"Tony, do it. Please… please. I can't take it anymore."
Then all of a sudden, he's filling me up, stretching me impossibly wide and everything goes hot and red and deeply intense when he plunges deep inside me and his cock hits something in me that makes me jackknife and swear and my vision cloud over.
"Fuck, Libby, you're so tight."
His voice is awed, like he can hardly believe it. I sure can't believe how good he feels. No one ever told me it would be like this.
I have to kiss him again, but then Tony's thrusting into me, making me gasp every time he strikes in as deep as he can. There has to be a whole handful of his huge cock that won't even make it inside, but Tony doesn't seem to notice.
I shudder, at the point of nearly speaking tongues when he draws nearly all the way out of me so slowly I can feel every millimeter slide impossibly slowly out of my desperate, aching pussy, and then he thrusts back in, filling me up hard and fast enough to take my breath away before I can even really feel the loss.
I'm a mess, and it's all because of him. One giant web of sensitized nerve endings and he's the only one who can fuse me back together.
When he picks up the pace I'm more than ready, and it isn't long before he's pounding me into the couch. I'm moaning with every thrust, clawing at his shoulders even though there's no strength left in my hands. The only thing I can do is lie there and take it, let myself become overwhelmed by pleasure, unable to do more than shift my hips in time with each deep thrust he takes to work himself inside me deeper.
That is definitely Tony's plan.
Right when I think I can't take any more, he arches above me, letting out a shout and my body clenches around him tight. I cry out with the pleasure of my orgasm hitting me like a mac truck, just as his cock throbs harder and he shoots his seed deep inside me, painting every inch of my walls with his seed.
I can barely catch my breath and nothing else exists apart from him and me and the couch we're lying on.
"Oh Tony. Ohmygod Tony." I can't stop saying his name, over and over again like some kind of prayer that's just been answered, until he stops my mouth with his, kissing me more deeply than I've ever been kissed before.
He's still inside me, and I never want him to leave. I could stay like this forever, with my thighs spread wide around him and too weak to move. He hums against my lips, pulling back slowly, but only enough so that I can see the grin spreading across his face.
"Libby… You're perfect. You’re mine."
CHAPTER SIX
Libby
When I wake up it takes me a minute to remember that I'm at Tony's apartment, but it doesn't take long for the aches of my naked body to remind me exactly what the pair of us got up to the night before. I stretch beneath the silky sheets, and his arm comes around me, pinning me to his perfect body and I hum out a little sigh of contentment.
This is exactly how I have dreamed of waking up, right next to the man of my dreams. And last night he made me his. I can hardly believe I'm not a virgin anymore, but there's no denying it. I feel like everything has changed and in a way, it has.
Yesterday, I wasn't just a virgin, I was a young woman without a clear direction. Today, it's like everything has fallen into place. I can see my future stretching out ahead of me so clearly. Tony by my side, and me the mother to his children. My pictures are on the wall at the local gallery. Both of us are happier than we've ever been.
Tony rolls onto his side, propping his head onto his elbow as he trails his hand down my side slow enough to make me need to bite my lip and shiver.
"Morning, gorgeous."
He leans in to kiss me and it's the best feeling in the world when he pulls my body on top of his as though I don't weigh a thing. His cock is already hard between my thighs and his eyes glint when he looks up at me. "You see what you do to me?"
I let out a purr, shifting my hips against him as my pussy thrums at the contact with the bare skin of his impossibly hard cock. After last night I can't get enough of him and my body is still ready for him to slip right inside me.
"You didn't get enough last night?"
"Baby, I'm never going to get enough of you. You need to understand that right now."
I laugh, feeling my cheeks glow at the compliment. I know he means it, and it's true for me too. I never thought sex could be so good, but with him I know it's so much more than just the physical. We are made for each other, and he was made to put his seed inside me just like I was made to grow his children. Our children.
Without another word, he shifts his hips, rubbing himself against me. All the while he thumbs at my tingling clit, making me buck against his hand and lean back, full of heat and groaning for more.
He flips us over in a sweaty tangle when I'm breathless, and it only takes a few strokes before I'm shattering with pleasure, and Tony shoots his sticky load inside me, right where it feels so good.
We shower together, barely able to keep our hands to ourselves. I'm at the point where I don't think we are ever going to leave his apartment again, when Tony makes a suggestion.
"Let's go for pizza."
My smile tips my lips. Nothing fancy, I'm not so much of a fancy girl. And after all our athletics, I could go for greasy dough loaded with cheese. "Now that is a great idea."
"It is, isn't it?" Tony says, offering me his arm as we head out the door and down to get his car from the valet who parked it.
I figure he's taking me somewhere in Little Italy, but we wind up somewhere completely different. I shoot him a side look when he pulls us up outside the Willis Tower and leads me towards the entrance of the Skydeck.
"What are we doing here?"
Tony shrugs. "It's a beautiful day. I bet you'd get some great pictures up there."
I bite my lip, unwilling to tell him just how ravenous he's made me. Pizza can wait for another hour, I guess. He's taking me for a nice date, I don't want to seem ungrateful when I never thought I would even come close to spending time with him like this, just the two of us. I've never gone up to see the view, and it has to be worth it.
