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I was sinking. But so was Tony.
Closing the distance between us, his mouth was soft as it met mine. My hands clutched at his neck, acting as an anchor to keep me afloat.
Sensing this, Tony moved impossibly closer, caging me to his body. His hand moved to my hair, whilst the other snaked around my waist. My mouth opened to his with a sigh, his tongue embracing mine. I was dissolving into nothing; drowning in his kiss.
But my soul wasn’t being taken from me, he was sharing what was left of his.
The heat of his body bled through the robe between us as his hand slid lower, firmly grabbing my hips. Firm pressure pressed against my abdomen and he tilted his head, angling the kiss to draw me in more. A helpless sound escaped my lips. My hands tightened their hold on him, my nails pressing cruelly to his skin as I lost myself to the taste of him. Heat pooled in my lower abdomen as I melted in his arms.
His hand slipped from my hair, gliding down the expanse of my body before reaching the tie of my robe once more.
Neither of us stopped this time.
Tony slowly undid the knot by drawing it out, letting it fall to the floor. His tongue brushed lightly against mine as his hands gently moved inside and hugged my bare form. My body arched at his touch, my own tongue now meeting his in a slow, sensual glide.
His hands left my hips as he leaned back. The hot air of his mouth fanned my face and I panted at his retreat. The ghost of his lips were still on mine as I slowly opened my eyes to look up at him, our eyes locking.
This time there was no uncertainty.
Tony placed his hands on my shoulders and with a subtle push, eased the robe off my shoulders until it landed with a thump on the floor.
A small gasp left him as he stepped back to look at me. Really look at me. As if we were lovers taking the next step.
Maybe we were. Or maybe this was always inevitable.
Following Tony as he searched for the truth in his reflection, I had abandoned my own. What did he see when he looked at me? The heat mirrored in his cerulean eyes couldn’t be mistaken, but there was something else there. What was it?
Peering into his eyes, I couldn’t read his thoughts anymore. Everything I thought I knew had disappeared.
His eyes deepened and flickered, something ticking inside them. Then he moved towards me.
Closing the distance between us, I slowly reached out, my fingers tracing lightly over his chest, down over his stomach, tracing the muscles gently. His breath hitched, shivering lightly beneath my touch. I brushed over the buckle of his belt before moving back up his chest. Tony swallowed, the muscles in his throat working as he fought to take control.
But I wanted to take my time with him.
My eyes roamed the defined lines of his torso, the subtle play of muscle beneath his skin, the way the soft light accentuated the small scars on his skin. He swallowed, his muscles tightening beneath my fingertips, fighting the urge to pull me closer.
My fingers returned to his belt, this time with purpose. The leather slid free with a soft snap, the metal buckle clinking as I pulled it loose. I felt, rather than saw, the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath grew heavier. With a slow, teasing touch, my fingers traced along his skin just above the waistband of his jeans.
His restraint fractured.
Tony reached for me then, closing the small gap between us. His arms encircled my waist, and mine slid around his neck as our mouths met in a deep kiss. Each kiss intensifying as our tongues met, stroking and gliding in sync.
His hands travelled up my spine, his fingers lightly grazing the clasp of my bra. His hands worked together to unclasp it, and our mouths parted as I stepped back just enough to allow him to slowly ease the straps down my arms. The garment slipped from my shoulders, falling quietly to the floor.
His eyes roamed me – slowly, thoroughly, taking in the sight of my breasts. Captivated by them, his palms slowly rose and conformed to their shape, pressing gently, exploring the softness beneath his touch. I felt my nipples tightening against his hands, prompting his thumbs to sweep over them in response.
A soft sigh escaped me as my fingers held onto his neck, silently begging for more.
His eyes flicked up to mine at the sound, searching.
Whatever he found there made his eyes deepen, and his hand moved, tracing a delicate path down between my breasts, along the smooth curve of my stomach, and down to the small, soft patch of skin beneath the silky fabric of my underwear. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband, easing them down past my hips, over my thighs as they drifted to the floor in a whisper of fabric.
