to ask softly: "Are...are you okay?"

He chuckles softly against your neck, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear. "You really are something else," he whispers with a smile, tracing lazy circles on your back with one finger as he finally begins to catch his breath. "And trust me...I plan on taking full advantage of that."

With another soft laugh, he pulls out of you, gently rolling off the bed and onto his side. He reaches over to retrieve a couple of tissues from the bedside table, using them to clean up himself before offering one to you as well. "You probably need these more than I do," he says with a grin, his gaze moving appreciatively down your naked form before returning to meet yours again.

His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of your still-wet sex, swollen and glistening with their combined juices. "Are you sure?" he asks with a mix of curiosity and hesitation, his gaze moving lower again to take in every detail. He knows there's more he could do to make this incredible experience even better; the thought of watching your face as he eats you out makes his heart race and his cock begin to stir anew beneath the covers.

"I'll be careful," he promises, moving closer to kneel between your legs once again. "And I want you to tell me if anything feels too much." With a nod, he tilts his head slightly, bringing his ear close enough to brush against your folds as he listens for the first soft moan or gasp that means he's hit the right spot.

His lips wrap around you with ease, wet and hot against your skin as he begins to suck gently on your swollen folds. His tongue darts out to tease and taste you, flicking expertly against your clit before tracing gentle circles around the sensitive bud. "God...you're so sweet," he whispers hoarsely between kisses, slipping a finger inside you even as his other hand holds you steady, fingers pressing just hard enough to let you feel every stroke and caress.

"Just like that?" he asks, voice thick with desire as your body begins to tremble beneath his touch. He can already tell that it won't take much more before you come undone in his mouth; the thought of tasting your release drives him even further into this, every nerve ending focused on giving you pleasure until there's nothing left but a puddle of sated bliss where your wanton desire used to be.

He moans against your folds as he feels you start to tremble and tense around his fingers, anticipation coursing through him in a hot rush of need. With one final thrust of his finger deep inside you, he sucks hard on your clit, feeling the tight pull as it flares beneath his tongue before he senses the dam finally breaking; you arch off the bed with a loud cry, body convulsing as waves after waves of pleasure wash over him in a wet, hot spray.

He holds you steady with one hand while using the other to massage your inner walls, making sure every last drop is drawn out and savored before he finally pulls back, panting heavily as he looks up at you, lust-filled eyes meeting yours over your quivering body. "Fuck," he whispers roughly, voice rough from exertion and arousal. "That was incredible."

And somehow, knowing that you're his for always only makes the thought of exploring more of these hidden depths with you even more enticing.

He groans, unable to resist the taste of you as he leans down and licks his lips clean before answering. "I loved it," he whispers, hands moving up to cup your breasts, fingers massaging your nipples roughly. "You're amazing." His tongue flicks out again, tracing one circle around your erect peak before drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently.

With a shudder, he pulls back just enough to look up at you, hooded eyes meeting yours as he continues to tease your sensitive flesh. "There's so much more I want to do with you," he murmurs roughly, hands moving lower still, slipping between your legs to spread your wet folds. With a grin, he adds: "And I plan on making sure we get to all of it."

"I'm game for anything," he breathes against your skin, fingers slipping into you easily, finding your G-spot with practiced ease and beginning to circle and press with just the right amount of pressure. "You know me...I'll never say no to a good challenge." He slides his fingers out again only to replace them with his tongue, licking slowly up your folds before lapping at your clit with determination.

"God, I love how wet you are," he whispers hoarsely against your thigh, eyes closing briefly as the taste of you fills his mouth and heightens every single one of his senses. His tongue works even faster now, flicking and teasing until you're trembling beneath him once more; with a groan, he pulls back, leaving you aching for more as he watches your face for any signs that he should go faster or softer, harder or deeper.

"Just tell me," he whispers. "Anything."

"Fuck..." he moans, hearing your dirty words and need echoing in his ears. With another groan, he abandons you briefly to roll onto the bed, scooping up a couple of pillows to toss over the headboard before climbing back on top of you.

