Terry - Possession

                His head pounded a bit and he felt his hands fist. He took a long drink from the bottle of water sitting on the table beside him hoping it would help calm him. It wasn’t her first love scene with Scott but that didn’t make it any easier for him. Watching another man touch his wife, though he knew she would never let it get out of hand, was one of the hardest things Tony had to endure.

“What did you think?” she asked, making a beeline for him after finishing the scene.

“Beautiful as always” he pulled her against him, a little rougher than he intended, knotting his fingers in her hair and joining their lips.

“Thanks” she felt dizzy when he finally pulled his lips from hers. The kiss that she had expected to be sweet and chaste had turned into something much more penetrating.

“Great scene Ker” smiled Scott pulling her into an awkward embrace and kissing her cheek, “Always magnificent working with you” Tony swore that Scott smirked in his direction before turning to walk away, a gesture that only fanned the flames raging within him.

                Kerry turned in time to see the less than friendly look he had fixed upon Scott.

“Come on” his voice was gruff when he took her hand and led her from the set. It was difficult for her to keep up with Tony’s long strides and she found herself rapidly losing her breath as they hastened in the direction of her trailer.

“Where are you taking me?” she panted, her leg muscles burning.

                Tony didn’t answer but continued at an inexorable pace. Struggling to keep up with him, so out of breath, Kerry found herself both bewildered and aroused. His large hand gripping hers, the sting in her muscles, her breaths reduced to gasps.

                He slowed when they reached her trailer, opening the door and pulling her inside. No sooner had the door closed then he was all over her. She felt the steel of the door cold through the thin t-shirt she wore, his fingers seizing her jaw, his mouth hard on hers. His other hand moved to the button on her jeans, his adeptness at quickly undressing her never ceasing to amaze. Her hands clutched his back muscles, then caught in his hair as their tongues strove for dominance.

                There was a rip then her shirt yanking over her head. How had he managed to barely let his mouth leave hers? Her bra was gone with the work of his single free hand and her jeans descended her thighs. She was frozen when he released her momentarily to pull her jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them aside and turning his attention to her panties. She looked down at him, pleading, when he hooked a single finger beneath the satin. Her mouth went dry as he roughly ran his finger beneath the delicate fabric. She throbbed with desire watching his single digit hook the fabric, running from front to back, torturing her when his knuckle dragged through her wetness, then pulled along her now glistening mocha thighs and down to her feet.

                He stepped back, looking at his wife naked before him. A smirk curled the edge of his mouth then his sweatshirt was off and his jeans joined hers in a haphazard pile before he advanced on her again.

“Tony” it was a question and a statement. He didn’t answer, fixated on possessing her entire body.

                He kissed her hard against the door for several minutes, her lips, her neck, her chest, his thumb digging into her jaw as he held her in place, feeling her body submit to his. Their breathing was erratic, his grunts interspersed with her mews.

“Mine” his hand glided to her ass. Words escaped her and she moaned her consent before she felt his arm loop around her from behind and a finger press into her heat. She squealed at the shock, his sweltering mouth finding the curve of her neck and rumbling, “All mine”.

                She nearly came apart at the sound of his voice mixed with the heat of his breath and his erection grinding against her bundle of nerves as his fingers continued to endeavor in her wetness.

                Removing his fingers, he pulled back from her, his hand still on her jaw. She watched, eyes dark with passion, as he licked her essence from his fingers. Her red, bee-stung lips were slightly parted, chest heaving, eyes transfixed by the man standing in front of her. He was tall, muscular, ruggedly handsome, and, in this moment, hell bent on driving her mad. Before rational thought could completely take over he hoisted her in his arms, moving her roughly to the couch.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere” he grinned, pulling her back towards him when she tried to scurry away. Then somehow she was under him, chests pressed together, one of his hands lifting her hips the other gripping the hair at the nape of her neck. She didn’t think their connection could get any more intense, then he was inside her, stretching her, moving in and out, the pleasure a stark paradox.

“Tony” she managed to gasp causing him to grip her hair tighter and return his left hand to her neck and jaw. His blue eyes had long ago turned stormy grey, his hands hot and forceful, his kisses rough.

“Tell me Kerry” he spoke through gritted teeth as he pounded into her.

“Tony” she only managed his name again, unable to force her brain to produce other words. He was her singular thought, his hands, eyes, and body her lone focus.

“Tell me” he demanded again, his fingers tightening on her jaw his strokes harder and deeper.

                The quiver started low in her core, coursing deeper, unfurling, each thrust compelling it forward. She knew she was close to the edge and felt Tony stiffen in a manner she knew meant he wouldn’t be far behind. She frowned slightly, not wanting their fervent contact to cease.

“Tell me” his baritone pulled her attention back to him. Her nails scratched a long trail down his back, heels hooked behind his thighs.

                Her head spun in pleasure and anticipation, her lips finally forming the words he wanted to hear, “I’m all yours Tony”

“Yes” he grunted though gritted teeth, thrusting twice more before dumping his hot seed into her as she writhed beneath him.

                His head fell to her shoulder, his panting breath skimming the flesh of her chest and neck. She allowed her fingers to wander through his curls, damp from their passion. Her eyes closed as she shifted slightly, feeling soreness already beginning to settle in.

“What was that about?” she was first to break the silence.

                He lifted his head, meeting her eyes, the coy expression on her face not lost on him.

“I don’t like when he touches you” his eyes were dark blue.

“It’s all pretend” she insisted.

“But he wants it to be real” he countered, drawing a laugh from her.

“It will never happen” she assured, her finger tracing his jaw and lips, “You have no reason to be jealous. I’m all yours. I love you.”

                He sat up, reaching for a bottle of water from the refrigerator, “I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful and I still don’t quite understand why you chose me….”

                Kerry couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her. She thought back to the first time she saw Tony, the first time they met, the first time he kissed her, the night they first made love. From the first time she looked into his steel blue eyes she was his, he owned her, and nothing could ever change that. And as scary as that thought had been to her when she first admitted it to herself she knew the same was true for him. The mere touch of her hand and he would submit, his 6’2” frame surrendering to every whim of her 5’2” form.

“I’m all yours” she again insisted, watching him swallow the cool water then offer the bottle to her. She took a long drink then he was moving towards her again, eyes darkening anew.

“Show me” his voice was gravely, sending a chill down her spine.

“What?” her words hung heavy with lust as she gave him a demure smile.

“Show me” he turned her to face away from him, looping his arm around her lower abdomen, “that you’re” his left hand found its favorite spot on her neck, “all” his erection pressed against her inner thigh, “MINE”. His mouth met the base of her neck, kissing, sucking, biting, then allowing the slow movement of his tongue to calm the sting.

                She pressed back against him, her heat grinding against his thigh and he rewarded her with a tighter grip on her neck and the friction of his leg against her center.

“Tony” it was a garroted plea, “please….”

“Please what?” his teeth tensing over the flesh of her earlobe.

“Please…..I need…..I’m…..” then he was inside her and language escaped her, replaced by their low moans.

                Being behind, watching himself disappear into her, feeling her hold him tight and submit to his every whim, was intoxicating. His toes curled and his mouth sought out new flesh to savor.  She reached back to grip his thighs, fingers pressing into his skin. He looked down at the small hand gripping his leg, the contact causing him to press deeper into her.

                His hand slid on her jaw, close enough to her mouth for her to suck the tip of his first finger between her sultry lips. She felt him flinch at the sensation, stilling for a moment then his breath was against her neck, his finger further in her mouth, his chest pressed against her back.

“My bad Kerry” every nerve in her body was at attention, time slowed, and goose bumps prickled her skin. Then his chest left her back, his hand returning to her neck, and the most exquisite colliding of pain and pleasure when his open hand came in contact with her ass just as he thrust into her.

“Fuck” an involuntary scream from her as he set his pace anew.

“God I love your ass” his hand brushed the reddened skin.

                She had no idea what was happening, her senses blurred by his proximity, the heat, the pace he set and the mingled sounds of their lovemaking. She easily forgot that they were likely within earshot of others when she found herself begging, pleading, “harder” he obeyed, “faster” he obliged, then her voice louder than either of them had ever heard it, “Fuck me Tony” as she hurtled over the edge into the abyss, pulling him with her in a mass of blurted expletives.

                They lay in a sweaty heap, each surveying the marks they’d left on the other.

“I’m sorry...” he breathed against the soft flesh of her neck, “if I hurt you.”

“No…” she wrapped one of his curls around her finger, “it was…. Wonderful.”

                Their lips and hands soothed bite marks, scratches, reddened welts. They spoke words of devotion and gratitude until the chill in the room sent them searching out their discarded articles of clothing. They dressed slowly, trading kisses and gentle caresses.

