“Brett, stop it,” Antonia gasped, holding up the front of her costume.
He didn’t listen to her, he just spun her around and started taking the pins out of her hair that held it all in place on top of her head. Her hands were ineffectual at stopping him. After a moment, he stopped and looked at her. That’s when it hit him. She was standing there, looking sexier than any woman had a right to look, holding the front of her cat costume to her chest, her tail over one arm to keep it away from her legs and her gloves sliding down her arms.
Antonia saw the change in his eyes and she backed away from him, more frightened of the desire than of the anger of a moment before.
“Stay away from me,” she said, pulling the satin costume tighter to her chest.
“You don’t really want me to stay away,” he said with a husky voice.
Antonia could feel the stirrings in her body from his hands on her back when he’d unzipped her costume. But she wouldn’t admit it to him. “Brett, please, just leave me alone,” she pleaded softly.
“I wish I could,” he said and put his hands on her waist. “But you’re driving me crazy.” he said and picked her up to carry her to her bedroom. “You ruin my sleep, I miss meetings because I’m with you, and even those I’m in, I don’t know what anyone’s saying because I can’t get you out of my head,” he said as he laid her on top of the quilt he remembered so well from the last time he was in her bedroom.
Those were the last words she heard before his head bent and took her mouth with his. Antonia’s hands had been holding up the front of her costume. But she forgot about holding it at the first touch of his mouth against hers. She lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck, glorying in the feel of his lips.
The phone rang at that moment and Brett lifted it up. “She’ll call you back tomorrow,” he said and hung up the phone.
Antonia was lost in a sea of passion. Brett pushed her costume down and it fell silently to the floor. His hands held her breasts, loving the way they fit in his palms. He rubbed each nipple with a thumb, her cries of delight only inflamed his passion. Pushing her back onto the bed, he pulled her stockings off, glad that they weren’t thigh highs this time. The sheerness of the present stockings drove him crazy enough.
He was delighted that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the costume was form fitting enough to provide the needed support. But he saw the red lines along her stomach where the wire of her costume made imprints on her skin and he kissed them, easing the pressure.
Antonia didn’t know what to do. She was mindless with the pleasure his hands were making her feel. She grabbed his head when he moved lower, easing him up so she could kiss him again. She wanted him so much she was in pain.
Brett kissed her while he tore off his shirt, wanting to feel her hands on his skin. Several buttons popped off before he was able to throw it and his tie to the floor. Once he was free of his shirt, he took her hands and placed them on his chest, instinctively knowing she’d be too shy to do it herself.
But as soon as he gave her permission to touch him, she couldn’t stop. Her hands moved everywhere, watching the play of muscles along his shoulders and arms, along his stomach where the ridges disappeared beneath his belt.
“Please,” she said, looking into his eyes.
Brett pushed against the bed to stand up and discarded his pants, then joined her on the mattress again. As soon as their bodies entwined, he knew he wouldn’t’ be able to take her hands touching him much longer. So he took each of her hands and captured them gently over her head.
Antonia writhed beneath him. He was kissing her everywhere. She wanted to touch him just as he was doing to her, but he wouldn’t let her. She closed her eyes, hoping to block out the pain and pleasure he was producing by his simple touch, but she couldn’t.
“Please,” she cried, tears slipping down the side of her face. “I can’t take much more, Brett.”
Brett, more than ready for her, came over her and spread her legs, shaking his head to get control. But then he looked down at her gorgeous body. And the thought came to him that she was finally his.
He entered her slowly, gently. But she didn’t want that. She increased the tempo, needing all of him.
Almost instantly, Antonia felt an orgasm sweep over her. She’d never experienced this before and her eyes, wide with fear and confusion, looked up into his.
“Go with it, let it happen,” Brett said, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Antonia couldn’t help it, she slipped over the edge into paradise, moaning in pleasure as wave after wave hit her, arching her body.
Antonia wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to hang on to the only thing in her universe. And that simple act sent Brett over the edge to his own climax.
Collapsing on top of her, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Pulling her on top of him so he didn’t crush her, Brett pulled her head down to his chest, trying to catch his breath.
Antonia moved slightly, trying to see his face. He pushed her hair back as she lifted her head up. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Antonia laughed. “For what?” she asked.
“I wanted our first time together to be slow and wonderful. Not over with so quickly.”
Antonia laughed again, propping her head up on his chest. “I thought that was pretty wonderful. I’m sorry you were disappointed.”
Brett couldn’t let her get away with that. He rolled her over so she was beneath him again. Kissing her on the neck, he laughed, “I know you’re not laughing at me,” he said, one hand cupping her breast.
Brett looked up when she gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at him again. “Hmm. That’s interesting,” he said, and the whirlwind started again for both of them.
Antonia heard the pounding at the door, but ignored it, assuming that someone must be moving into an apartment down the hall and their furniture was hitting her door. No one would dare pound on her door at this hour of the morning, she thought.
But Brett noticed it as well. Disentangling himself from her arms and legs, he pulled on his slacks from the night before, then padded barefoot to the door to get rid of whomever was there, intending to go back and make love to Antonia again before he went into the office, smiling at the thought.
He didn’t bother to look through the peep hole, but opened it and tried to focus on whoever was banging on the door.