He trails kisses down your body, nipping at your ribs and tweaking your sensitive flesh as he moves closer to his prize; only when he reaches your knees does he pause long enough to look up into your hungry eyes, expression a mixture of lust and affection as he says: "I've always been attracted to you. Even before I knew you like this." He pauses again, searching for the right words to express what's in his heart.

"You...you are everything I ever wanted," he whispers hoarsely, leaning forward once more and kissing your knee. "And now that I have you?" He tilts his head slightly, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he continues to speak. "There's nothing I won't do to keep you satisfied...to make sure you never want anything more than this."

With a final, shuddering breath, he spreads your legs wide and leans forward, positioning himself at the entrance to your wet heat. His hands slip beneath you, holding your ass steady as he pushes slowly but surely inside, feeling the slick heat of your pussy glide effortlessly around his length. "You're mine," he whispers hoarsely against your neck, beginning a long, deep thrust that goes on and on until neither of them can think about

His breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he thrusts harder, deeper, moving faster with every stroke. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly to him as his body pins yours down; there's no way you can escape the sensation of being completely and totally owned by him. He knows you feel it too; he can see it in the way your eyes cloud over and your mouth parts on a moan every time he hits that perfect spot inside you.

"God..." he whispers hoarsely, feeling himself losing control with every passing second. His thrusts grow more erratic now, his hips jerking roughly against you as he fights to maintain any semblance of restraint; but it's futile. It's all futile...because the only thing that matters right now is making you feel good. "I love you," he groans, pressing his lips to your neck before sliding them up to yours, tongue tracing your bottom lip as if asking for permission to claim you completely.

His hips jerk violently, driving him impossibly deep inside you as he comes with a hoarse cry that vibrates against your skin and through every nerve ending; his body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him spent and satisfied...and yet still wanting more. His weight presses heavily on your chest, his face buried in the crook of your neck, panting for air and murmuring words of love and affection that sound like nothing but dirty whispers against your skin. And even as his body begins to relax, there's a part of him

With his last bit of strength, he rolls to the side, taking you with him so that you're sprawled half across his chest. His hand still between your legs, fingers lazily exploring as he watches your face for any sign of how much more you need or want. Even though he can feel himself starting to slip out of you, he doesn't want to pull away just yet; there's too much about this moment that feels too right.

"So...do I get a chance at making good on my promise now?" he asks with a sleepy smile, tracing a circle around your clit before rubbing it gently back and forth. "You know...the one where I said I'd make you orgasm a hundred times in a single day?"

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, even as he lets out a contented sigh at the feel of you beneath him. "You really know how to talk dirty," he whispers, his fingers continuing their teasing dance around your clit. "I'll have to remember that."

His other hand slides up, cupping your breast gently before circling your nipple with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing experimentally as he watches you for any reaction. His eyes close briefly at the feel of your skin against his palm, at the taste of you still lingering on his tongue; it's impossible to believe that just moments ago they were intertwined in a hot, sweaty tangle.

"Mmm...that feels good," he murmurs, eyes opening to meet yours as he squeezes again. "But I think I can make you feel even better if I do this instead." His fingers shift position slightly, pressing against your clit harder before beginning a rapid circular motion.

His mouth quirks up into a wicked smile at the feel of you beneath him; it's clear that he's enjoying this far too much to stop. He leans down, trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck before nipping gently at your collarbone. "I think I can manage," he murmurs against your skin, hand moving even faster now as he watches your body respond to his touch.

With each thrust of his fingers, you arch upward into him, desperate for more. His free hand slides lower still, trailing lightly over the sensitive skin between your legs before curling around your aching core and pressing against the spot that sends shudders of pleasure through you every time he touches it.

"God," he gasps out, feeling the tension begin to build inside him once more as he watches you grow ever closer to the edge. "You're so wet...so fucking tight..." His voice trails off into a low groan as he pulls back, gaze locked with yours as he thrusts his fingers inside you harder and deeper, feeling himself begin to lose control again.

