B- Can’t Keep My Hands Off of You

Can’t Keep My Hands Off of You

by Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.

Author’s Notes- Life has settled some and I am finally getting back to the drabbles. This one is for B “body part” and is short fluffy smut, what more could we want?

Pairing- Marc Antony x MC

Rating- NSFW

Summary- Antony and Portia prepare to go out for the evening, but her gown proves to be distracting.

“You are trying to kill me,” Antony groaned when I emerged, dressed for the evening, “how am I supposed to pay attention to a room of boring men, when you are dressed like that?”

He punctuated his words with kisses and caresses, pulling me into his arms and running his hands along my silk-covered curves.

I shrugged lightly, “perhaps that is my goal,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck, “maybe I want to make sure that your attention stays on me.” Not that it would be hard in this gown, I had chosen it with care, knowing Antony’s taste. It was red silk, cleverly cut to accent every curve and display the cleavage Antony liked so much

“Always,” Antony vowed, reluctantly releasing me, though his eyes remain focused on me, lingering on the swell of my breasts, and I could see him calculating how much time we had.

Not enough, unfortunately, and after a few seconds, he sighed and tugged me impatiently towards the door. But before we made it to the exit, he spun and suddenly pinned me to the wall, his mouth hot and insistent on mine as his hands fondled my breasts through the silk of my gown.

His hands, calloused and rough yet so tender, pushed my gown down, freeing my breasts as his mouth travelled down my neck. “Antony,” I moaned as his mouth covered one stiff nipple as his hands slid lower, hiking my skirt up in the in process.

His fingers glided over my wet heat, teasing me, testing me and then he hastily unwound his toga, freeing his hard cock, his hands moving to my hips, anchoring me to him as he slid into me. I clung to him, wrapped right around him as we moved together in a frenzied pace.

The combination of his hands, mouth and body against mine was enough to bring me to the brink quickly and as I came, clenching around Antony and screaming his name,  it was enough to push him over the edge and he gave one last thrust before coming inside me.

He removed his mouth from my chest, his hands still on my hips, our bodies still joined, and brushed his lips against mine before pulling away.

“We’re going to be late,” I commented as I fixed my dress and then reached to help Antong with his toga.

“Yes, but now the boring old men will be much more tolerable,” Antony commented, “because as I talk to them, I’ll be looking at you and remembering how you looked when I was inside of you and that these,” his hands slid over my breasts once more, “are all mine.”

“Mmmm,” I agreed, tilting my head for his kiss. After a moment, he pulled away and this time we made it to the door. I made a mental note to thank Lena for the gown the next time I visited the scholae and to see if she had any other suggestions.

• End