“Should I go out first?” he asked, holding her against him and stealing one last kiss.

“We don’t have to hide” she smiled into his neck, “people know…”

“If they didn’t before today they sure do now” he joked, “You’re loud for such a tiny woman.”

                She swatted him playfully, his crooked grin betraying his pride in making her completely lose control.  He laughed again, picking up his keys and pulling her against his side. 

                They emerged from her trailer, breathing a collective sigh of relief that no one appeared to be nearby, and walked quickly to his car. He couldn’t keep the pleased smile from his face when he saw her wince slightly when she sat.

                He bent to kiss her lips, murmuring “bad Kerry”

                Her fingers caught the hair at the back of his head, her tongue pressing between his lips, tangling with his.

“Bad Kerry” he whispered again as he sampled the soft skin of her neck, “I can’t wait to get you home”

                Tony slid into the driver’s seat, slipping the key into the ignition and putting the car in gear. As he eased the car out onto the street he allowed his hand to venture to her thigh. Her body flushed at the mere contact of his hand. How could this man continue to have such an effect on her?

                When his hand stilled just below the bend in her hip she lowered herself in her seat, seeking the contact of his hand where she needed it most.

“I hate days when you shoot with him” he pretended not to notice her squirming, even as she tried harder to move beneath his hand, “I hate the way he looks at you. The way he talks to you. He thinks he could have you….” His voice trailed off and his hand moved towards her knee drawing a disappointed sigh.

“He couldn’t” her voice was quiet but the lust was apparent.

                Unable to take much more and needing further contact, she slid her nails along the top of his leg, then her hand ventured along his inner thigh. His breath caught and he pressed just a little harder on the accelerator, “You’re going to cause an accident” his voice was both full of warning and brimming with desire.

                She peered at him with dark, rapacious eyes, “Pull over” her husky voice surprised even her.

“We’re almost home” he whimpered, unsure how much longer he could stand her hand along the bulge in his pants. He moved his hand along her thigh again, hoping to distract her.

                He unfastened the button of her jeans with one hand. And he’s not even right-handed she thought. His hand sliding beneath the satin of her panties served as adequate distraction and her hand left his thigh.

“Tony” her hips bucked against the fingers sliding through her folds.

                Thankfully their house came into view and he parked the car in the garage before hurrying to open her door. She stood on wobbly legs, jeans still unbuttoned, in a haze of desire. Hand in hand they moved toward the door, tearing at one another’s clothes once inside. They left a trail of discarded articles as they made their way up the stairs, barely making it to their bedroom before he had her pressed against the wall, plunging into her. Hands gripping hair, nails moving along his scalp, fingers buried in her hips, branding one another with their teeth and lips. The only sounds above the joining of flesh, their repeated cries of “mine” and “yours”.

Terry - Sensation

            He stood in front of the mirror alternating between perfecting his bowtie and stealing glances at Kerry’s reflection. Her hair and makeup teams were gone, leaving the two of them alone to finish preparing for the night ahead.

“Can you zip me?” she asked over her shoulder, aware of his eyes on her.

“Sure thing.” He strode confidently towards her, thankful for any excuse to touch her. He ran his hands along the skin exposed by the open zipper of her Oscar de la Renta gown, unable to resist the urge to drop feather light kisses along her spine.

“Tony…” it was meant as an admonishment but instead came out as a pleading moan. A fleeting moment passed when she considered not going, instead staying locked in this room with him, away from the world, the expectations, the pretense. A deep sigh escaped her, the unspoken sentiments that clogged her mind since their relationship started.

“Nervous?” he was being polite, ignoring the things she clearly didn’t want to talk about but he felt them too. Every time he had to let go of her hand or pretend that they were nothing more than co-workers, the public image of them living separate lives when they spent nearly every spare moment together.

            She turned in his arms, agonizingly aware of his hands finding their predictable position on her slender waist, busying herself straightening his tie and tracing the buttons of his shirt with her fingers. She considered proposing they skip the awards but knew he would never agree and that her absence would be conspicuous.

“Nope.” She was finally able to meet his eyes with a nearly full smile. Any misgivings were neatly tucked away as her hands lay softly upon his jaw, delicate fingers playing at the nape of his neck. “Okay, maybe a little,” she confessed, the smile now reaching her eyes and a blush tinting her cheeks.

“I have no doubt you’ll win.” He leaned in to touch his lips to the spot just below her ear earning him a moan of approval, “And what a lucky guy I am.”

“To present one of my categories?” she wondered, her eyes slid closed as his breath tantalized the skin over her collarbone.

“To bring home a winner tonight.” His grin was mischievous and self-assured, the crooked smile that had first attracted her from across a crowded room. Her smirk mirrored his and she reached up to thank him with a chaste kiss.

            The atmosphere of the room shifted, her perfume filling his nose, the heat from his skin sending trembles to her very core. Even through the guipure lace he could feel the warmth of her skin invoking memories of exploring her bare flesh and he found himself deepening their kiss, his tongue venturing along her plump bottom lip before braving further into her mouth. Then her hands tensed in his hair, holding his lips to hers, his hands still on her waist but fingers pressing into her skin even through the thick fabric. When the air grew too viscous and her heart pounded too loudly in her ears she allowed a hand to slip along his chest and come to rest just below the waist of his pants. He groaned, his hands harder on her, mouth demanding more of her.

            Only the soft knock on the door broke the spell, leaving them breathless, straightening their clothes and returning to the warm colleagues all of the magazines portrayed. He briefly looked in her direction before turning the knob and opening the door.

“Hi Sweetheart.” Tony smiled brightly at his daughter, his date for the night.

“Hi Dad.” She returned the sentiment then moved to hug Kerry warmly, “Hi Ker.”

            Tony smiled at the tender embrace before leaning to kiss Kerry’s lips sweetly and allow his teeth to graze her tender earlobe when he whispered, “I’m bringing home a winner tonight.”

            The words thrilled her, his confidence, the implication, a promise of things to come.  The thunderous slam of the door roused her from her sweet recollections and the deafening silence left behind brought reality rushing in, quickly replacing the warmth that had filled the room. Another long sigh left her as she scooped up her clutch and walked through the door.

            He fingered the corner of the envelope, his palms damp, hoping it would be Kerry’s name inside. He cleared his throat, unexpectedly feeling a wave of anxiety. He was nervous for her, desperately wanted her to win, knew how hard she worked every day and how important this role was to her. He laughed nervously before releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding then striding confidently towards the podium. Then he was on autopilot, words coming smoothly without deliberate thought, everything a blur until the seal was broken on the envelope he held. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, tears pricked his eyes and his voice refused to come. He read the name over and over in his mind before composing himself and announcing her name.

            The world rushed back into focus when she stood, hugging and kissing those close by, making her way to the stage. Blood roared in his ears and the thud of his heart was in time with her hurried steps towards him. He stepped in her direction, drawn to her, needing her in his arms.

            Her legs carried her ever faster towards him, when they met, those familiar strong arms around her and the smell of him causing her to forget where they were, allowing her hand to touch his cheek as his lips caressed the very corner of her mouth. She let her arms linger around him, unable to resist a deep inhale of his scent. Then the applause filled her ears and they reluctantly pulled back, her hands sliding to his biceps, his still firmly at her waist before their eyes met. His eyes the cool blue of stone brimming with pride for her, she almost didn’t feel worthy of such unsullied admiration. When he leaned in to kiss her again she let his lips touch hers briefly, knowing they both needed it.

            Tony reluctantly let her out of his embrace, exhilaration coursing through him as she thanked all of the influential people in her life. His smile faltered momentarily when she mentioned her cast mates, wishing their relationship was easier. He recovered instantly when the applause intensified and she turned in his direction.

            She turned towards him, catching something slightly off in his expression, though it vanished when their eyes met. His arm looped hastily around her waist, her hand gliding just beneath his jacket, their sides pressed together. Backstage was a sea of people vying for her attention and he took an instinctive step away from her before her hand caught his, keeping him close.

            He felt her small hand clutch his tighter, knowing that was her silent indication that they needed to be alone. He glanced around until he noticed a reasonably deserted corner, catching her eye and tipping his head in that direction. Her nod was nearly imperceptible as was her grin as she trailed behind him.

“You won.” His smile was broad and genuine, full of delight when he pulled her against him, his mouth grazing just below her ear.

“I won.” It was a whisper laden with desire and her hands impetuously found the nape of his neck, nails skimming soft skin. “Thank you. I wanted to say your name. I wanted to thank you.”

“I know.” He stood studying her deep brown eyes, arms casually around her waist. “There will be plenty of time for you to thank me.”

            A blush colored her cheeks, regardless of how many times he turned his unabashed charisma on her it still caused a stir deep in her belly. She pressed closer to him, craving his heat, cursing the layers of fabric separating them.