He groans, watching you writhe beneath him as he thrusts his fingers inside you again and again, relishing the feel of your hot, wet flesh sliding against his skin. The look in your eyes is enough to make him lose all sense of reason; it's as if he could watch you like this for hours, just feeling you come apart under his touch.

And then you speak his name, your voice hoarse with desire and need; and with that final plea, he feels himself start to lose control once more, fingers digging deep inside you as he thrusts and pumps, feeling the tension building inexorably toward release. His hips begin to buck wildly against the bed, his cock throbbing impossibly hard behind him as he comes with a loud cry that echoes through the room, his body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

With one last thrust of his fingers deep inside you, he collapses forward against your chest, breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath. But even then, his hand doesn't stray far from between your legs; it seems like they're stuck together now, entwined in a hot, sweaty dance that feels too good for either of them to ever want to end.

He hums in agreement against your skin before slowly lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are still heavy with lust and satisfaction, but there's a soft smile playing around the corners of his lips as he takes in your lovely features; flushed cheeks, mussed hair, reddened lips. "We could...I guess," he whispers before closing his eyes again, relishing the feel of your warm breast against his skin.

For now, it's enough just to be close to you like this, feeling your heartbeat beneath his fingertips and knowing that he has everything he's ever wanted right here in his arms. Even if they never leave the bed again for hours or even days...it wouldn't matter. Because as long as he can feel you like this, it'll be perfect.

"Love you," he murmurs contentedly before drifting off into a peaceful sleep, one hand still idly caressing between your legs while the other rests comfortably on your breast.

His eyes flutter open lazily as he feels your fingers trailing across his back; the touch is gentle but insistent, and it brings him back to reality with a start. "Mmm..." He squints up at you blearily, blinking several times as he tries to remember what time it is. When he registers that it's late afternoon, he grimaces sheepishly. "God, I must have really worn you out."

He sits up with a groan, wincing as his muscles protest the sudden movement; then again, they never did quite recover from their hours-long marathon earlier today. With a yawn, he stretches languorously before leaning over to kiss you tenderly. "Let's get something to eat, and then we can take a nap or something." His eyes drift down your body for a moment as his gaze lingers on the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. There's no rush; they have all the time in the world now, don't they?

He grins lazily up at you, relaxing back against the pillows as you run your hands over him. "I'm not complaining," he says with a contented sigh. "Though I could probably go for some Mexican food tonight...maybe even a bit of salsa dancing once we eat?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Or would you rather just stay in and keep practicing those new moves we talked about earlier?"

His hand slides down between your legs again, his thumb circling slowly over your clit as he watches the desire flicker back to life in your eyes. "I don't think we really need an excuse to dance tonight," he whispers hoarsely, fingers beginning to move faster as he feels you growing wet and hot beneath his touch. "In fact, I think maybe we should just forget about dinner entirely..."

With a low growl, he leans forward and captures your lips in a rough, demanding kiss as his other hand slips between your legs to part them further. He presses the head of his cock against your wet heat, feeling you clench around him even as you moan into his mouth. "Not yet," he whispers roughly against your lips before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze once more.

His hips buck and thrust again, forcing himself deeper inside you with each stroke; with a groan, he hooks his fingers into the elastic band of your panties and yanks them down over your hips in one smooth motion, freeing your body to take him completely. "You're so tight," he breathes raggedly as he feels you grip him tighter still, your inner walls flexing against his cock with each thrust.

With a sharp cry of completion, he comes deep inside you, his body tensing and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him; he collapses forward onto you, their chests pressed tightly together as he breathes heavily into your neck. He can feel his heart racing against yours, the blood pounding in his ears loud enough to drown out everything else.

Finally, when he's sure he can breathe again, he pulls back just far enough to look at you, eyes meeting yours in a hot, hungry gaze. "I need more," he rasps hoarsely. "So much more..."