His eyes lingered on my form, fully exposed to him now. Tony’s eyes drank me in like water, and I felt it dripping between my thighs. His eyes, dark with the force of his desire, returned to mine, and our mouths collided once more.
Effortlessly, Tony lifted me, carrying me towards the bed, our lips never leaving each other’s. His fingers dug into me as he laid me down gently, so unlike how he treated his violin.
I bit his lower lip, making him groan into my mouth. My hands ached to touch him everywhere, anywhere I could reach. I needed him closer, though we were already skin to skin.
I reached for the waistband of his jeans, but before I could undo the zipper, Tony snatched my wrists, pulling my hands away. Flicking my eyes up, they met his steely gaze, his breath shaking. Tony held my hands between his, trapping them beside my head as he leaned down. He grazed my lips with his, and my body arched against him for more – more he wouldn’t give me.
He gently leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss to the hollow of my throat before trailing downward. His lips followed the curve of my body with slow, tender kisses whilst his hands left mine to knead my breasts with purpose. My nipples hardened under his touch.
His tongue flicked out, tracing over the delicate peak with a teasing stroke.
I responded instantly, my back arching, a soft sigh escaping my lips. Encouraged, he did it again, slower this time, savouring the way I shivered beneath him. Then, he took my nipple into his mouth, his lips closing around it in a tender, unhurried pull.
A quiet moan slipped from my throat, my brows drawing together in pleasure.
The sound urged him on, his lips closed more firmly around my nipple, his tongue sweeping over the sensitive peak before he drew it deeper into his mouth.
Sighing, my fingers slipped into his hair, my nails grazing his scalp in silent encouragement. He responded in kind, his lips and tongue lavishing my nipple with unhurried devotion, savouring the way my body reacted to his touch. He moved from one breast to the other, his kisses slow, trailing along the delicate slope before he took her other nipple between his lips.
I gasped, my back arching again as pleasure rippled through me. His hands caressed me back, his palms pressing firmly against me, holding me close while his mouth worshiped me with aching tenderness.
His kisses grew wetter, slower, his tongue tracing circles around the stiffened peak before flicking over it in teasing strokes. He drew it into his mouth again, this time with more intent, and I couldn’t help the breathless moan I let out, my body instinctively pressing closer, seeking more of him.
He exhaled against my damp skin, revelling in the way I responded to him, the way I trembled slightly beneath his touch. His lips pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my breast, his hands sliding lower, gripping my hips as if anchoring himself to me.
I tilted my head down, my lips parting as I watched him—his eyes closed, his expression one of pure focus and arousal. The sight sent warmth pooling in my belly, a slow, steady ache that built with each lingering touch, with each careful sweep of his tongue.
When his lips finally parted from me, he let his forehead rest against my chest, breathing me in. He looked so at peace in that moment, so unlike the Tony I had come to know.
I gently cupped his face, my touch soft as I tilted his head up. His eyes opened, locking onto mine, just before I leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. His eyes fluttered shut again, and he melted into it, giving himself over to me.
My lips lingered against his as I slowly broke the kiss, rising to his level. His eyes never left mine as I moved over him. The way he looked at me made my pulse quicken and my thighs clench. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Before he could push me down like before, I settled on top of him. Without a word, my hands came up to cradle his face, his skin warm against my palms. The suddenness of it stole the breath from his chest, but before he could react, I gently pulled him in, my lips pressing softly against his again.
He exhaled through his nose, sinking into it as he kissed me back.
The softness, however, gave way quickly to something deeper, more urgent. My fingers threaded into his hair as I tilted my head, parting my lips just enough to draw him in more. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue swept into my mouth, meeting mine in a languid, heated slide as his hands hugged my waist.
Our tongues danced and tasted. I nipped at his lower lip, just enough to make him inhale sharply. A low sound rumbled in his throat as I did it again, teasing, coaxing.