“There has to be somewhere we can be alone.” He had rarely heard her voice so demanding and her teeth sweeping over her lower lip told him she wasn’t willing to wait. They hurried, uncertain of where exactly they were going until they found a deserted room, barely letting the door close before she was pulling him into a blistering kiss.

“Thank you,” she gasped against his mouth between kisses.

“Mmm.” He was too distracted, his singular attention finding the nearest firm surface. Finally his hand met the cool wall and he eased her against it, standing close enough for her to feel every inch of his enthusiasm.

            Her mind raced, the possibility of getting caught, his mouth hot against her skin, hands so firm on her body yet full of adoration. He entwined their fingers, holding her hands above her head while his right hand moved along her side, finding the contour of her breast, thumb stroking circles over the thick lace.

“Oh God…” a gasp spilling involuntarily from her lips when his hands moved to the skirt of her gown. The first contact of his hand with her bare thigh nearly singeing her skin, she pulled him harder against her, pressing into him. The voice within her urging her to stop, that they could be seen, someone would miss them, was quickly drowned out by the hum of her craving for him.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His breath against the now damp skin of her neck sent a shiver down her spine and he felt goose bumps appear beneath his hands as one cupped her ass and the other stroked closer to the apex of her thigh.

            Sensations collided, the scent of his Neroli Portofino mingled with the smell that was just Tony, the awareness of his hands on her, seemingly touching every susceptible sliver of skin, the sound of their breathing, matching the throb of his heart against her chest. She was lost in the sweet taste of his lips, the trace of mint on his tongue, and the salty hint just above his collar. Finding herself trying to remember the taste of every peak of his muscular chest and every valley of his rigid abs, her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

“We can’t.” He gulped, catching her hand, “This is for you.” He beheld her slightly bewildered face, glimmering eyes, flushed cheeks, perfectly love-bitten lips, then took another deep breath, “I want to make you feel good.”

            Before she could respond his mouth was on hers again, hand gliding up the inside of her thigh, her thoughts scattered once again. The room spun out of focus when his fingers drifted over her satin covered mound and she gripped him tighter, her only anchor to reality. He felt her nails through the thin cotton of his shirt, exquisite pain urging him on.

            He redoubled his efforts, teeth grazing the skin beneath her collarbones, tongue and lips quietening the sting. In the years they had known one another he had tasted every part of her at least a thousand times but each sample was like the first time. His mouth mapped her neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of reddened flesh in its wake, comparing the soft skin at the inside of her elbow to the nearly untouched territory behind her ear and the place where her jaw curved so perfectly to meet her neck.

            Her hips begged his hand to continue its assent, breath quickening, every last shred of control tumbling from her grasp. One long, thick finger slid through her slick folds and she was engulfed in their collective inferno.

            He caught her when her legs buckled, a victorious smile turning the edges of his lips when he pressed two fingers knuckle deep into her warmth. He greedily swallowed her moaned response sliding his thumb to trace her clit.  The connection nearly caused her to come undone, hips bucking against his hand, walls quaking around his fingers, fingers knotted in his curls, tongue seducing every corner of his mouth.

            Every whimper and groan disappeared between his lips, imploring him to move faster, stroke deeper, until sweat formed on his brow and the strain of his erection against the confines of his pants was practically too much to endure.

            Both were acutely aware they would soon be missed, their urgency evident in her grip on his hair, nails down his back, his mouth’s assault on her neck, fingers working their magic.

“Tony…” A strangled sob when his right hand caught her neck, fingers gripping her jaw, while his left hand toiled beneath her dress.

            The crest of her climax loomed just before he bent his lips to her ear one final time and she knew he would end her then and there. Her breath caught, every nerve at attention, waiting for him to speak.

“Best actress, Kerry Washington…” She went nearly limp in his arms, pulsing, quaking, trembling against his hand, then her forehead fell to his shoulder and she clung to him, searching for breath.

“Amazing,” she gasped, grinning against his chest.

“Just wait until I get you home,” he exhaled into her hair.

            Her eyes lifted to his, a genuine smile playing on her lips, “We should get back…interviews….pictures…”

“I love you.” He couldn’t stop the declaration though anyone could read it in the way he looked at her.

“I love you too.” The bliss in his face was rivaled only by her own as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

            She grinned, the smile not quite finding its way to her eyes, not quite the gleam that she shared with him in their most private moments. He could tell she was slightly overwhelmed, wishing the camera flashes would cease, that they would stop calling her name, that she could go enjoy her win with those closest to her.

            Kerry glanced to her left, caught his eye for just a split second, gathering the strength to smile for a few more minutes. She squeezed her legs together, intensely aware of the stickiness between her thighs and the cool air drifting over her center. Tony reached his left hand into his pocket, a devilish smirk enticing his lips when his fingers touched her still damp panties. He licked his lips, the abrupt longing to taste her taking his mind elsewhere, a now familiar tightening in his pants returning.

“Tony.” He looked up to see her beckoning him, the most sincere smile curling her lips, his legs carrying him to her side as if they craved the propinquity just as much as the rest of him.

“Are you okay?” he whispered into her hair, sliding his arm around her slender waist. Even through the layers of fabric her skin burned for him, a flush blossoming along her skin, and suddenly it didn’t matter that they were standing in front of the mass of reporters.

            She nodded and whispered an affirmative reply as she slipped her arm behind him, lagging her hand just below his jacket. Tony shifted his stance in an attempt to hide his burgeoning erection. They weren’t going to be able to stay much longer, he needed to touch her and stolen caresses weren’t going to be enough to satisfy either of them.

            The rest of the cast appeared drawing attention away from the couple momentarily. He slipped his hand into hers as everyone shuffled into place, a blanket of serenity settling over him when she adjusted to allow their fingers to slide between one another, a gesture that could not be misconstrued.

            She smiled down at their hands, the connection of their palms stoking the remnants of the flames from their earlier rendezvous, her eyes flickering momentarily to his lips. Those lips, that mouth that brought her such intense gratification whether whispering in her ear or buried between her thighs. Her cheeks burned at the sinful things she’d heard and felt from that mouth and she knew their evening needed to be cut short, she wasn’t waiting any longer than absolutely necessary to be alone with him. Columbus said her name several times snapping her out of her lustful thoughts and she again focused on the flashing of cameras and fake smiles.

            She feels Tony’s thigh press behind her and instantly her cheeks flush at the awareness of his erection against her hip. When is this torture going to end? She looks around nervously, clearly everyone must sense it too, the thick sexual tension between them. She’s warm, her breathing ragged, legs wobbly, skin tingling with the prospect of things to come. Her hand reached back for his, pulling it to her waist, a nearly immediate rush of warmth to her core.

            Tony falters somewhat when he feels her take his hand but quickly recovers his professional smile when she releases his hand to rest on her waist. People can see. Then just as quickly her wits return and she brushes his hand away. He can smell her perfume, her body wash, the fresh scent that he smells when he buries his nose in her pillow or the trace that lingers on his skin after he’s held her all night.

“The things I’m going to do you.” He manages to keep a straight face when he whispers the words but her smile momentarily fades as craving surges through her weakened limbs and suddenly she’s struggling for oxygen and her flesh is ablaze.

            They rush off after the photographers and reporters are finished, barely offering goodbyes before they find their quickest means of egress and climb into the backseat of their waiting car. The door closes and the temperature rises almost immediately, the outside world ceasing to exist.

“I’m not waiting until we get home.” He was again surprised at her dominant tone and he simply leaned into the seat as she moved closer to him.

            She leaned in to brush her lips against his, teasing his lower lip with her teeth before pulling back to allow herself one final appreciation of the glorious man before her. Her gaze raked over his form in the Armani tux that fit him perfectly. In her mind any man looked better in a tux but Tony made the tux look downright sinful.

            As she eyes him he takes the opportunity to survey the beauty who he thanks God daily is his. He runs a finger along her collarbone, beginning at her right shoulder, tracing the protrusion in her delicate skin.

“God, you’re incredible.” The words tumble out unconsciously. His eyes meet hers and she sees how much he means what he just said. That is one quality about Tony that she absolutely adores, he is candid and completely genuine when he speaks to her.

            The way he’s looking at her, that blazing stare that leaves scorch marks on her skin. Then he speaks again, “Do you want me, Baby?”

            Her mouth goes dry and she becomes momentarily mute, forced to settle for a slight nod to convey her response.

“Tell me. I need to hear you say it.” Jesus. He’s undoing her with his words and he’s so close it’s nearly unbearable. She knows exactly what she wants and she blinks heavily before closing the little space between them, pressing her chest against his, feeling his reaction to her.