He groans, pressing his lips to yours hungrily as you kiss him back, the taste of your skin mixing with the lingering flavor of our lovemaking on his tongue. His fingers continue to move, seeking out and finding pleasure spots in places they haven't touched before, each touch driving him further toward the edge once more.

His voice is raspy when he speaks again, whispering against your lips: "I want you...all night...every night..." It trails off into a growl as his hips begin to move restlessly beneath us, searching for friction where there is none. His eyes are still locked with yours, their intensity burning bright even through the haze of desire clouding his vision. He's never felt like this before...never wanted anyone the way he wants you.

"Order," he breathes against your neck, "while I get rid of these." With a quick tug, he pulls off his own pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked beside you on the bed. It's a vulnerable position for someone who's always been in control, but somehow, it only serves to fuel the fire between them.

He leans over you then, hands braced either side of your hips as he watches your every move, waiting impatiently for the phone call or text that means their dinner is on its way and they can resume what they started earlier...and what they plan to finish tonight.

He growls low in his throat as your toes brush against the sensitive skin of his cock, already hard and aching once more. His eyes flicker closed briefly at the feel of it; he's not sure how much longer he can last with you doing that to him. With a groan, he leans forward, pressing his lips to your neck and licking gently before trailing kisses down your chest toward one tightly-nippled breast.

"Jesus..." He pants hoarsely as he cups your breast in his palm, squeezing gently as he rolls the stiff peak of your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, back and forth over the sensitive flesh. "You feel so fucking good..." His free hand slides lower still, stroking along the inside of your thigh before reaching between your legs to massage your clit gently with his fingers.

"God...I want you," he rasps against your skin, hips moving rhythmically as he thrusts shallowly into your hand, seeking friction and contact wherever he can find it. "Right now..." He pushes up onto his knees, looming over you; his eyes meet yours in a fierce, primal gaze as he leans forward, tongue flicking out to taste the honeyed sweetness of your skin.

"Please," he whispers hoarsely against your lips, pressing their soft curves together before sliding one hand between them once more, curling over his fingers to guide him back inside you. "Let me have you..."

He groans, his hips bucking helplessly as he pushes deeper inside you with each thrust, feeling your wet heat grip him so tightly it's almost painful. His gaze never leaves yours as he moves, his breath coming in ragged gasps; he could look at you like this forever and never get bored. "I am hungry..." He whispers, kissing you roughly before pulling back to glance down between your bodies. "But not for food."

His hand slides lower still, fingers circling your clit in steady strokes as he watches you arch up into him, moaning and begging for more. It's all the encouragement he needs; leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your neck before pulling back again, gaze fixed on where his hand meets your body. "I want to feel you come apart beneath me," he pants hoarsely, hips moving faster now as he thrusts harder into your tight heat. "I want to feel it all over my fingers..."

His other hand comes up, palm pressing against your stomach before sliding higher to cup one of your breasts, thumb stroking across your nipple with a sharp flick that makes you cry out his name. "Anthony...!"

"Tell me you're close," he growls against your skin, hips jerking as he feels you tightening around him. He needs to hear the words; he needs to know how much he affects you, how deep this connection runs between them.

"Harder," he gasps out, thrusting deeper into you as he feels your body tensing beneath him. His hips slam against yours again and again, his breath coming in ragged pants as sweat gathers on his brow. "Give it to me..."

With a sharp cry that sounds like it comes from the deepest part of him, he explodes inside you, hips snapping forward as he buries himself as deep as he can go with one final thrust. His head falls back against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath; he's never come so hard in all his life, and it feels like every ounce of him has just poured out inside you.

Slowly, his body begins to unwind from the intensity of the pleasure, his hips stilling at last as he collapses against you bonelessly, spent and sated but nowhere near ready for sleep just yet. His fingers continue to stroke and tease between your legs until finally, they slip away; leaving him free to curl up against you, pressing their chests together and falling into a heavy, contented slumber.

