Chapter 38 MY ANTONIO
MY ANTONIO
CAMILLE (FL) — 22YRS
ANTONIO (ML) — 28YRS
The moonlight slipped through the curtains, silver and soft against my bare skin. I lay tangled in Antonio’s arms, his body heavy and warm around me. For a moment I just listened to him breathe, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back, his arm curled around my waist like a shield. He looked so peaceful in sleep, stripped of the weight he usually carried. I almost didn’t want to move.
But curiosity tugged at me. Slowly, I slid out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded barefoot across the room. The floor was cool under my feet as I went to the window. Madrid glimmered in the distance, thousands of tiny lights like stars scattered across the horizon. For a moment, it felt like I was floating in a dream—me, him, this city, this strange little slice of happiness.
Then I felt his absence. The mattress creaked behind me. When I turned, Antonio’s eyes were already on me. Sleepy, hooded, but the way he looked at me made my pulse race. His gaze raked down my body, and I knew the moonlight had betrayed me—had painted me in shadows and curves for him to see.
I smiled without thinking.
He pushed the sheets aside and rose from the bed, his movements slow, deliberate. My breath caught when he came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. His heat enveloped me, the roughness of his chest brushing my bare back. Then his lips pressed to the curve of my neck, soft at first, then lingering, tasting. A shiver ran through me so strong I nearly melted into him.
I tilted my head back against his shoulder, giving him more of me, and whispered his name.
When I turned, his mouth found mine, hot and eager. The kiss started tender but quickly deepened, our tongues tangling, breath mingling. I felt his hunger, and it set my own alight.
Before I could think, he scooped me up in his arms. I gasped softly, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me back to bed. The sheets were cool against my skin when he laid me down, but his body covered me almost instantly, shielding me from the chill.
His mouth was everywhere—my jaw, my throat, the hollow between my breasts. His lips lingered, his tongue tracing lines of fire down my body. My back arched on instinct, my hands sliding over the hard muscles of his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing more.
When his mouth closed around my nipple, a moan escaped me before I could stop it. The tug of his teeth, the swirl of his tongue—my body betrayed me, arching into him, thighs clenching with every flick.
“Antonio…” I sighed, my fingers threading into his hair, holding him to me.
He groaned low against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through me. His kisses trailed lower, his breath teasing my stomach, my navel, until I thought I would lose my mind. And then his mouth was between my thighs, and my world shattered.
His tongue found me easily, parting me, tasting me, and I gasped, clutching at the sheets. The sensation was overwhelming—wet, hot, relentless. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks through me, every gentle suck against my clit dragged another helpless moan from my throat. My hips lifted without my permission, chasing his mouth.
“Please… don’t stop,” I begged, breathless.
He didn’t. His tongue worked me with a kind of devotion that bordered on worship, and within moments the heat coiled tight inside me. It hit me hard and fast—a wave of pure pleasure tearing through me, my body trembling as I cried out his name.
But he didn’t stop. His lips pressed harder, his tongue flicking me mercilessly until another orgasm tore through me, even stronger than the first. I was shaking, gasping, my skin slick with sweat, and still I wanted more.
When he finally lifted his head, his mouth was wet with me, his eyes dark and burning. The sight alone nearly sent me over again. He kissed me then, letting me taste myself on his lips, and I groaned into his mouth.
He positioned himself between my thighs, and I could feel him—hard, hot, pressing at my entrance. My body ached for him, stretched open and ready. I wrapped my legs around him, dragging him closer.
“Take me,” I whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. He thrust into me in one deep stroke, and I cried out at the sudden fullness, the delicious stretch. My walls clenched around him, my body welcoming him, needing him deeper still.
He moved slowly at first, each thrust deliberate, almost teasing. I writhed beneath him, arching, meeting every stroke, urging him faster. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he began to pound into me, harder, deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with my moans and his ragged breaths.
Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me. My nails raked his back, my cries louder, my body consumed by the heat of him. He kissed me again, rough and hungry, his tongue forcing mine to submit as his hips drove me higher and higher.
I felt the climax building again, unbearable, blinding. When his thumb found my clit and pressed down, I shattered completely. My body convulsed around him, walls clenching tight, pulling him deeper as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.
He growled against my neck, thrusting harder, faster, until he finally let go, his body stiffening above me. I felt him spill inside me, hot and pulsing, filling me with every thrust until he collapsed against me, breathless and trembling.
We stayed like that, tangled, bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the quiet. The world outside the window faded away. All that existed was us, the heat, the closeness, the taste of him still on my tongue.
And when I finally drifted back into sleep, his arms were around me again, his s
cent clinging to me, his warmth sinking into my skin.