The Devil of Pleasure

Chapter 2

I could not help but thin while lying on his chest, whether this was real or a dream. How could a man know me so well within such short a time? It is like he sensed what my senses needed and was there to satisfy every inch of the desire. The thoughts slowly shifted to what I had been avoiding the whole time as we were intertwined in an eternal moment of lovemaking. The danger I sometimes felt, the uncertainty that came with Him. I struggled to push the thought away as my arm twirled his Chest hairs, listening as his heartbeat try to find mine in rhythm. My body had barely recovered with residual spasms of the earth-shattering orgasm I just had.

The thoughts again, who is this man, or what is he? I had spent years lonely inside, not that I had not had some encounters, but this was...different. Anthony knew what to say, what to do, when to do it and how to do it. It was like he read my mind. It was like we had met in another lifetime and spent it together. It sometimes felt like we had reunited from a past that had held us far apart. I smiled at the thought and frowned. "Are you okay?"." Hmmm, I'm good, more than fine" I replied, my hand feeling for his chin. What was this war inside my mind? I was supposed to be entirely happy but could not shake the feeling that Anthony had more to himself. He did not talk much, was a man of many accomplishments and simple. I would be forgiven to say that he was an Angel. My body worshipped him and his which I could not deny. I had learned over a series of heartbreaks and situations to be intuitive, and I knew ignoring the alarms at the back of my mind would lead me to trouble. How can a man so right have any possible flaw?

The danger I felt was not natural. I was deeper, something to do with my inner self. I was not afraid that I would be cheated on or that Anthony would find someone better but that I would lose myself. I was fearful of the level of desire I had for the man. I was afraid of the way my body lost control whenever he brushed his hand against me. I felt possessed but was loving every second of it. I brushed the thought away again as Anthony wrapped his leg over mine causing tingles to run through my spine. I turned over, and the man filled my void buy wrapping his arm around my waist cupping one of my breasts. It felt right yet surreal.

Maybe I was just paranoid from such a rough past when it comes to men. Perhaps I was too wounded to appreciate the fact that I had found a soulmate. This is what it meant to have a soul mate. Someone that connected your soul...or took it as you did so His. Even with these happy thoughts, I could not get over the fact that I had given him all in just three dates. That he had ownership of something, I was too guarded about over a long time. That was it! I felt owned, taken over, loved and pleasure was my opium. The pleasure was incomparable to anything. I even forgot that I was hungry and at that moment I wanted nothing more than Anthony. I did not care whether the world ended and we were caught up in this everlasting embrace. I did not care for the rough week I had at work or anything anyone thought. I was caught up in the drug and Anthony was my peddler! I was suddenly stirred back to my resent self as I felt Anthony's hand start to move curiously over by breast pinching my nipples. His touch ignited a fire that I thought had just gone down. Who is this guy?

It found my other breast, and I realized for a moment that I was not breathing. What was this pleasure? How did his every touch undo me in seconds? How did He know how and when to do everything He did. He then motioned to my ear, licked it and whispered think we should get something to eat". I did not care for food or anything for that matter. I was already breathing erratically, and he knew he had me where he wanted. My mind was caught between wary thoughts and wanderlust, a position I had never been in before. I loved the danger and pleasure I felt at the same time. I prayed inwardly that the night would never end. I prayed that I wouldn't have to know anything more about him that would break what I was feeling at that moment. At that moment I realized that I was putting pleasure before anything else and realized I was hooked on Him. His strong arms turned me over, and my eyes looked straight into his in the semi-dark room. There was a fire, a wanton, a wary grin that seemed to warn me for what was to come...