Every minute together makes me realize just how good we are together. Around him, I feel like I can be myself, and I love that I get to see his joking side when all too often he's showing his stern, serious side in the neighborhood. I guess because it's his job to keep the balance right and everyone protected and in line.
Tony brushes us past a sign that says the place is closed for a private booking, ducking us under a roped off barricade with a nod to a security guard minding the elevator.
"Tony!" I hiss, really not sure he should be doing this.
"Libby, relax. I know these guys."
"But the sign…"
"Don't you worry about the sign. You could do with doing some things you wanna do, instead of what you're supposed to all the time."
I let out a breath, rolling my eyes as he threads his fingers through mine, tugging me towards the elevator.
"Okay, fine." I have to admit it's kind of thrilling to sneak into a place like this.
When we get to the top, the viewing deck is entirely empty apart from us, and the view across the city takes my breath away.
"Wow. I never knew you could see so far!"
"It's a great view, huh?"
He follows me over to the window, and takes my hand again, drawing me over to one of the overhanging glass balconies.
"Uh uh. No way. I saw on the news, those things break."
"It's not gonna break, Libby. I promise you. Do you trust me?"
He holds his hand out, backing into the overhanging rectangle of glass, and I realize I'm holding my breath. He gives a little jump, landing heavily, and just like he says, nothing happens.
"Fine. But it's all on you if it shatters."
"I'll take the gamble."
He draws me in close, and one minute I'm doing my very best not to look down at the glass floor beneath our feet, relishing in Tony’s tight hold on me, and the next he's kissing me deeply. I let out a
hum, feeling myself melt against him.
When did I get so lucky? This man has to be perfect. He sure is perfect for me.
The ding of the elevator makes me pull back with a guilty little gasp, suddenly full of visions of security throwing us out. But it's not that at all. When the doors open, a delivery driver steps out, holding a couple of individual sized pizza boxes. I can tell from the boxes they're from Pequod's. That's not just any pizza.
I frown, narrowing my eyes in playful suspicion at Tony.
The last thing I would think was possible would be to get a pizza delivered up here, but then Tony's no regular guy.
He beckons the guy over, taking out his wallet and folding off a couple of bills, swapping them for the boxes.
"Tony...?"
He grins when he sees how wide my eyes are.
"What? I called in a favor. This is the best deep dish in the city."
"Tony, we're on the Skydeck! And it's supposed to be closed!"
"Yeah. For us."
"What?" I can't get over what he must have done to make this happen. It's so over the top, and I love it!
"Aw, Libby, you're telling me you don't like the view?"
I laugh at him, feeling every part of me glow with appreciation for this man who would use every contact he has ever made over all the years he's worked this city to get me everything I’ve ever wanted.
"No, Tony. You're crazy. I love the view. And that pizza is great."
"Crazy for you. That's what I'm saying. The best pizza in the city." He slides his arm around me, his hand settling on the small of my back, making my spine straighten with a tingle of anticipation that shoots right through me as he guides me to the other side of the viewing deck.
"And this right here, is the best table in the city."
I can't believe what I'm seeing. He's gotten them to set up a table for two with the perfect view over Lake Michigan.
"You get the VIP treatment everywhere you go?" I ask him, teasing just a little.
"Nah," he says, sitting down and pulling out a napkin and tucking it into his shirt collar after handing me one of the pizza boxes. "But when I'm trying to impress the woman of my dreams, I figure it can't hurt."
I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flush with heat and I lift my camera, which he suggested I bring yesterday, peering through the lens to line up the perfect shot of my perfect man on the best day of my life.
"Well, it's working." I didn't think I could fall for Tony any more than I already have, but right now he's proving me wrong. I would spend every day with him for the rest of my life right by his side in a heartbeat, if only he'd ask.
I just have to hope that he really does feel the same way too. There's no way I'm ever getting over this if he changes his mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Libby
I know I should have called Dad before I stayed over. But just as soon as we pull up to the curb outside the bakery he's through the door of the shop, glowering at the pair of us as Tony parks up.
"Where the hell have you been? What the hell have you been doing with my daughter, Tony?" Dad snaps.
Tony rounds the car and inserts himself between us, his arms folded menacingly across his chest. There aren't so many people in this district who would take that tone of voice with Tony and not expect to bring trouble down on themselves. I guess my dad's forgotten that along the way, with all the favors he's done us over the years.
"I've been showing her a good time."
"Well I was expecting her home yesterday. She had shifts I had to get covered today."
Tony grits his teeth. "I told you, she's not doing that anymore."
"No? Who the hell do you think you are telling me what she is and isn't doing?"
"Dad, calm down. Stop a minute."
"No, Libby. This guy thinks he's a big shot, huh? That he can walk in and start telling me what to do, what you want, like he knows better than your own father."
"Dad… He's right. I don't - I don't want to work here forever."
It's Dad's turn to grit his teeth, and he turns to look at me finally. "What's that on your neck?" he growls.