He shifted slightly, my lips drifting from his as I leaned in to press soft kisses against his neck, eliciting a deep sigh from him. His hand dropped, sliding along my thigh.
I traced my tongue slowly along the length of his neck, pressing myself closer to him as my body wordlessly pleaded for more. A shudder ran through him at the contact, and I felt his grip tighten on my inner thigh.
I arched in his arms as I felt the bulge at the front of his jeans, his arousal pressing for release. I grinded against him, the feeling of his jeans providing some release for what I desperately needed. But before I could reach the zipper again, he pulled me against him and switched our positions.
My head landed on the pillow beneath me and he parted my legs as I sought his kiss once more. He met me with a deep, lingering kiss before his fingers grazed over my centre. His free arm wrapped around my waist, pinning me beneath him.
I exhaled softly against his lips, my hips tilted toward his hand as our kiss deepened.
His hand grew bolder as his fingers pressed more firmly against my centre, tracing slow circles against it. A soft moan escaped my lips as my hips lifted again, reflexively, into his touch.
Spurred on by my response, he gently nibbled at my bottom lip before releasing it, his gaze drifting downward as his hand slid lower, meeting the warmth of my slick skin.
My brows instantly drew together in pleasure as a heavy exhale escaped me. One of my hands moved into his hair, my fingers curling in it. He explored carefully, his fingers gliding through my folds with gentle caresses, familiarizing himself with the feel of me.
"Tony," I whispered, my voice low and thick with need. His name on my tongue was all the encouragement he needed. He found the small bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, circling it softly with the pad of his thumb, drawing gasps and breathy moans from me that filled the otherwise silent bedroom.
My hips began to move in rhythm with his touches, subtle but insistent, urging him to go deeper. He obliged, slipping one long finger into my tight heat. He leaned in and began kissing my neck softly, and I shivered. I felt his arousal growing firmer against me at the feel of my walls clenching around his digit.
"Please," I panted, my other hand coming back to cover his, pressing him further inside.
My eager encouragement drew a soft moan from him. He pressed his lips to my neck, trailing slow, heated kisses as he added another finger, stretching me gently as he thrust in a steady rhythm. My body responded eagerly to his touch, my hips rising to meet each slide of his hand.
"Fuck," I breathed, my head tipping back against the pillow. He continued to stroke me, his fingers curling and twisting until he found that spot that made me cry out, my walls tightening around him. His eyes lifted to me then, his face leaving my neck to watch me come undone before him. His hand around my waist slid up my spine, reaching the back of my neck.
Tony set a faster pace, driving into me with shallow pumps, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that had me arching into his touch.
I was close. So close. And he could feel it.
Tony leaned down for a messy kiss, our teeth clashing when his focus was further down, but I needed his lips on mine. I stroked my hand up his chest, scraping my nails against his pec. He curled his finger inside me in retaliation, even as he hissed my name appreciatively.
His groan vibrated against me as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them precisely to find that perfect spot, drawing another cry from my lips. He kept up the rhythm, pushing me closer, until I began to shake, my breath coming in short, broken gasps.
My eyes closed as I felt the knot tighten in my abdomen; my thighs clenching around his hand.
“Open your eyes for me Melody,” Tony whispered, his breath ghosting my face. His grip around my neck tightened; Tony’s silent plea to obey him.
It felt impossible but through heavy-lidded eyes, I saw the pure concentration on Tony’s face, the veins in his arm flexing as his fingers curved inside me. His focus sent a shiver down my spine, and I lost control, shattering around his fingers with a strangled cry.
Tony held me steady as I rode the waves of pleasure, fingers pumping until my hips twitched beneath him.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers and pulled back, only to move down, pressing a lingering kiss to my thigh, then another, trailing his mouth higher. I felt my body tremble and my release drip onto the sheets. Tony slowly shifted forward, parting my lips with his fingers, his mouth meeting my heat. I gasped, my thighs squeezing around his head. His hands tightened around them to keep me in place.