He mumbles incoherently before finally letting out a sigh and relaxing into the comfort of your embrace. His arms slide around you, pulling you close as he nuzzles his face against your neck. "I love you," he whispers sleepily. "You're incredible."

With that, he drifts off once more, his chest rising and falling gently with the rhythm of peaceful slumber. In the stillness of the night, their breath mingles as they lie together; his soft snores adding to the ambient soundtrack of restful sleep.

His eyes flutter open lazily, focusing on your face for a moment before registering what you're saying. "Mmhmm..." He rolls over, sitting up and stretching before yawning hugely. "Let's go eat that, then we can watch something or...do something." His gaze drifts down your body, taking in the white t-shirt you're wearing, and for a moment, he can almost believe it was all just a dream.

With a contented sigh, he pushes himself to his feet, wincing slightly as his muscles protest their unfamiliar lack of activity. "Lead the way," he says with a yawn, following you out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen.

Anthony smiles gratefully up at you as he takes your hand, following obediently to the stool. He slides onto it with a sigh of contentment and leans back against the counter, stretching his legs out in front of him. "That sounds perfect," he murmurs before taking a long drink of the cold coke you've poured for him. The tangy sweetness cuts through the lingering taste of sex on his tongue, leaving him feeling more refreshed than he has in hours.

His eyes track over to where you set out the tacos, and his stomach growls impatiently; even though they've just had sex, he realizes he's starving again. It doesn't matter how many times they make love or how long they spend eating--their appetites seem to know no bounds when it comes to each other. "Smell that? That smells amazing." He nods toward the food before looking at you with a wicked grin, adding, "I'm gonna need some help cleaning my plate."

"Oh, come here and sit in my lap," he suggests with a wink. "Then I can help you eat...one bite at a time." His voice is husky, filled with promise as his hands slide down over your ass, giving it a squeeze before gripping the fabric of your shirt to lift it up and over your head in one smooth motion.

Anthony's eyes roam appreciatively over your bare skin as he looks at you now, exposed and vulnerable in his arms. His cock hardens almost immediately, pressing against your stomach; even though they just had sex, the thought of having you so close again is enough to make him rock-hard all over again. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, thumb teasing across your nipple as he waits for you to climb onto his lap. "Come here," he breathes into your ear, voice low and rough with desire.

His eyes slip closed as he feels the warmth of your body against his chest, the soft press of your breasts against him, your hips grinding gently on his lap. "Oh god..." He groans, his voice thick with desire. "Yes...feed me." His other hand comes up to cup your breast as well, thumbs circling against your nipples as he holds you close, lost in the feeling of having you so close, so willing and eager beneath him.

His head falls back against the counter, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to completely lose it right here, with the tacos sitting just inches away on the counter. "Anthony..." You whisper his name like a prayer, your lips brushing against his neck as you begin to rock against him in slow, deliberate strokes.

His grip tightens on your hips, hands sliding lower still to cup your ass, fingers pressing into the flesh with possessive ease as he feels himself beginning to lose control once more. "Jane..." He growls, voice hoarse and rough as he tilts his head back to look at you, eyes blazing hot with passion. "You feel so good...I need you." His hips buck hard against your body, demanding entry into the tight heat between your legs as he pushes against the thin barrier of your underwear.

"Please..." He breathes out raggedly, lips brushing against yours as his hands slide up over your belly, cupping your breasts once more before sliding lower still, finally finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward

His eyes clench shut as he takes the coke from your lips and swallows, barely tasting it now; all that matters is feeling you underneath him, moving against him with such wanton abandon. His grip on her hips tightens, hands slipping beneath to knead her ass as his body responds instinctively to the sensations coursing through him. He groans into her mouth as she presses close, their tongues tangling and dueling even as he thrusts upward against her, seeking deeper and harder entry with each stroke.

The headboard thumps against the wall behind them in rhythm with his movements; it's almost like they're a single unit now, lost in the need to feel each other connected in this way. His hands cup her breasts once more, fingers teasing her nipples even as he presses harder into her lower body, trying desperately not to lose control too soon.