I flush hotly, my hand instantly going to cover the hickie that I know Tony bit into the side of my neck to brand me as his. I can't stop myself from glancing over to him, but I regret it immediately.
Dad's eyes darken. "You've been messing about with my daughter?" His voice pitches high and loud and every inch of him is vibrating with anger. I dart between the pair of them, trying to shove my dad back before he does something foolish.
Tony could turn him into a pancake on the sidewalk with barely any effort at all. My dad was not built to defend himself physically, let alone to start fights with the local mob enforcer.
"Daddy, stop. Please, Dad, listen to me-"
"Get outta the way, Libby. This wise guy needs teaching a lesson!"
He shoves me to the side and I see every muscle in Tony's body tense and his powerful fists clench, instantly prepared to defend me. Everything is about to explode right in front of me.
"Tony, please!" The last thing I want is for him to hurt my dad. Even if he doesn't understand, he's still my father.
I can't do anything but cover my mouth, watching with horror as Dad rolls up his sleeves like he thinks he's about to step into some kind of old fashioned boxing match. Tony glances to the ground, looking a lot like he thinks my Dad's about to make a fool out of himself. I don't doubt it.
"Okay," Tony says, squaring up, shaking the tension out of his limbs. "You get one hit. Right here, on the jaw."
"Fuck you, Tony."
"I'm not messing with your daughter. I want to be with her, forever. And sure, maybe I should'a told you. So, you take your hit. I won't come back at you. But any more than that, and I'm handing your sorry ass."
I hold my breath, watching as Tony beckons Dad closer, almost goading him on. I know my dad, and I know he won't like that one bit. He has enough sense to realize that Tony is stronger than him in every way, but he still glances across at me one more time, and that seems to galvanize him.
In a rush, he lunges at Tony, letting out a shout as he swipes an unruly punch. Just like he said he would, Tony stays stock still and lets it land, only turning his head as Dad's fist connects with a weak little crunch.
I winced in sympathy, mostly for my dad as Tony steps forward. His fist closes around my dad's wrist and with a solid shove he pushes him back towards the bakery.
"You got that outta your system? I damn well hope so, because you try it again and you'll be sorry. From now on, I'm looking out for Libby, and you're not getting in the way any more."
Dad's teeth grit together, but he has the sense to see that Tony isn't kidding around. I can't believe he's standing up for me like this. I can't believe he's saying all these things to my father when I've barely ever dared think them.
Dad looks to me and then to Tony, and he throws his hands up in the air. "This is what you want, Libby? After all I've done for you? Fine. You go off and have your fun. Never mind all the work I put into this place for you."
He rips his apron off, moving towards the door of our apartment and I dart after him.
"Daddy, wait. It's not like that."
"No?"
He turns around when I touch his arm and I hope he can read in my face just how much he's breaking my heart. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I should have said something years ago, but the bakery means so much to you. All I want to do is take pictures, try to be an artist. This is your dream, not mine."
He lets out a breath, nodding slowly. "Yeah. I can see that." His brows are still dark over his eyes, and he glares past me, to where Tony's standing. "And what about him?"
"I want to be with him Daddy. I know he's older than me, but no one has ever made me feel the way that he does and I-I don't want to give that up. I don't want to lose you over this. Please, can you try to understand? He makes me so happy."
Dad's shoulders sag and he nods again, looking from Tony back to me. "H
e better, that's all I'm saying. Or I'm going to have to do something stupid to avenge you, and everyone in the whole of this city knows I'm way too small time to take on the likes of Tony."
Tony barks out a laugh, stepping closer and I feel the tension in my shoulders ease. Everything's going to be okay.
"You and Libby, huh?" Dad says, and suddenly Tony's all smiles, slapping my Dad on the shoulder.
"Yeah, me and Libby. She's the only woman for me. I guess you did good bringing her up after all."
"Watch it, you."
Tony
After telling Libby's Dad about us there's only one thing on my mind and I can't shake the thought all day long. Being together is all I want now, and there's no reason to wait to make it official and forever now that we have the okay.
I pick Libby up again in the early evening, after texting ahead to tell her to be ready and to bring her camera again.
I have a tour of some of the most picturesque places in the city planned and then dinner at the chef's table in one of the restaurants whose owner owes us a couple of favors. But that's not the main event. Not by a long shot.
"Where are we going?"
I grin down at her. "You'll see."
Just like I knew she would, Libby comes alive behind the lens of the camera, taking shots of all the places that I thought she'd love. I get to see the unexpected sides of the city, given the work that I do. I know the buildings and the streets by who owns what, and who's under our protection, but mostly that means I get a different view on it all.
There are parks where people like to meet because they’re full of people, and other places where they're unlikely to be observed.
The Alfred Caldwell Lily Pool up in Lincoln Park is one of those places that could pass you by if you didn't know it was there. It's a favorite for wedding pictures, but come sunset the place is empty, just like I wanted it to be.
The pavilion's terrace stretches out over the water and I'm captivated watching Libby get down low to take a shot of the lily pads through the columns of the building. She's beautiful and I have no doubt at all that she's going to make me happy for the rest of my days.
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