“I want you….all of you. Your hands, your mouth, your….” Her voice trails off as she looks down.

“Say it, Kerry.”

“Cock.” It’s a strangled whisper and her cheeks instantly turn crimson.

            A groan rises in his broad chest and he doesn’t try to subdue it as he reaches for her hips, pulling her flush against him again. His hands run along the silky skin of her thighs until his fingers meet her wetness. He watches her as her wetness coats his fingers, knowing just how to touch her to achieve his desired result.

“I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now.” But she doesn’t want gentle, she wants soul-splitting, earth-shattering.

“I want you to take me,” she responds, her eyes looking deeply into his.

            His hands appear from beneath her dress and she groans in disapproval before his hands cradle her face and his lips touch hers. She tries to coax her tongue against his but he is determined to be in control. He keeps one hand on her face, bringing the other to her neck, gripping it with that possessive hunger that excites her like nothing else. Her arms snake around his neck as their lips come together again. Their hands go to work on zippers and buttons while their tongues undertake their familiar dance, lavishing one another with the adoration each deserves.

“Mine.” Tony’s growled statement against the curve of her neck.

“Fuck me.” Her moaned reply, “Show me I’m yours.”

            The words brush against his ear and that’s all the coaxing he needs. Her heart belongs to him and, in that moment, she wants him to claim her body. He lifts his hips off the seat enough to slide his pants and boxers down his legs as he tastes the tops of her blossoming breasts, unable to resist sucking the delicate skin into his mouth, marking her.

            She throws her head back when his mouth captures another parcel of skin, his growl of approval the last sound she hears before he buries himself inside her. His hands move over her, unsure of where they want to settle, wishing they could touch her all at once.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he says through gritted teeth. He moves steadily in and out of her, his power during sex immeasurable. The way his hips crash against her pelvis, the way his grip on her tightens, all passion and greedy desire. And she meets him thrust for thrust, wanting everything he gives her, needing him to possess every inch of her. He tells her how badly he wants her, how he’s never felt anything nearly as perfect, and that he’ll never get enough. It’s raw and honest as their bodies move in unison. His lips find her ear, suckling the lobe, nibbling just behind it, and she feels the tide of her orgasm swelling deep within.

            She grips his hair, the back of the seat, bracing herself for the crescendo of her peak when his thumb deftly finds her clit and his voice echoes in her ear, “Fucking come for me, Kerry.”

            Her body immediately obeys as her orgasm has her bucking above him, her core contracting around him and he slows, wanting to delay his release. She’s sure that anyone within ten blocks knows what Tony has done to her and the smirk on his lips suggests he is pleased with her moans. She’s panting against his shoulder, doing her best to steady her breathing while he’s still fully submerged in her wetness. But she knows they’re not finished. If there is anything she’s learned from being with Tony it is that her insatiable hunger for him will always be met by his need for her.

            He pulls one of her bent knees towards his chest as he begins to push into her again. “Keep your eyes on me,” he instructs, “I want to watch you.” Then somehow he’s going deeper, thrusting faster, and she wonders if she can survive the relentless pace. Even if she wanted to look away she doubts she would be able to. Him pounding into her in the backseat has gone way past any expectation she could fathom. She watches his eyes, their possessive gleam, the fullness of his mouth, his slightly parted lips, furrowed brow, the way he licks his lips. Then she settles on his eyes, holding her captive, commanding all of her attention as he somehow increases the pace of his punishing thrusts. He doesn’t look at her like a man just looking for pleasure. He looks like a man who is starved, starved for her, who would do anything for her alone.

“Talk to me.”

“And say what?” he pants, “That I could kiss you for hours?” he runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, “That I love the taste of you?” he presses his tongue into her mouth, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Everything,” she barely gets the word out when his fingers grip her jaw and he’s deeper, the blue flecks in his eyes shining.

            Every sentiment swims in his mind, how much he wants her, how soft she feels, the heat of her flesh on his, how long he’s waited for everything he feels when he’s touching her, and how much he wants her to know these things. But the jam of emotions are mired by his impending release and he reaches his hand between them to again find her clit, stroking her closer to her peak.

“Fuck,” he grunts through gritted teeth, “Get there, Baby. I’m not coming without you.” His words and the pattern of those talented fingers bring her crashing over the edge, writhing and moaning as she feels his warm release coat her insides. They collapse in a panting, drenched heap upon the seat. He peppers tiny kisses along her jaw and the corners of her mouth before he presses his tongue fully into her mouth. Just the taste of her mouth is enough to make him rock hard again.

            Kerry giggles against the front of his partially open shirt, “We’re almost home.”

Terry - Reunion

                It was nearly dusk when he finally reached the house. Calm settled over him as soon as he stepped from the car into the salty ocean air. He was home, with his family, away from their demanding schedules and the prying eyes of the world.

“Ker” he called, stepping through the door into the kitchen. When she didn’t answer he placed his small suitcase on the floor and his keys on the counter, smiling at the baby bottles that sat neatly lined up next to the sink. He walked to the sliding glass door and there they were, mother and daughter, two of the greatest loves of his life.

                She turned when she heard the door open, “Daddy’s home” she cooed to the sleeping newborn tucked into the crook of her arm.

“Hi beautiful” he whispered, placing a sweet kiss on the top of Isabelle’s head. He leaned towards Kerry to place a similar kiss on her lips but she quickly deepened the contact, pressing her tongue deep into his mouth. He groaned, it had been nearly twenty four hours since he’d kissed her, an eternity in their world.

“Do you want me to put Isa down?” he whispered, reaching for his daughter, “Then I’ll pour us a glass of wine?”

                He carried his youngest daughter to her bedroom, turning on the night light and opening the window just a bit to allow the sound of the ocean to soothe her. He stood for a moment, overcome with love for the little girl who was the perfect mixture of himself and the love of his life. When he met Kerry he had dreamed of marrying her and having children but seeing the result of their love sleeping soundly in her bassinet made his heart swell. She was perfect, just like her mother. Blue eyes, dark curls, perfect caramel skin, and for now their most precious secret.

                Placing one more kiss on her forehead, he softly closed the door and walked to the kitchen. He opened the bottle of wine and placed some cheese and crackers onto a plate. He retrieved two glasses and a bottle of water then carried everything to the deck.

                He saw her vaguely shiver and pull her sweater closer around her shoulders.

“Let me warm you up” his voice took on a different tone when he spoke to her. She shifted to give him room to sit then settled back against his chest as he poured a glass of wine for each of them.

“How was your trip?” she asked snuggling further into him.

“Okay, but I missed my girls” he kissed her hair then closed his eyes taking a large inhale. He had even missed the smell of her.

“We missed you too” Kerry replied in the soft tone she only used for Isabelle and him, “I slept in the nursery last night because I couldn’t bear to be in our bed without you.”

“I didn’t sleep well either” he offered her a glass of wine which she gladly accepted, taking a large swallow.

“Isa missed you too” she whispered, “You’re the only one who can get her back to sleep in the middle of the night. She loves when you sing to her.”

                Tony smiled at the thought of the past few months with Isabelle and Kerry. Despite not being a first time father he was nervous when he first held Isabelle. It was in the delivery room right after she had been dried, weighed, and measured. She looked so small despite weighing seven pounds two ounces. Immediately he saw Kerry in Isabelle’s tiny features, perfection in the nose and chin she shared with her mother. They took what seemed like a thousand pictures. He watched Kerry feed Isa for the first time and fell in love with her all over again. He knew she would be a wonderful mother but watching her hold the baby who was half him and half her, he realized just how amazing she was. He snuck pictures with his phone when she wasn’t looking. One, Kerry talking to Isa about how much she loved the little girl and what a great family she had, was already his favorite.

                Since Isabelle came home they had settled into a routine of sorts. Tony handled diaper changes and extra fussy times while Kerry was in charge of feedings and mommy daughter snuggle times. Tony treasured the times he spent in the quiet of the night, Isa resting on his bare chest, singing and walking her around the house as she gurgled and squeaked in his arms. He would tell her about what an amazing mother she had and the love that had brought her into the world earlier than they would have planned.

                Then there was Kerry, his wife of nearly a year, growing more gorgeous in his eyes every day. She was strong, powerful, no nonsense, but with Isa she was tentative and exposed. She didn’t need to be the perfect Kerry Washington everyone saw on the red carpet or the television screen. She wore his t-shirts and pulled her hair into a haphazard ponytail, her toenail polish was chipped and there was sometimes drool on her shoulder, she was the perfect hands on Mom. After rocking Isa back to sleep in the darkness of night he would climb back into bed next to Kerry and pull her close. She would giggle when, without fail, his erection would press against her back and the six weeks before they were cleared to have sex were difficult, made slightly better by their ability to improvise and work their way around the rule of no intercourse. Just thinking of the first night they were allowed to make love caused a growing bulge in his khakis.