My body glistened with a sheen of sweat as my hips arched towards his mouth, desperate to keep him there. He greedily followed the movement of my hips, not wanting to waste a drop.
“Melody…” Tony rumbled against my folds, his breath searing me. His voice was guttural and heavily coated in deep lust. His tongue licked me up before I could utter a word. A moan tore from me, my hands sliding deep in his hair.
With a heavenly groan, Tony sucked my clitoris into his mouth, grinding his tongue against my clit until he ripped a loud cry from my lips. He rubbed the throbbing bundle of nerves until my mouth shaped into an ‘o’ and my hips arched. He growled as he drank me up, his mouth working with the way I kept grinding against him.
He hummed as my body bowed towards him, and I came apart with a hard sob. Tony grasped my legs and pushed them up to grant his broad frame more access, greedily drinking my release.
Sagging out a breath, I almost choked as my eyes dropped to Tony who looked up from between my legs, panting as hard as I was. His lips were flushed, glistening, his beard soaked with my juices.. His eyes were dark, molten with arousal, but also something deeper.
My gaze swept over him, dark with want. Leaning up, I cradled his face between my hands and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as my tongue swept over his, tasting myself on his mouth.
My hands moved to his jeans once more. Tony’s silent acceptance came with a hot swipe of his tongue against my own. The button came undone beneath my fingers, and I grasped the zipper tab, pulling it down gently over his erection in one fluid motion. The sound of the metal teeth parting was loud in the quiet room. Our eyes met once more as my lips retreated, my fingers hooking in the waistband of his pants, taking his boxers with them, tugging them over his hips and down his thighs. Tony let out a breath – harsh, swift – as he shoved them off to the floor.
Tony’s arousal stood out, rigid and compelling. I reached out, my fingers brushing lightly along his length, then lifted my eyes to meet his. I saw the way he closed them at my touch, his breath hitching in response. At his silent invitation, I moved to wrap my fingers around him, slowly stroking from base to tip as I leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his chest. His breath escaped in a heavy exhale.
As my hand moved along his length, stroking him in a steady rhythm, a low groan rumbled in his throat, and I felt his essence escape from his tip, coating my fingers. My fingers continued gliding smoothly over his length, using the wetness as a slick glide.
I stroked him like this until his breath shook in my ears, then pressed a soft kiss to the front of his shoulder before releasing my grip, moving back onto the bed.
Tony followed, his cerulean eyes zoning in on mine with a darkening look as he hovered above me. His hips settled between my parted thighs. Bracing himself on his forearms, his gaze locked onto mine, a silent question on his lips.
A gentleman always.
My answer came with a soft teasing bite of his lower lip, followed by my mouth reclaiming his.
My hand slipped between us, my fingers wrapping around his length, stroking once, twice – just enough to feel the weight of him, the heat. The sensation drew a shuddering sigh from him. Then, I lifted my hips, guiding him to where I ached for him. The moment my hand released him, he answered my invitation, pressing forward in one smooth thrust. My body yielded, welcoming him in a slow, exquisite stretch, a gasp slipping from my lips as he filled me completely.
A deep, guttural groan escaped him as he felt my warm, silken walls tighten around him, enveloping him completely.
He stilled for a moment, buried deep within me, his breath uneven as he let himself feel it – feel me. The way my body clenched around him, drawing him in. I never wanted to let go. His forehead rested against mine, our breaths filling the narrow space between us, heavy with need, with something deeper neither of us dared name.
Then, slowly, he moved.
A long slow retreat, only to press forward again, filling me again. He was feeling me, savouring every ripple of sensation, every shiver that ran through my body in response to him.
I gasped softly, my fingers pressing into the muscles of his back, my body rising to meet him, urging him deeper. Every slow thrust sent a wave of pleasure rippling through me, building in ways that left me breathless.
My legs came up around his waist, my heels pressing into the curve of his lower back, urging him closer, deeper. He answered with a slow, rolling thrust that had me arching beneath him, a moan spilling from my lips.
