Thread: Miss Murder [ Bear & LaughtersAssassin ]

Lucie's need was palpable in the way she kissed him and how forthright she was. Anthony had never felt a physical connection in that way before. His prior relationships or lack thereof paled in comparison. There was always a contemptuous air around anything sexual and the lack of a proper connection made most of the endeavors feel stale and sometimes even forced. With Lucie, it was the exact opposite. The night's progression led to their moment in her bedroom. There was their intimate conversation at dinner, the handsy car ride home and then their lust fueled trip up to her room. They had, if he was remembering her explanation of desires to him during their first correspondence, at most a year to share in their passion before it would all be snuffed out. Anthony wanted nothing more than to make those last days the most memorable of her life. Her words set his body on fire as much as her body and her lips had. It wasn't long before his arms were raised, allowing her to tug off his shirt. His long torso expanding in the process, his ribs coming into focus on either side, cupping his toned midsection and defined chest. After another kiss, he felt his pants being taken off. He watched her face as she tugged his pants and underwear down and his cock sprung free. It was a reaction he'd gotten plenty of times before, but it was the only time he really ever sought approval from a partner. Anthony threw his head back as Lucie kissed and nipped at his throat, his cock throbbing in response once she'd wrapped her hand around it. When she pulled back, there was an involuntary groan of protest, but as he watched Lucie lift off her dress, he was quieted immediately. His eyes delighted in the sight of her body being exposed to him. She was thin and feminine and beautiful and he wanted her for an entire night. At that point, there was no contract and no monetary exchange. It was only them. Anthony followed as he was being ushered to the bed. He gave Lucie a hand as she started sliding out of her panties, tossing them to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Once on the bed, Anthony lay over Lucie's frame, his lips finding hers once more. He brought a hand down over her bra-clad breast and down her stomach. His fingertips brushed softly against her flesh as they continued down. Finally, as he broke from the kiss and gave her hair a tug to expose more of her neck to his feasting lips, his hand had found her. His fingertips played over her lips, letting out a groan of pleasure at the feeling of just how wet she was for him, his cock in limbo just above her. He moved to massage her clit with his middle finger, little concentric circles around the swell of it while he shifted his hips and brought the thick head down to her opening. They had gotten so far and as much as he would have loved to tease Lucie and see how much she could stand before caving for him, he knew it was as much about what he needed at that moment. Anthony sat back for a moment, giving an appraising look to Lucie. He didn't know if it was her first time or her twentieth, but if her mention of how protective her father was was any indication, she wasn't all that experienced. He grabbed hold of his cock and shifted himself back to her lips, letting the head bathe in the wetness before finally shifting forward. Fuck, he breathed out, feeling the way her walls hugged him like a vice, his thick cock continuing to slip inside of her. He brought his lips back to hers, not kissing her, but just letting them linger as he looked into her eyes, wanting nothing more than to give her the night of her life. In a way, he hoped it was her first time. He wanted to be her first...her only.