                “Tony” Kerry blushed, brushing her small hand over his zipper, “it’s only been one night.”

                “What can I say? All I have to do is touch you and it happens” his lopsided grin caused her to reach up and kiss him, his hand instinctively touching her now flat belly then sliding to her breast.

                “It’s beautiful out here” she flirted against his lips, turning to face him, “Do you think anyone can see us?”

“No” he swallowed hard, the throbbing in his boxers increasing.

“And no one can hear us” she reached for the button on his pants, unhooking it and sliding her hand inside.

                Tony’s growl disappeared into her neck as he nipped at her flesh, lifting her shirt over her head and pushing her leggings down to her knees. As usual she was dripping wet with need and his thick fingers glided through her folds. He lifted his head away from her neck long enough to lift his sweater over his head and kick off his pants. She took the opportunity to admire his perfect physique, his messy curls, the angle of his jaw, his tight abs, muscular legs, until her gaze met her favorite part of him, if only because she was the only one who got to see and experience it. She reached to touch his length earning her another growl. Then he was kneeling next to her, pushing her back against the love seat, his hands running up the outside of her legs from her calves to her thighs. She was almost too beautiful for words.

                Kerry smiled up at him shyly, the expression that always made him laugh because she was anything but bashful. He paused, simply looking down at her, “What do you want Kerry?” his voice was gruff.

“You” she cooed, “All of you.”

“What do you want first?” he was teasing her, “This?” he ran a finger through her wetness causing her hips to buck against him, “or this?” he bent to run his tongue along her slit pausing to gently suck her clit.

“Tony” she pleaded, her skin suddenly ablaze, “Please…”

                He kept his head between her thighs, lifting her ass to get a better angle. She had never known anyone who could use their tongue the way Tony did, he licked her lightly from bottom to top, always lavishing a few extra seconds on her throbbing clit. He buried his slightly scruffy face in her dripping wetness, enjoying every drop of her. Then when she thought she couldn’t handle another second of his mouth, he slipped his first finger into her up to the knuckle.

“Fuck” she moaned at the intense sensations. Her sounds just spurred him on, adding a second finger and pushing both deeper into her wetness. As his mouth worshipped her clit his fingers continued their assault. Just when he felt the first flutters of her walls around his fingers he hummed, “Mmm….so good”

                She saw stars, her body writhing and pulsing beneath his hands and mouth, “Oh God…..Tony…..fuck me”

                He lifted his face to hers, her juices on his chin glistening in the moonlight, “I missed that”

“You haven’t done that since Isa was born” she quietly replied, tasting herself as she licked his lips, “That was wonderful”

“I’m not done yet” she could feel his erection pressing on her inner thigh and she ached to feel him inside her, stretching her, hitting that perfect spot like only he could. They locked eyes, her bracing her hands on his flexed biceps, him running the red, purple head of his cock through the wetness dripping from her.

                Kerry gasped as he slid into her, the stirring in her belly quickly returning. He leaned to kiss her, careful not to put his whole weight on her. His hands ran underneath her back and into the back of her hair, gripping the curls at the nape of her neck. Her throat now exposed, he ran his tongue along her collarbone and into the hollow of her neck, then suckled her earlobe.

“So tight” he breathed into her ear, raising goose bumps across her flesh, “Do you like that?”

“Yes” it came out as a whimper, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him harder against her.

                The feeling of her wrapped around him caused his head to spin slightly and he pushed deeper and deeper into her, curls damp with effort.

“Tell me Kerry” his breath was hot on her neck, “Tell me you like it…”

                A shiver ran down her spine, “Tony….” she could barely form words, “I like it….love it when you fuck me….” Every word felt punctuated by his thrusts.

                He sat back against the seat, pulling her onto his lap and joining them again. These days he loved her on top of him, how deep he felt, the access to her entire body, her engorged breasts moving in front of him. Her skin was hot against his and the mingled moisture of their joining seeped down his thighs.

“You’re so wet” he grinned up at his wife bobbing and grinding above him. He gripped her back and shoulders hard, wanting to control their pace while touching every inch of skin exposed. His fingers felt as though they were bruising her flesh and that coupled with the sweet agony of him filling her made her swoon.

“Don’t stop…please…..I’m so close…..Tony….I….” as she said his name his thumb found her clit and she unraveled before him, writhing and buckling atop him. Her head fell to his shoulder as he continued to thrust into her.

“Oh Baby….I’m gonna…..” came a hiss through gritted teeth.

“I want your seed inside me Tony” she whispered sweetly in his ear and that was his undoing. A grunt of her name and he spilled deep inside her, his head falling back in exhaustion.

                They sat in the cool ocean air, the moonlight sparkling on the water, their breathing returning to normal, their bodies huddled together. They peppered kisses over every surface of one another’s body, fingers tracing exhausted muscles and damp flesh. Her shoulder tasted salty and his lips still tasted vaguely of her essence. She nibbled the edge of his earlobe then trailed a path with her tongue to his mouth, where she pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips.

                She tasted like sex, pure, primal, salty, and sweet. She would always be his greatest weakness though he prayed their days as secret spouses were numbered. He watched daily as their lives were debated online and, worse, the life of his youngest daughter. He loved her and had poured over baby name books with Kerry late into the night to choose the perfect name. Her eyes were identical to his and she had a stubborn curl that constantly adorned her forehead. Yet the world thought that someone else was her father and that killed a little piece of him each day the lie was perpetuated.

“What are you thinking?” she asked between kisses to his warm lips.

“About Isa….” His voice trailed off. They had rehashed his concerns hundreds of times and the outcome was always the same, Kerry with hurt feelings, Tony feeling foolish, and Isa still connected to that man.

“Tony…” he heard the hurt in her voice but this time he vowed it would be different.

“No, we’re not going to discuss it tonight” he stated with finality, “We are not going to ruin how perfect this is with doubt and worry. I love you and I love Isa. That’s all that matters in this world. I just look forward to the day I get to brag about my wife and baby girl all over twitter.”

                She smiled at him, pressing her lips demandingly to his, “We have a sit down with Oprah in two days” he could barely make out her words between kisses.

“What?” he pulled back to look into her face.

“I can’t do this anymore. I won’t. So we’re going to fix it” it was her turn to be self-assured, “We’re going to live our lives to hell with what anyone says.”

“Language Mrs. Goldwyn” his voice was a seductive baritone.

“I love you” she kissed him again.

“Show me….” He tempted as a sly smile spread across her lips.

“With pleasure” then he was on his back and watching his cock disappear between her hot, supple, lips. He had never really been fond of oral sex, a fact that made no sense to his friends when he mentioned it. He made up excuses about wanting to please the woman he was with and liking to give more than receive but the truth was, he had never met a woman like Kerry. The way her tongue swirled around him and her fingertips toyed with his sack, nails scraping lightly. How deep she could take his impressive length and that little hum she did when she wanted him to come in her mouth. She controlled his body, he was defenseless as her mouth waged its relentless assault. Words escaped him and the entire world blurred as he spiraled faster and faster, higher and higher towards his climax. Then came the hum and the words she always used, “I want your cum in my mouth Baby” and he was gone, coating her throat with his juices.

                He pulled her lips to meet his, forcing his tongue into her mouth, “I can taste myself…”

“That was….”

“Hot….”

“Hot….”

“I love you” he breathed against her lips

“I love you” she replied grinding herself against him and running her tongue along the seam of his lips.

Terry - Perfume

                She turned to look at the clock again, sure barely a minute had passed. It read 4:12 AM, an entire two minutes since she’d last checked. These mornings always started this way. Kerry would awaken in a cold sweat, unable to remember her dreams, then toss and turn until he finally convinced her to shower and dress for the day.

Only 45 more minutes she thought. She tried closing her eyes but she couldn’t settle her mind. She sighed deeply and studied the diamond she wore on her left hand. She knew that soon she would take it off and tuck it safely back into her jewelry box. Tony always wore his ring to the set, not taking it off until he absolutely had to. That should have been a comfort but on days like today that wasn’t enough.

“Good morning” his voice was still heavy with sleep as he snuggled closely against her back, snaking his arm around her waist and placing a light kiss on the back of her shoulder.

“Hi” she tried to sound chipper, running her hand along his strong forearm. She tried to focus on the firmness pressed against her backside. It was times like this she was so very happy he slept naked.

“How long have you been awake?” she hadn’t fooled him.

“Not long….”

                He turned her to face him, their noses nearly touching, “You have nothing to worry about” his lips glided over hers, “I love you” his hands skimmed her sides, coming to rest on the arch of her hip, “it’s just acting.”