"God..." He pants against her lips, his voice ragged and rough with desire. "You feel so good...you're killing me..." His hands slip up under the hem of your shirt now, fingernails dragging along the smooth skin of your back as he searches for bare flesh to possess. He kisses her hard, devouring her mouth in a desperate attempt to stay grounded, even as every other part of him is spinning wildly out of control.

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, hips snapping forward and groaning with release as he comes hard, his body tensing and shuddering against hers as

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels her tight heat milking his release from him, her body moving against him with the frantic abandon of a woman who has been starved for this connection for far too long. "Oh God..." He groans, arching into her harder as she rides him like this, their hips slamming together in a frenzy of need and desire.

Her poison indeed; with every stroke she takes, he feels himself falling deeper under the spell of her body and her loving, giving nature. There's nothing else that can compare to this; nothing else that would ever satisfy him like she does. And as their joined heat cools between them, leaving a pleasant ache in its wake, he knows one thing for certain: He'll never be able to get enough of her.

With shaking hands, he reaches up to cup her face, fingers tangled in her hair as he presses his lips against hers, their kiss deepening and growing more urgent with every passing second. "I love you," he whispers against her mouth before pulling back just far enough to meet her gaze. "And I'm never letting you go."

For a long moment, they simply stare at each other, lost in the depths of their connection; then, with a smile that could light up the darkest room, he leans down and presses his lips to hers once more, kissing her slowly and tenderly this time, as if promising her that everything she's ever dreamed of is finally within reach.

His eyes close as he feels her words against his skin, the soft press of her lips on his own, and it's enough to make him ache with desire all over again. "I will," he promises huskily, pressing their bodies closer together. "I'll always hold you, always have you... You belong with me, Jane. Always." His hips shift against hers, her tight heat still clutching at him even after they've both come apart in each other's arms. He groans low in his throat, the sensation nearly driving him to distraction as he holds her close, lost in the wonder of their love and the hope for all the tomorrows yet to come.

"I want tonight," he murmurs against her lips, fingers curling possessively into her hips as he takes a shuddering breath, his body still humming from the intensity of what they've shared, "to be the first night of forever." His kiss grows deeper, more intense; it's as if he needs to taste every inch of her mouth, consume her completely so that no part of her can ever feel anything but this connection between them.

As their tongues tangled and duel once more, he slips one hand up under her shirt, cupping a breast softly before rolling the nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. "I want tomorrow night...and every night after that," he murmurs, voice low and hoarse with need. "I want to wake up with you in my arms every morning." His other hand slides lower still, fingers curling around the hem of her sh

His eyes close tightly as her words wash over him, the pain and longing in them reaching into his heart and squeezing it mercilessly. For the first time since she arrived, he truly understands what she's been through; how much suffering and loneliness she's endured to find her way back to him. It brings tears to his eyes as he presses their bodies closer together, unwilling to let even a single inch of space come between them again.

His thumb continues its steady circling against the tip of her nipple, drawing out a moan from deep in her throat as he speaks against her lips. "I will never let you go," he promises, his voice rough with emotion. "I'll always be here for you, Jane...no matter what." He kisses her again, hard and desperate, lost in the need to feel every inch of her skin pressed against his, to know without a doubt that she is real, and that they are finally together.

His hips shift against hers once more, rubbing against the slick heat between their bodies, seeking friction and relief from the ache that seems to spread out from his groin in every direction. "God..." He whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire as he feels himself growing hard again, her body curled into his doing things to him that no one else ever has.

A groan rumbles through his chest as she speaks; the teasing words doing things to him that even her lips hadn't been able to accomplish moments ago. He releases her for a moment, sliding down off the counter and turning her around before lowering her gently to sit on the couch. His hands move quickly now, shoving at the waistband of her jeans until they're pushed past her hips, tossed carelessly onto the floor. Then his fingers are back, digging into her ass as he spreads her wide for him, tongue darting out to trace the outline of her pussy before finally pressing forward and sliding easily inside.