He dipped his head, his lips tracing the curve of my throat, parting to taste the warmth of my skin. I arched beneath him.
My hands slid up his back, my fingers threading into his hair as I pulled him up, my mouth seeking his in a kiss that was deep and desperate, our tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance that mirrored the rhythm of our bodies.
He groaned against my lips, the sound vibrating through me as he rolled his hips again, the friction maddening. My body pressed into him, taking him deeper, another breathless moan breaking from me.
A fresh wave of heat coiled low in my stomach with his movement, my body arching, needing more of him.
Answering my call, Tony’s grip tightened on the sheets, body tensing above me, and the next thrust was deep, hard, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips as pleasure spiked through me.
"Tony," I breathed, my fingers digging into his scalp.
A deep, primal sound rumbled from his throat as he drove into me again, harder than before…then again, and again as he set a new rhythm.
I moaned as he drove into me, relentless now, powerful in a way that felt wholly his. His body caged mine against the mattress, his weight pressing me down as his hips snapped forward, filling me with each unrestrained thrust.
"Tony, please," I gasped, my hands moving to his shoulders, my nails scratching down his back, urging him on.
Without breaking his rhythm, he lowered himself onto his forearms, his breath coming in ragged pants against my face. His movements carried an intensity that sent shudders through me, compelling me to unhook my legs from around his waist and press my feet into the mattress, lifting my hips to meet each powerful thrust. The slick, desperate sounds of our bodies colliding filled the space between us, his moans growing deeper, more urgent.
My hands slid up into his hair, my fingers curling tightly as I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him through every sharp, perfect roll of his hips. His body shook with it, with the force of finally letting go, finally allowing himself to take.
And I wanted to be taken.
He growled into my mouth as he thrust harder, deeper, the force of it driving me into the mattress.
Tearing my mouth from his, I gasped as he angled his hips, hitting something deep inside me that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. My hands slid down his back once more, my nails dragging along his skin and leaving red trails in their wake. He groaned at the sharp sting.
Leaning in, he sank his teeth into the sensitive junction where my neck met my shoulder. I tensed beneath him, my back arching sharply as a ragged cry escaped my lips.
The sound only spurred him on and our hips rocked harder together.
His heat surrounded me, silk and fire and everything in between.
My nails sank deep into his back as I lifted my head, my lips trailing along his neck. I kissed, licked, sucked, and bit at his skin, each touch laced with hunger, with need. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Just then, he pulled out of me. A sharp gasp left my lips at the sudden emptiness, but before I could speak, his hands were on my hips, flipping me on top of him with a firm, wordless command.
My wet core slid along his length, pulling an ardent sound from him as I leant down to kiss him again. The rolling of my hips, the press of my bare sex against his naked shaft, soon had us panting hotly.
I slowly broke the kiss, though my lips lingered as I slowly lowered my hips, guiding him where I needed him most.
His hands rested on my waist as I took him in. His forehead pressed to my shoulder, a quiet curse escaping his lips as I sank down. My hands moved to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin, my breath shaky as I adjusted to the stretch of the new position, my core tightening around him in a snug embrace.
With each slow roll of my hips, deep waves of pleasure passed through us both. His breath came in heavy sighs against my shoulder, and I felt the subtle tremor in his hands as they held onto my waist, his thumbs brushing tenderly over my skin.
A quiet groan rumbled from his throat, and his hands moved. Leaning up on one hand, the other curled around me and cupped my rear. He guided me into a slow, intoxicating grind, and I felt him grow inside me simultaneously.
My hands grabbed his shoulders for support as I gradually increased the pace, eliciting a deep, shaky breath from him.
His eyes opened then, hooded with pleasure, watching me. I held his gaze as I moved, drawing out each sensation with intention.
“Melody,” he whispered, his voice rough with want. His hands roamed over my back, mapping the curve of my spine, before sliding back down to settle firmly at my hips.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, our breaths shaking as I rolled my hips with purpose.
His grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me back against him with each roll of my hips. My body loomed over his, heat radiating off him as his breath came in harsh, hot pants.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice wrecked with need.
I whimpered, voice trembling under the weight of ecstasy as I pushed back to meet him, to take everything he gave me. Every deep, punishing stroke sent another strong jolt of pleasure coursing through me, my body trembling on top of him.
His hands slid up my back, his fingers pressing into my skin. I leaned closer, his chest grazing mine as my hands grasped at his hair, bracing myself above him. His mouth found my nipple, his teeth grazing over flesh before biting down, just enough to make me cry out.
The sound sent something primal surging through him and he planted his feet on the bed, catching me off balance. He thrust up into me – desperate, brutal. The bed rocked violently beneath us, the air thick with heat, sweat, and the intoxicating sounds of our wet flesh slamming together.
One of his hands slid up to tangle in my hair, tugging my head back just enough to make me cry out and arch for him. His mouth was at my ear now.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice thick with possession.
My body clenched at his words, at the sheer intensity behind them.
"Anthony," I gasped, my fingers twisting at the nape of his neck, “Harder.”
He let out a rough, shuddering breath against my skin, then gave me exactly what I asked for.
He slammed into me, each thrust sending me forward, my hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders. The force of it sent pleasure sparking through my nerves, winding tighter and tighter with every strong, perfect stroke.
My moans turned into broken cries, my body arching against him, surrendering completely to the way he took me. He was everywhere… his chest brushing against mine, his mouth hot and desperate against my skin as he grasped my hips tightly, pounding into me.
His restraint had shattered, his body moving on pure instinct as we lost ourselves to each other.
One of his hands slid around my waist, his fingers splaying across my stomach before trailing lower. I gasped deeply when his fingers found my clit, rubbing tight circles that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
My arms were losing their grip, my mouth pressing against his as I let myself drown in the intensity of it all – the way he filled me, the way his breath ghosted over my damp face, the way his fingers worked me in perfect tandem with his thrusts.
"Tony," I sobbed, my body trembling, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. "I’m – "
"I know," he groaned, his pace never faltering, never easing up. He released his grip on my hip and slid his hand up my back, pressing me further against him as he drove into me harder. His fingers maintained their relentless stimulation of my clit, feeling me tighten and tremble around him. "Come for me."
It was a demand, rough and desperate, and it sent me spiralling.
My body sung for him with a sharp, keening cry as my orgasm crashed over me, white-hot and overwhelming. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling and clawing at it frantically. My body clenched around him, shuddering atop him, and that was all it took.
He panted heavily, his breath ragged as he maintained his relentless thrusts, his fingers skilfully teasing my clit while the other returned to my hip, gripping me tightly. His body tensed, muscles coiling tight before shuddering violently as release overtook him, spilling deep inside me.
His head tilted back and his eyes clenched shut, the sheer force of his climax winding him. A deep, loud sound of pure euphoria escaped from his chest as he emptied himself into me, his body shaking with the depth of it.
His movements gradually lost their urgency, slowing as he guided us both back down from the edge. His breathing was heavy and uneven, mirroring the rapid rise and fall of my ribs as I worked to catch my breath. With a final, shuddering thrust, he stilled, lingering in the moment as the last waves of pleasure coursed through us both.
My hand moved to the back of his head as I lowered my forehead to rest gently against his, our chests rising and falling in unison with the weight of our release. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, savouring the lingering tremors of pleasure that remained.
As the aftershocks slowly faded, he pressed his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss, sending a tremor of warmth through me.
Holding me in his gentle embrace, Tony’s lips travelled softly across my skin, breathing me in.
His fingertips trailed across my cheekbone as he pulled back, holding me close as he looked at me with tender eyes.
My breath mixed with his as he leaned in slowly, eyes fluttering shut as his lips descended gently on mine.
Tony’s mouth moved against mine with intention, as if memorising the shape of it; as if it were the last time he’d kiss me. My stomach clenched at the thought. I wasn’t ready.
I don’t think I ever would be.