Free Antony by Bethany-Kris

Cristo ,” Antony ground out. “Thank fucking God .”
    She was paradise around him when he started a slow rhythm that was sure to take her high again while driving him insane. Her body was a glorious heaven that felt a lot like his own personal hell intent on taking him under with her wants.
    With every drive of his hips, Cecelia’s legs tightened to his waist. Her heels bit into his lower back as she managed to find her own pace that matched his. She met him thrust for thrust, her breaths catching hard as she arched off the bed, exposing her neck to him.
    Antony took that chance to bite and suck at her sensitive skin there, surely leaving more of his marks behind.
    “More,” Cecelia said, her voice a whimper in his ear.
    Antony cupped her jaw and forced her to look at him. Her eyes were glittering again, her pupils dilating with bliss as he fucked her a little faster. Sweat beaded on her skin and her makeup smudged under his handling. Cecelia sucked the tip of his thumb into her mouth and bit down with a sexy little grin.
    “You taste like me,” she said.
    Antony swallowed hard, pressure building in the base of his spine and promising release. “You’re going to taste like me all fucking over when I’m done with you.”
    “I better.”
     
    • • •
     
    Antony kissed a path down Cecelia’s spine and let his fingers dance over the swell of her backside under the soft sheets. Her tired, breathless giggles muffled into the pillow as she woke up from his teasing touches.
    “ Buongiorno, mia bellisima ,” Antony murmured against her skin.
    “Good morning.”
    “How’re you feeling?”
    “Like heaven.”
    Antony chuckled. “Yes?”
    “Yes. And like if you don’t touch me more, I might scream.”
    Oh, he was more than willing to feed into that need.
    “Have I created a monster?”
    “A terrible one,” she replied sweetly.
    “ Perfetto .”
    She was already wet, hot, and needy when his fingers found her sex. Slowly, he worked her pussy with his fingers until she was shaking, mumbling his name into the pillow, and her hands had fisted the bedsheets.
    As she came, Antony fitted himself behind her and slid home with a single thrust that sent him spiraling into instant bliss. She had to be tender and sensitive, so instead of hard and fast, he took her soft and slow.
    “Christ, there’s nothing more beautiful than you underneath me, Cecelia.”
    Cecelia tossed him a look over her shoulder. She had his marks littered all over her skin. From his fingerprints, to his kisses, to even the redness of her lips from his stubble and teeth. There wasn’t a piece of her that was unclaimed by Antony Marcello.
    “I’m not spun glass, Antony,” she said, backing into his groin.
    Antony groaned. “Don’t tease me.”
    “I won’t break,” Cecelia pressed.
    “Fuck.”
    “That’s the idea.”
    Where had his innocent wife gone?
    “Tell me if—”
    “I will,” she interjected softly. “Always.”
    Antony found her hands with his own and drove them down under her body. He spread their fingers over her fleshy lips so she could feel his cock slamming into her and how her juices soaked his length.
    “Touch,” he demanded as his thrusts turned harder, sending the sweetest cries echoing from her lips. “Touch yourself, Tesoro . Feel me inside of you, how wet you are for me, and how much your body loves it when I fuck you. Feel .”
    “Oh, God.”
    “ Play , Cecelia. Learn your body. I want you to know it, too.”
    He felt her fingers stroke at her pussy, smearing her wetness along her sex and up to her clit. The moment she came in contact with that throbbing nub, Cecelia jerked into the bed and her walls shuddered around his cock.
    “That … there,” she muttered.
    “Yeah, there. So good, Cecelia. Sex is more than procreation. It’s pleasure. It’s need. It’s connection. Keep playing. I want to hear all the sounds you make as I fuck and you touch.”
    She did and it was fucking lovely.
    Antony took his