make love to Anton in the dirt if that was our only choice. This was downright romantic. And there was the littlest amount of danger because we could be spotted. I didn’t mind if he didn’t. It was funny, everyone’s individual comfort zone with sex. Anton did not want to have sex with me at the same time as anyone else, but this he desired. For now, I desired what they desired, their hearts were my own.
I stroked my hand down the side of his beloved face. “I love you.”
He kissed me, and I could taste the passion on his tongue, feel his adoration on his breath. Every touch of his hand on any piece of exposed skin spoke of his feelings for me, and I wanted to rub against it and never let the feeling go. The good news was that I didn’t have to, ever. I could have it for the rest of my life. Maybe after, considering all of the things that I had seen lately.
He placed my hand over his heart, nuzzling down on my shoulder like he had from one of the first moments I’d known him. This was our thing. I closed my eyes and let myself feel it. Life had been a constant battle since I’d woken up in Gus’ truck, but I’d still had moments like the one with Anton that had arguably changed my life. Something had woken up inside of me and said yes…this is right…when he’d put his head right there on that spot on my shoulder.
Anton raised his gaze, and we shared that moment. He could feel it too, remember what had been between us almost immediately. How did I know? I’d never be able to explain it. We could read each other. He didn’t need my words either. Just my soul, and I was beyond happy to share it with him.
I reached for his shirt just as he did my own. We undressed each other draped in the touches of sunlight that managed to reach us through the overgrown trees covering the swamp and our dock. Even though this might soon belong to someone else, it would always be in my mind, now thought of as our dock.
Pressing my tongue into his mouth, I sighed and held on to him tighter so that he might not slip into oblivion where such perfect moments were bound to disappear to. He gripped me tighter, rubbing his hand down my back between where I arched slightly over the dock. But he didn’t keep his hands there very long.
Anton wasted no time, he slipped a finger inside of me where I was sure he’d find me wet and wanting him. Any pain I’d felt earlier was forgotten. Anton was the cure to anything that was currently wrong with me, at least for now. My breasts felt heavy, and my nipples begged for attention. The same way that he could always know what I was thinking, he understood what I needed too. With one hand continuing to stroke my clit in easy circles, like he knew just how much pressure to give me to build this explosion ever so slowly, he bit down on my nipple.
Eventually, my need to touch him was more than I could handle. I had to. Right that second. I reached between us and stroked his cock, feeling it grow in my hand until it pressed hard against my leg. He was warm, wet, and wanting me. With my other hand grasped on his back, I started to pant. I needed more, so much more, and yet I didn’t want to stop what I was doing. Even knowing the next moment would be as equally perfect as this one, I was desperate to never let it go.
Anton made the choice for me. He stilled my hand, but just to reposition himself so that he could be closer to me, push inside of me when he wanted. I might beg him to hurry up, I might plead, but he gave me no reason to do those things. Anton would always feel what I did, he’d know my desperation.
He shook his head before he flipped me over. I yelped, not ready or even expecting him to do that. Anticipation made me shake. He was up on his knees as he pulled me against his chest, moving my legs to straddle him before he pushed me down on his hard, waiting cock. I cried out at the invasion and loved it