“I know” she knew her fears were irrational but that didn’t quell the gnawing she felt deep in her gut.

                There hadn’t been many morning like this but he knew what to expect. Kerry would awaken early, restless from a dream she either didn’t remember or simply refused to tell him about. He would ask her what was bothering her but she never said the words, then they would shower and head to work. He knew she hated the days he shot love scenes with Bellamy though she refused to allow the words to cross her lips.

“We should shower” he traced her petite jaw with his finger, the feel of her soft skin causing a surge of heat.

“Not yet” her eyes were closed as she savored their contact.

                She allowed her leg to venture along his until her knee rested on his hip, “Do you feel that?” her voice took on a seductive quality as she opened her eyes to look deep into his.

“Yes” the power of their eye contact and her body nearly wrapped around him caused his words to falter.

“What do you feel?” she looked both serious and timid.

“Perfection” his hand started at the top of her foot, “soft” his fingers floated to her calf, “graceful”, palm meeting thigh, “feminine”, her breath caught when both of his hands slid to her backside, “captivating” her skin blazed beneath his hands, “possessing” he gripped her back, “delicious” he touched his lips lightly to hers, “mine” his tongue pressed into her mouth, “my sensual, perfect, naughty wife.” He lavished open mouth kisses along the curve of her neck.

“Tony…” all fear and insecurity had fallen away. She knotted her fingers in his haphazard curls, tugging gently.

                His tongue ventured down her sternum and between her breasts where he let his hands traverse the soft peaks, sliding each pert nipple between his fingers. His teeth nipped a trail beneath each breast eliciting mews of pain and pleasure. She knew he was leaving marks but each bite increased the heat between her thighs and the last thing she wanted was for him to stop.

“Delectable” his breath caused every nerve ending to prickle.

                Her eyes were heavy with desire and she couldn’t think of anything but his hands hard on her thighs and his mouth etching her flesh. Words refused to come so she settled for tugging on his curls. He groaned in response, the reverberations coursing straight to her core.

                Tony slid himself along her body until he was again looking into her stormy mocha eyes, “I love you” he whispered against her lips.

“Show me” her look was unapologetic as she heard his breath catch and felt his heart rate increase.

                She couldn’t decipher the order but somehow her panties were torn and her nightie was pulled over her head leaving her bare, exposed to his eyes and hands. He paused to drink her in then his lips met hers and his hands pressed her hard into the mattress. The weight of him pinning her down was nearly enough to cause her to unravel. Her nails raked along the muscles of his back leaving deep red welts in their wake. He sampled the skin of her neck and she suckled his ears watching them blush and feeling them burn.

                He paused to gaze down at her, panting beneath him, lips swollen and red, skin dewy, before sliding into her. Every muscle in his arms tensed as he braced himself against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. She reached up to kiss him, missing his lips and landing a sloppy kiss to his jaw. Her hands sought out every part of him, gripping his waist, his shoulders, his hips, nails digging into his back, his neck, his ass. He watched the pleasure on her face with each stroke, feeling himself hurtling towards the edge.

“Harder” she demanded, capturing the skin at the base of his neck between her teeth. He inhaled sharply in response to the pain, her tongue soothing the sting. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, snaking one of her thin legs around his waist, her heel digging into his ass.

                He increased his pace, forcing himself deeper into her heat. His arms quaked, each contact with her spot bringing both of them closer to the abyss. She wrapped her other leg around his waist, pulling his full weight against her. Her rock hard nipples dragged against his chest, electricity winding from the pit of her stomach through her fingers and into his skin. He would swear the simple touch of her hands was leaving burns.

“Faster” she said a little louder, throwing her head back. He suckled her neck leaving marks of his own then gripped her shoulders to gain more leverage.

“Kerry…..” he panted, his large hand gripping her neck and jaw, “Kerry” this time louder, her skin blanching beneath his fingers.

“Oh God…..Tony…..” she loved when he held her like that, “don’t stop” his fingers pressed harder into her flesh, “harder”

                His right hand gripped her shoulder as his left stayed at her neck. He drove into her harder and faster, stroke after stroke until he felt her walls grip his hardness and her body begin to tremble beneath his hands.

“Tony…Tony…fuck” came her strangled cry. The sound of his name on her lips, in that tone, with her unraveling against him brought him spilling into her with a grunt and sigh of her name.

                He scattered small kisses over the slightly red finger marks on her jaw while she skimmed her fingers over the marks she’d left on his body.  

“How was that?” he smirked as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“Okay” she grinned, trailing her fingertip lightly over the teeth marks on his collarbone.

“Okay? Okay??” he was incredulous and pulled her roughly against him.

                She giggled as his hands tortured her and his lips hastily found hers. They tangled their hands in each other’s hair and traded playful kisses, peals of laughter erupting.

“I love you” she whispered into his neck when they were finally relaxing against one another.

                His hand lightly traced her spine and he lazily placed kisses on her temple, “I love you” came his murmured response.

X-X

                Tony handed her a towel as she stepped from the shower. She admired his physique as she pulled the cloth through her hair, standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist, scattered droplets of water clinging to his chest, curls still damp, he was the picture of perfection.  Instinctively she reached to touch his chest, his hands pulling her closer.

“We don’t have time…” he breathed against her ear, their chests pressed together.

“I know” she whispered, pulling back and stepping to the vanity. She finished drying herself and spritzed perfume over her damp skin. He pressed behind her, trailing kisses down her neck, inhaling her scent.

                Kerry stepped from his arms again, walking to her lingerie chest and removing a bra and panty set he thought she reserved for their date nights.

“Why did you pick those?” he asked.

                She shrugged and pulled the mauve satin over her caramel skin. He absentmindedly licked his lips thinking of the first time she had worn them. It was when they were first together. They had taken a long weekend at her beach house. Until that weekend they had only stolen moments, minutes, hours together, never spending days and nights. It had been risky to disappear for three days but she insisted it was what they needed. As anxious as he had been it was the best weekend of his life. He lost count of the number of times they had made love but it would be forever ingrained in his memory when he first removed her clothes and found the sexy, lacy underwear she now wore.

“Do you need help with that?” she teased, taking a step towards him and reaching for the bulge in his boxers.

“Kerry….” Her scent and that bra, he was certain she was trying to kill him.

“We could do it just once…..really quick….” She flirted, her fingers lagging a lazy path through the sparse curls on his chest.

                He grunted in response and lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around him, wetness soaking through her panties and dragging along his abdomen. He laid her gingerly on the bed but she quickly turned them so she was straddling him. She kissed his neck, his ears, his jaw, pulling her chest against his, mixing his body wash and her perfume. He grabbed at her panties, hoisting her hips up along his chest and towards his face. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her and he wasted no time pushing her panties to the side to bury his face in her center. His tongue lashed at her core, running along her slit, pressing into her, taunting her bundle of nerves. She gripped his curls, the sheets, the headboard, sure his mouth would be the death of her. He hummed against her clit, sucking and licking at an uncompromising pace. She ground herself against him, her husband worshipping her body.

“Yes….oh God……Tony” his hands groped at her breasts just as her release brought her juices running hot against his tongue.

                She slid herself back down his body, her wetness spreading along his chest. He lifted his hips to allow her to remove his boxers, her hand stroking his length as it sprung free. She straddled him again, smirking before pushing her now soaked panties to the side and sliding down over him. He sat up to pull her closer, needed their bodies connected, hands gripping tight as they sprinted toward a shared climax. She dug her nails into his biceps, one of the few places she hadn’t earlier left her mark, he sucked her neck, drinking in the sweet flavor of her flesh.

“Fuck….” He panted, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Come with me Baby” she purred against his crimson ear.

“Yes….yes…..Kerry” he groaned through gritted teeth and his hot seed coated her walls. 

                He took several deep breaths, kissing her chest and neck, then glancing at his watch, “we’re going to be late.”

“Ok” she whispered, climbing from his lap and pulling on her jeans and sweater.

“You’re going to leave them on?” he choked in reference to her underwear.

“I want you to know I have them on” a devilish grin danced on her lips and she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, then whispered in his ear, “All wet for you.”

                He swallowed hard, “I don’t even have time to shower again”

“I don’t want you to” her breath on his ear caused his cock to twitch and he smiled at her ability to arouse him, anywhere, anytime.

                She leaned her face into his neck, smiling to herself at his smell, body wash, sweat, sex, and her perfume. They finished dressing then rushed out the door to head to work.

X-X

“Jesus, what happened to you?” Bellamy asked as Tony removed his shirt for their scene. The makeup artists had done their best to cover the scratches and teeth marks but they still shone faintly. He blushed, trying to think of the appropriate answer.

“Have a great scene, Sweetheart” Kerry smiled, stepping to his side, saving him from having to explain the marks to Bellamy.

