C- All Mine
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- I have had crazy writer’s block lately, but finally had some inspiration for drabbles, at least. This is part of my NSFW alphabet series, pure Antony and Portia smut.
Rating- NSFW
Pairing- Antony/MC
Summary- Antony reminds Portia of where her heart (and everything else) belongs.
Antony tugged my hand, pulling me away from the party.
“This night has been far too long,” he said once we were on the balcony, cloaked in shadows, away from prying eyes.
“But has it been successful?” I asked as he pushed me against the wall. “Did you win more to your cause?”
“Our cause,” Antony reminded me, his hand pushing up the flimsy fabric of my dress.
“Supporting Caesar will never be my cause,” I reminded him, even as I wrapped my arms around his neck, arching into his touch as his finger slid into my wet heat.
“And yet, here you are,” Antony pointed out, his fingers maintaining a steady pace, just enough to drive me crazy but not push me over the edge. “Why if it is not your cause?”
“You know why,” I gritted out.
Antony stilled his fingers causing me to curse in frustration and grind against him, “say it,” he commanded.
I glared up at him, but my need for release won over my pride. “Because I am yours,” I said between clenched teeth, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Yes you are,” Antony said with satisfaction. But instead of resuming his movements, he removed his fingers all together, before I could complain he quickly pushed aside his toga and entered me swiftly, his thrusts deep and powerful, “All those men in there hate me and they also envy me,” he told me as he continued to thrust, “not because of my power but because as have you. The most beautiful woman in Rome and she is all mine.”
His lips covered mine, his kiss as powerful as his thrusts and I kissed him back eagerly, seeking all he gave, my anger turning into something else like it always did with Antony.
It wasn’t long before we both came, clinging to each other.
Antony pressed a last kiss between his lips and then reached down between us, swiping a finger across my folds, “and when they go back in there and they admire you, I will have the satisfaction of knowing that it is my seed between your legs and my mouth that made your lips so delightfully red.”
I rolled my eyes, as I straightened my dress, “you are a pig.”
Antony just grinned, “yes, but I am yours.” He brought his finger, sticky with his seed, to my lips and I parted them almost involuntary before sucking his finger clean.
“You could have just cum in my mouth,” I told him when he removed his finger and instead offered me his hand to lead me back into the party. “If you wanted me to taste you so badly.”
“Yes, but then I would have missed out on the pleasure of sending you back into the party, your thighs sticky with my seed,” Antony pointed out. He drew me to him for one last kiss, “though if you wish, I am more than happy to oblige you later.”
- End
