E- Nothing Matters But Us

E- Nothing Matters But Us
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This is the next in my NSFW alphabet drabbles. You can find the full alphabet here. This was actually the first one I wrote, before I decided to write the alphabet in standard form and it was the inspiration for the drabbles.
Pairing- Marc Antony/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Portia reflects briefly on the experiences that brought her and Antony to this point.

“I have spent all night waiting to do this,” Antony declared once we were inside his villa, pushing me up against a wall.

“Can’t even wait for a bed?” I teased, but I wasn’t surprised. After a night like this, where Antony could look and not touch, we rarely made it to the bed until at least the second round.

Antony dropped to his knees, pushing aside the gauzy layers of my skirt and lifting my leg over his shoulder. “Do you really want me to wait?” Antony asked before tracing a teasing trail with his tongue along the inside of my thigh, his fingers scouting ahead to find the wetness that lay at my center.

“No,” I admitted with a groan, pushing closer to him, eager for his touch. As his fingers danced over the sensitive flesh, his mouth soon following suit, I had a fleeting wonder of who I owed thanks for his skill. Which whore or conquest had taught him to move his mouth like that, the way to curl his fingers just so and hit the spot that I could never seem to hit on my own? But it was a question that would never be voiced. We didn’t talk about such things.

On one hand, the knowledge was because there was no denying Antony’s reputation or the experience that had earned him that reputation. There wasn’t a woman in Rome, or anywhere else, who would refuse him and no doubt, he took full advantage of that.

But we would never discuss that, never discuss numbers or other lovers, except in the occasional anecdote about this wild youth. Not because I was jealous of the women who had graced Antony’s bed before me, and most likely still did, but because it would lead to other conversations, the ones Antony would prefer to ignore.

As Antony’s mouth closed around my sensitive nub and his fingers pumped inside of me, curling just so, all thoughts of other lovers, his and mine, flew out of my head because the only thing that mattered was Antony.

Yet, it returned later, once Antony had brought me to the peak of ecstasy and over and was prepared to bring me there again, his manhood sliding between my legs, our bodies pressed together in the search for fulfillment. But it was a thought I would never voice. Not in this moment or later, because while I might be curious as to where Antony had learned his skills, he would not wish to know where I’d learned to tilt my hips so well or all the ways I’d learned to study a man and to follow his cues, giving him just what he wanted.

No, Antony would prefer to live in ignorance, to pretend that the only bed I graced was his, that only he had access to the secrets of my flesh and he was now, he had claimed me completely, making me his, something that was all too apparent as I screamed his name as pleasure washed over me once more.

“Antony!”

And maybe that was the most important thing. Not where we had gained our experience, but the magic we made together.

• End