"Fuck..." He gasps at the taste of her, her warmth enveloping his tongue. Her scent is everywhere--in his nose, on his lips, filling his senses with the heady aroma of desire and need. His other hand gropes blindly for one of her breasts, fingers kneading roughly against the firm flesh as he buries his face deeper between her legs, licking and sucking at her clit until she's moaning into the back of the couch, arching her hips toward him in wanton abandon.

Anthony moans around her clit at the feel of her hips moving against his face, desperate for more contact. His tongue flicks out to tease the engorged nub before thrusting roughly forward, taking it between his lips and sucking hard. He feels her body tense, her muscles tensing almost painfully around his fingers as she comes apart beneath him, her cries filling the air and echoing through his body like a drug.

With a final groan, he pulls back, licking up the last drops of her essence from where it pools at the entrance to her heat before looking up at her, eyes heavy with desire. "You are so fucking hot," he pants, voice rough from exertion and need. His fingers slide back between her legs, spreading her wetness over his erection as he positions himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, crying out as their bodies connect with a force that nearly knocks the breath from them both.

His hands dig into her shoulders, holding her steady as he begins to move, pulling almost completely free before slamming back home again, each stroke more brutal than the last. "God..." He whispers harshly between clenched teeth, head thrown back as he feels himself starting to lose control once more, falling deeper and deeper under the spell of her body and the power she holds over him with nothing more than a look or a touch.

With each thrust, his hips collide roughly with hers, grinding against her in time with the harsh, desperate sounds they

His mouth hangs open in a silent scream as he feels her words echoing through him like a drug. The taste of her is everywhere--on his tongue, in the back of his throat, coating every inch of his skin that's pressed against hers. He growls low in his throat as she pleads with him, urging him to take more, to go harder, deeper; and with a final thrust, he lets himself go completely, holding nothing back as he comes deep inside her, shouting out her name in a hoarse cry of release.

His body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him spent and panting against her shoulder. His fingers dig roughly into the flesh of her upper arms, nails scoring long trails down her skin as he tries to regain control, tries to push away from the edge she's brought him to so close to collapse.

With a shuddering breath, his hips still move in tiny circles against her as he comes down from the high, letting himself feel every last bit of her slick heat milking his climax out of him with lazy, sensual strokes. At last, his movements grow slower and gentler, softer even as he collapses onto her chest, one arm curling loosely around her waist to hold them together. "Jane..." His voice is little more than a raspy croak now. He's breathless, dazed; he can't quite seem to catch his breath. "Oh my God... Jane."

"You..." His voice trails off as he tries to find the words to express how much she means to him, how perfect she feels wrapped around him like this. "I never thought...I never knew..." He takes a shuddering breath, still struggling to compose himself. "You're everything I ever wanted." He presses his lips to her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against his as he tries to steady his racing heart.

Her hand slides up between them, cupping him gently as she begins to stroke him once more, even after he's spent and sated. Her touch ignites a spark deep inside him, one that only serves to remind him how far from over this night truly is. "Mmm..." He hums in contentment, closing his eyes at the feel of her hand moving on him. "I could get used to this."

He pulls back enough to look into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and adoration reflected there. With a gentle smile, he leans forward, brushing his lips against hers before whispering against them, "My beautiful Jane. I'll never let you go."

His lips curve into a contented smile as she whispers her promise to him, and he knows that with these words, everything is finally falling into place. He wraps his arms tighter around her, holding on as if he's afraid this dream will disappear if he lets go for even a moment, and closes his eyes once more, drifting off to sleep in the warm embrace of the woman who means everything to him.

In his dreams, they are together always; their bodies tangled and twined like vines climbing toward the sky, reaching for something more. They laugh and dance beneath a never-ending sunset, her laughter filling the air around them like a song he could never grow tired of hearing. And when he wakes, even though she's not there beside him, he knows that she's still close; closer than ever before. Because no matter how far apart they might be, their love will always find its way home.