“Thanks” he smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss. Kerry held his lips to hers, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth, feeling his grip tighten on her waist. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, an involuntary groan before his hands found her ass. She gripped his neck then dragged her nails along his scalp before moving her lips to his ear, “You smell like sex”

“MmmHmmm” he returned into her neck, “and your perfume…..I can smell you all over me.”

                She stepped back and smirked in Bellamy’s direction, “Have a great scene” she saw Bellamy peek at Tony and smile, “I’ll be right over here” she added. She sat perched in a chair watching their scene, smiling each time he winced at contact with his scratches and reveling in the fact that she was all over him, her soap, her perfume, the scents that were all her. Her smile turned into a full fledge giggle when she watched Tony and Bellamy kiss knowing that his lips tasted like her.  She loved that she was all over him, she had marked her territory, she hoped Bellamy could smell her perfume.

Terry - Temptation

                She leaned into the passenger seat to retrieve the bottle of wine she had brought. His eyes instinctively ventured to the sliver of skin exposed when the hem of her sweater lifted slightly. He licked his lips unthinkingly as he remembered his hands on that same flesh several nights earlier. How much he had longed to touch her, how his hands trembled slightly with the first contact with her bare skin, how the feeling of her beneath his hands was a million times better than he could ever have imagined.

                From the moment he first saw her he was smitten. They had shared a smile that first night across a room full of people who suddenly vanished when his eyes met hers. And then the night he first spoke to her, another event with far too many people thinking they were far too important. His shirt collar was itchy and he had wanted to leave hours earlier but Anna was having fun and he felt like he owed her for dragging her to so many events. He had walked to the bar for a drink, downing it in a single gulp in order to face another hour of pressing the flesh. When he had finally worked up the courage to return to the throng of people he slipped the bartender a tip and took a step towards the center of the room bumping into someone in the process.

“I’m sorry” he apologized, catching her arm.

“No, it’s my fault I wasn’t watching where I was go…” she lost her words when her brown eyes met his blue. She noticed the heat emanating from where his hand held her arm and the little flecks of grey in his eyes.

                He stared, lost in the chestnut eyes he had only previously seen from across the room, “I’m Tony” he managed to gather himself enough to speak.

“Kerry” she replied offering her hand and nearly fainting at the sensation when he took it in his. She found herself moving closer to him and hoping he didn’t let go of her hand.

“Nice to meet you Kerry” his lopsided grin made her knees weak, “Do you have a last name?”

“Washington” she blushed, their legs brushing against one another.

“I’ll remember that” his thumb ghosted over her knuckles causing the room to spin.

                After that night he vowed to do everything in his power to spend more time with the captivating, enigmatic woman with the soulful eyes.

“What?” she had retrieved the wine and now looked up at him quizzically.

                Tony cleared his throat, again focusing on her, “Shall we?” he caught her hand and they took several steps before she pulled him to a stop. He faced her, searching her countenance for a sign of what was bothering her.

                Kerry looked down at their fingers knitted together, wishing their relationship could be as simple as the intertwining of fingers and his hands touching her body as they did days earlier. She wanted to walk into the party holding his hand and snuggle close to him and whisper in his ear and kiss his lips, quickly, slowly, innocently, deeply.

“What’s wrong?” his free hand touched her cheek, his thumb lightly caressing her skin.

“Nothing” she lied barely raising her eyes to his.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again, this time a deep furrow shown on his brow.

“I hate that this has to be a secret……us” her voice was nearly inaudible but that did nothing to lessen the impact of her words. He immediately flashed back to several weeks before when they had found themselves alone and let their feelings get the best of them.

                From the night they first spoke they began to find every opportunity to spend together. Suddenly they were championing the same causes and attending the same parties, always finding a few minutes to steal away together. To the uninformed observer good friends, but lately they had been taking more chances, meeting in more public places. Every part of her calling to every part of him, every minute with her making him crave five more.

                They had managed to be seated at the same table during an awards dinner, Tony maneuvering place cards so she was sitting next to him. During dinner they talked closely, their thighs gently touching, hands brushing together. Tony barely paid attention to the winners being announced, more interested in Kerry, the way she sampled her dessert, the cool metal of the spoon sliding through her lips.

“What?” she blushed when she noticed him looking at her intently.

“Nothing” he smiled, quickly averting his gaze.

“Did you want a taste?” her voice held a measure of desire as she offered him the spoon with the crème brulee. He leaned closer, taking the spoon in his mouth, the creamy dessert melting on his tongue.

“Delicious” he breathed, though in that moment he wasn’t sure whether he was referring to the crème brulee or the lips he couldn’t drag his eyes away from. They were so close, close enough for him to feel her breath and smell her perfume.

                She felt his breath on her hand as he took the spoon in his mouth. She watched his eyes dance, wondering if he sensed the electricity between them. She licked her lips, wishing she could work up the nerve to touch her lips to his.

“You have a little something….” She giggled, reaching her finger to touch the corner of his mouth, wiping away an imaginary bead of custard.  The touch of her finger sent heat pulsing through him causing a tightening in his pants. Looking around the table, noticing everyone else focused on the emcee, he caught her wrist, pulling her finger between his lips, sucking gently.

                She felt the heat of his mouth surge through her, winding through her belly, down to her toes, and concentrating at the growing wetness between her thighs. She quickly pulled her hand back, a relieved whimper as his warm mouth left her flesh.

                That taste did him in, at that moment he knew he wanted, needed more. He prayed his lopsided grin didn’t betray his less than pure thoughts as the rest of the evening passed quickly amid comfortable conversation, gentle caresses, and lilting laughter.

“How about a nightcap?” he asked as they walked out into the spring air, the back of his fingers grazing hers.

“I’d like that” her cheeks pinked as he stood aside for her to slide into the backseat of the waiting car.

                They rode for quite a few minutes in silence, their hands barely touching as they lay in the space between them. He glanced in her direction several times, trying to catch her gaze. She felt the heat of his stare, suddenly conscious of the ebb and flow of her breath and the brush of his hand against hers. She slid almost imperceptibly closer to him, their knees grazing. His body prickled at the contact and he moved ever closer, their hands now resting on their joined thighs.

                He lifted his left hand to brush his fingers along her cheek, tucking one of her perfect curls behind her ear. There she was, a matter of inches away, perfect neck exposed to him, lips glistening. Before he could think further she turned, her brown eyes gazing into his deep blue orbs.

“Tony…” she glanced at his lips then back to his eyes.

“Kerry…” like a song from deep within him. Neither was sure who moved first but suddenly their lips met, tentatively at first, each sampling the other, memorizing each contour. His large hand cradled her face as he deepened the kiss, easing his tongue past her lips.

                The sensation of his tongue passing her lips brought her hand to run through his curls, holding his mouth against hers. She sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth, a deep growl rising from him. She had waited months for this moment, kissing him, losing herself in his arms, his lips, his scent. Then his lips were on her neck and her jaw, sampling the skin, silently comparing the taste of her mouth, her ear, her neck.

                He couldn’t believe he was kissing her, tasting her lips, touching her face. She tasted like custard and wine, desire and passion, like nothing he’d ever experienced before nor likely ever would again. The strain in his pants was insufferable, seemingly connected directly to every point on his body she made contact with.

                They had parted that night, having kissed for long minutes, with a promise to discuss their situation and make a plan. All he knew was that he wouldn’t last long without tasting her again.

“How about we talk about things after dinner” he offered taking her hand as he rang the doorbell.

“Kerry, Tony,” smiled Jeff opening the door, “Come in, dinner is just about ready.”

                Tony and Jeff shook hands then Jeff turned to hug Kerry.

“For you” she smiled offering the bottle of wine.

“Great, thanks” he enthused, accepting the bottle and leading them in the direction of the kitchen.

They talked with the other dinner guests, trading secret smiles and brief gazes between them. When dinner was served Tony rushed to pull out her chair then slid his chair close to hers, close enough for their thighs to touch beneath the table. During the meal hands skimmed over thighs and fingers intertwined briefly, their bodies speaking the words they couldn’t say.

After what seemed like an excruciatingly long meal the group moved to the deck. Kerry smiled sweetly as Jeff handed her a glass of wine, wondering how early was too early to leave. Their arms touched as she settled back in her chair, his skin nearly scorching from the contact. She swallowed hard and crossed her legs, drawing his eye to where they disappeared beneath her impossibly short skirt. He cleared his throat and took another gulp from his wine glass, relishing the feeling of the alcohol gliding down his throat.

He stood, carrying his glass to the kitchen. When he reached the sink he heard the French doors open and close behind him, every part of his being knowing it was her. He turned just as she moved close to him, pressing her entire body along his and touching her lips lightly to his.

