Thread: Miss Murder [ Bear & LaughtersAssassin ]

What had been pressure to live up to her standards had become the pleasure in knowing he was going to be there with her up until the day she died. The worry of their time together lacking authenticity could be put to bed. The two of them connected on a level Anthony wasn't even sure was possible for him. He'd gone about his life with blinders on, shunning the thought of settling down with someone. It didn't feel natural. It always felt forced. There with Lucie in that bed, however, had changed his whole perception. He was sure it wasn't going to change her mind about their endgame. She had come to him with a request for a reason. There were no stipulations that said if the love was real, she would take death off of the table. No, it was what she wanted and as much as he would have liked to extend her life for a few months or a few years, it wasn't realistic. And in fact, the short time they did have with one another made everything that much more real. Knowing something wasn't going to last forever had him wanting to savor every moment with Lucie. Her touch and her lips were unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The warmth that overtook his body was like a shot of adrenaline he'd sorely been lacking. He felt like a different person and it was only their first date. She was making him care about someone. Some thoughts like that had been so foreign to him during his entire life they were easy to brush aside, but Lucie was electric. She'd opened his eyes to a new world entirely. Anthony's eyes never left Lucie's. Her moans fueled him as much as her body, the feeling of her walls squeezing his shaft making every further intrusion that much more enjoyable. He wanted to stay in that moment for as long as possible. They were one, leaving the world and all its misgivings at the door. It was just them and that bed and that moment. When she spoke his name, Anthony's eyes widened and as those three magic words escaped her lips, he could hardly believe it. No one had ever said those words to him. He had short relationships that were glorified flings, but no woman ever claimed to love him and yet there, in the midst of their first meeting...she'd said them. He managed a smile despite the haze of pleasure that was still encompassing him. I love you, Lucie. As strange as the words sounded leaving his lips, they were true. His lips found hers again, and then as quickly as they came, they were gone, easing down her neck, his breath uneven and hot against her flesh. His hips were moving faster, filling her with even more fervor. He not only wanted Lucie to know he loved her--he wanted her to feel it. He wanted every second of their time together to reinforce those words. His kisses traced her shoulder blade and then stopped as he pulled away onto his knees. He took a moment to appreciate her form below him, his eyes darting from her face down to her breasts and midsection and then down between her legs where he was still inside of her. Anthony withdrew his hips and once he'd eased out of her completely, he grabbed hold of his slick shaft and guided the head to her clit, rubbing it against the swollen nub before shifting himself down over the splayed lips. When the torture of not being inside of her reached a fever pitch, he shifted himself back inside, letting out a moan himself. He moved so his own body was propped over hers again, this time his attention falling to her breasts. He hadn't yet taken off her bra, but bringing a hand to one of the cups, he freed one of the modest breasts and immediately dragged the warmth and want of his tongue over the tip. He enclosed his mouth around her and suckled her into his mouth while his hips started to really drive forward, giving her more of his cock than he ever had, throbbing inside of her.