Maxine watched Antony turn the deadbolt. In his field coat and plaid scarf, he looked like something straight out of a sexy Christmas ad—or at least the cover of a romance novel about a massive sexy lumberjack.
All at once, the enormity of the situation hit her. They were going to have sex in the store, probably on Carmine’s very long, and hopefully sturdy couch.
She silently cursed choosing the leggings with the hole in the thigh. My God! Her bra and underwear didn’t even match.
He returned to her, peeling off his coat and unwinding his scarf. Smoldering didn’t even begin to describe the gratuitous way his eyes raked over her. The tingles left over from their kiss began to grow and multiply. Maxine wasn’t sure how she didn’t spontaneously combust. It was like porn in slow motion. All they needed was the bad soundtrack.
Antony placed one hand at the base of her spine, the other on the back of her neck, firing up her whole spinal column. He brought his lips down, but his kiss only brushed against her mouth as his stubble rubbed her cheek. Then he traced her jaw, searching for the spot on her neck just below her ear.
“J’ai besion de toi,” he whispered. “I need you.” Her knees almost buckled. Maxine remembered
how amazing his hands felt and how easily she’d come. She wanted all of him this time. The thought of him thrusting into her left her defenseless. Antony had made her loopy, restless, and completely void of all reason.
And after everything Johnny put her through, Maxine rationalized she deserved an attentive lover. The freedom of this choice made her even more eager.
Soon both of them were kissing with an unchecked passion. His hands smoothed up and down her back, then squeezed her buttocks. She didn’t flinch this time, she wanted his touch.
Moving his mouth down her throat, Antony started to unbutton the front of her dress, kissing the skin as he undressed her.
“Not here,” she said, motioning to the beaded curtain at the back of the room.
The kiss started again as she led him across the room. It was like a sensual dance; hands and fingers working buttons and unfastening belts, while their mouths stayed connected. She stepped on his toes a few times when she helped him take off his shirt.
He pressed her up against the doorframe. She could feel the length of him; it excited her even more. He turned on the light switch, illuminating the cozy area. “Tu me fascines,” he whispered. “Je veux te voir jouir.” Maxine had no idea what he was saying but it sounded dirty. “Do whatever you want with me,” she said. Then she kissed him hungrily and turned off the
light.
He pulled back. The light came on again. “Je veux te voir jouir,” he repeated. Then he translated. “I want to see you come.”
“You’re incredibly sexy.” Then she flicked the light shift off. “But no, we’re doing it in the dark.”
She didn’t wait for an answer, instead she pulled him over to the couch. Maxine started to unzip his jeans, but he dropped to his knees, pulling down her leggings and underwear in one slick movement.
She stepped out of the clothes, already grateful for the darkness. Her dress was long enough to cover her upper thighs, the part of her body she loathed the most. They eased down on the couch, Antony hovering over her. Maxine’s hands roamed all over his bare back and chest. “Even your muscles have muscles,” she said, delirious with want. She pulled him closer, wanting to feel his mouth over hers.
He resisted and began to move down her body. She felt him spread her knees apart.
Her hands were on his shoulders. “Do you have a condom?”
“If I can’t see you,” he said. “I can’t make love to you.” The tease in his voice rattled her nerves.
“I beg your pardon! Then what are we…oh…oh God.” The feeling of his breath against her thighs interrupted her. Antony started to leave kisses there, at the hem of her dress. The graze of his stubble working up her inner thigh set of a trigger of undulating throbs down the full length of her body.
Maxine collapsed back on the couch. “Oh, God,” she sighed, realizing what his intent was.
Antony pressed his mouth where her flesh was aching the most. His tongue worked slowly at first, teasing her most sensitive part. Maxine took a breath and held it, gripping the edge of the couch. The feeling of his head between her quivering thighs shook every nerve with a tremendous force leaving her helpless. Her breaths escaped in between whimpers as she felt him push into her harder, tasting her more deeply.
He only relented once. “So sexy,” he whispered. Then he started again, the stubble on his chin rubbing against her, nearly sent Maxine over the edge.
She’d never experienced anything so erotic. Soon her sensitivity had been heightened to the point of his touch being unbearable. “It’s too much,” she gasped, trying to move away from him, overwhelmed.
But he wouldn’t let her go. Antony wrapped his arms under her thighs, clamping a hand over each hip, anchoring her in place. She was trapped in his grasp as his mouth moved, insistent and ravenous. He moaned, his lascivious tone matching her own sighs.
“Yes,” she gasped. The spasms built upon each other inside Maxine. “Oh God, Ace!” There was a burst of pressure deep inside as she took in mouthfuls of air. The relief was utterly complete, leaving her limp and joyfully placid.
It took a few moments for the air to calm around them. She felt Antony’s weight lean back, his breathing matching her own. Smiling in the dark, Maxine crawled over to him, straddling his waist. She kissed his face, still wet from her own body. “I’m helpless around you,” she said, knowing the allure he embodied was something too powerful for her to fight.
“You own me,” he said.
“I called you, Ace,” she lightly joked. “Sorry, Antony.” Reaching down between them, Maxine found his belt buckle. She unzipped his slacks and grabbed his erection by the base.
I’ve done that to him, she thought deliriously amazed.
“Ace? I like sex nickname,” he teased. His hips began to rock against her touch. A trail of French words fell from his lips. Maxine wanted to eat those words right out of the air and swallow them down whole. Purposely, she brought her mouth down over the tip of his erection while her hand kept moving. Then she took all of him, her tongue memorizing the ridges.
There was a pleading edge to his tone, practically begging her. The power over him was intoxicating, but Maxine was too groggy to tease. She felt him tremble, then a shudder ran the length of him. Antony let out a strangled version of her name as he came.
Maxine held him in her mouth, until he stopped. Then she sat up, tilted her head back, finishing the act. His fingers caressed her throat, then he kissed her there. They collapsed together, legs and arms entwined on the couch. She watched him trace invisible lines along her arms, her eyes now adjusted to the dim room.
His voice was thick and sleepy. “Come to Florida with me.”
“What?” she leaned back, checking his face, certain he was teasing.
His eyes were intense. “I buy you ticket. Call work, call in sick.”
“I can’t just—”
Antony cupped her face and interrupted her with a kiss. “Please,” he said. “I need you there.”
Maxine pushed on his chest putting him at arm’s length. “No,” she said, almost laughing. “I can’t. It’s too crazy.”
His intense expression resolved. “Yes, crazy. You make me lose reason.”
“You make me lose reason, too.”
They traded weak smiles.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I will miss you.” “You’re home on Friday?”
“Oui.”
“Bring a condom when you come over to my place that night.”
“Lights on?”
She tucked into his side. “We’ll see.”