The contact sent his head spinning as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Take me home, Tony” she breathed between kisses and he felt his breath catch. He wasn’t sure exactly how but in a blur they had said their goodbyes and found their way to the car. He opened her door, placing a sweet kiss on her lips before gently closing it and hurrying to the driver’s side.

“Dinner was delicious” he remarked as he started the car.

“Are you nervous?” she nearly giggled, her hand tempting his thigh.

“No” he choked, mentally calculating whether her house or his was closer, needing to have her in his arms. As he put the car in gear he looked over at the petite beauty in the passenger seat, that same sliver of skin exposed, the feel of her skin under his hands several nights earlier vaulting to his mind.

They found themselves alone after a party, sitting on a couch, chatting like old friends. They had flirted, even kissed on several occasions, but this night was different. The way she touched his leg, heat snaking its way through his body, how close she was sitting, her lips pink, plump, and oh so kissable. He had planned on just another kiss, how he loved the taste of her lips, but something happened when their lips met. Her hands were in his curls and her tongue pressing into his mouth, his hands searched out the hem of her sweater, eager to feel her warm flesh. Her hands had somehow found their way beneath his shirt and the feel of her hands on his body was nothing short of bliss. He tasted her neck, her jaw, her dainty earlobes, nearly panting when her fingers then her mouth found his ear. How had she found his spot in a matter of minutes when his wife couldn’t find it in nearly thirty years?

“Tony, we can’t” she managed to whisper

                He pulled back, looking intensely into her eyes, “I know. It’s the timing….I’m married….I don’t want to put you in that position…”

“No, just not here, not like this…” the words were a mere whisper but they breathed new life into him. He hadn’t been imagining it, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He gathered her against his side, his lips against her hair, hand running along the skin of her back beneath her shirt. They sat like that for long minutes until they regretfully parted, home to their empty beds.

                The movement of her hand further up his thigh brought him back to the present, back to her coy smile, her fitted sweater, her perfect legs, her glistening lips.  She watched him drive, his grip on the steering wheel, his thigh flexing as he pressed on the gas, willing him to drive faster.

                Anxiety set in as he pulled the car into the driveway and walked briskly to open her door. His hands trembled slightly as he pushed the car door closed. He took a deep breath, unable to recall a time that the prospect of sex had ever made him so nervous. But this was different, this was his true love, the woman he’d searched for, this was perfection, this was Kerry.

                Sensing his anxiety she took his hand, intertwining their fingers, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin. He fumbled for his keys, taking another deep breath to regain his composure, then the door was unlocked and they were inside and his lips pressed to hers, all evidence of his nervousness evaporating in their kiss.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he panted between kisses.

“Sure” she reluctantly pulled back as they moved into the living room.

                He disappeared into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “Make yourself at home. Put on some music if you want.”

                She flipped through his Spotify account finally settling on a playlist he had named “Los Angeles” and pressed play. He returned with two glasses of wine, taking a seat next to her as the music began to play. She took several sips of her wine then set the glass down, turning to angle her body towards his, her fingers teasing the buttons on the front of his shirt. His eyes slid closed at the sensation of her dainty hand on his chest. She smiled at the obvious effect she had upon him, licking her lips as she moved her mouth closer to his ear.

                He felt her breath along his neck then her teeth graze his ear and the most seductive tone leave her lips, “Let’s go to bed”

                Every inch of his body bristled at attention, his breathing increasing, his hand sliding to her lower back beneath her sweater. They stood and he led her up the stairs to his bedroom, watching her kick off one shoe then the other as she neared the bed. She turned to face him, her fingers in his belt loops pulling him towards her.

                He looked down at the petite beauty before him, breathing quickly, cheeks flushed, pulling her bottom lips between her teeth. He reached for her sweater, pulling it easily over her head and tossing it aside, gasping as her perfect body was revealed to him.

                She grinned, unbuttoning his shirt and running her palms along his muscular chest, “You like?”

“I love” he growled reaching for the zipper on her skirt, allowing it to float down her thighs into a heap at her feet. She nimbly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, watching them join her skirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing he was nearing the point of no return, praying she wouldn’t change her mind.

                She nodded, “I’m pos….” before she could get the words out of her mouth he was kissing her, deeply, desperately, deliciously.

                He lifted her onto the bed, sliding his boxers down his thighs before climbing next to her. Their lips melded together, tongues exploring, acquainting themselves with every inch of the other’s mouth. She took his hand, guiding it to her satin covered wetness, feeling his erection press against her side as his fingers ventured through her folds.

“Tony” a soft moan resonated from her and she gripped his length, stroking gently at first then picking up her pace.

“Jesus Kerry” he panted against the curve of her neck pushing her panties down her legs and off the bed. He used his free hand to unhook her bra then slid it down her arms, inhaling sharply when her breasts fell free.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon when she was fully clothed, but naked and vulnerable in front of him, she was simply exquisite. He sat back on his heels, taking in her beauty as she looked up at him.

“What’s the matter?” she panted when he seemed to have stopped. Had he changed his mind? Maybe he didn’t want her the way she wanted him. She shivered, suddenly growing chilly.

“Not a thing” his voice warmed her immediately as he scooted her up to the pillows and moved over her, “I just can’t believe how lucky I am”

                She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes and quickly pulled his mouth down to hers, releasing every emotion into his mouth and deep into his soul. A near growl moved through him and thundered against her neck as he tentatively pushed into her.

“Oh Tony” her head thrown back in passion, he couldn’t resist the urge to devour the exposed skin of her neck as the song coming through the Crutchfield speakers changed.

If it were the real me and you

This wouldn’t be the right thing to do

Now the room is so hazy, we’re too lost in the fumes

                His hands moved along her sides, wanting to feel every inch of her, along her arms, then intertwining their fingers above her head. She braced herself, gripping his hands as he slid further into her, stilling for a moment until they were both accustomed to the fit.

I feel like it’s just me and you

Yeah we got nothing to lose

It’s too late to run away from it all

It’s too late to get away from it all

I’m done with running so I give in to you

                He took a deep breath, swallowing hard, as the feeling of her gripping him threatened to make him lose control. When he looked down into her face her eyes were dark with sparkling gold flecks, willing, waiting, expectant. He moved his mouth to touch hers as he stroked slowly in and out of her, tongues dancing together, their pace quickening, hands gripping one another.

                When he released her hands they flew to his curls, gripping, pulling, scraping his scalp. His hands cupped her breasts, running her taught nipples through his fingers, then down to her ass where he steadied her for his increased pace.

“You’re so gorgeous” he panted between kisses on her jaw, her fingers rubbing his ears, forcing him to concentrate on each deliberate stroke.

Oh you take me to nirvana

I don’t think this will last

But you’re here in my arms

                She marveled at the feeling of his weight upon her, centering her, making her feel every part of him as he possessed her. Between kisses they looked into one another’s eyes, almost a more intimate experience than what was occurring between their bodies. She gripped his shoulders, dragged her nails down his back, needing him closer, never wanting the pleasure to end.

“Faster” she whispered against his reddened ear and felt him shiver with desire as he increased his pace. Longer, deeper, faster he stroked feeling himself hurtling towards oblivion, concentrating on the freckle on her collarbone and the red mark he’d left on her neck.

We’re in this together, we don’t know who we are

Even if it’s moving too fast

Baby we should take it too far

                She wrapped her legs around him, needing him deeper, her hands steadying his face above hers. She watched intently as he moved above her, not noticing the movement of his hand until his fingers met her bundle of nerves, branding his name. She felt her eyes sliding closed.

“Look at me Kerry” his voice was gruff and her eyes flew open in obedience, the sparks of pleasure singeing every nerve. He moved faster and faster, a tortuous assault on her body, until she didn’t think she could bear another second then with one final flick of his hand she tumbled over the edge with a cry of his name.

“Beautiful” he whispered against her lips, kissing her, eyes open, hands playing in her curls. She ground her hips against him, rising up to meet his strokes, sensing he was close. 

Oh you take me to nirvana

I don’t think this will last

But you’re here in my arms

                She pulled his ear to her mouth, running her tongue along his earlobe then biting lightly, “Cum for me Tony”. She barely finished the sentence before he came hard, spilling into her, breathing her name.

                They lay together, hands moving over damp skin, he kissed her eyelids and her temple, she stroked his ears and tangled her fingers in his curls. If she had to guess this was as close to perfection as life would ever get.

                She shivered, the cool air coming through the window chilling her moist dewy skin. He shifted to pull the covers over them and pulled her closer against him. She traced the muscles of his abdomen with her finger as they looked into one another’s eyes.

“I am the luckiest man on the planet” he whispered.

                She smiled shyly and buried her head in his chest, placing light kisses there, “I love you” she breathed against his skin.