Kanthony Imagines

First Ball, pt.2 (steamy)

note: warning, this part is steamier than others. it is a continuation of the previous part, after the guests have left and K & A are left to do whatever they want.. 

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"Have I finally got you to myself?"

Anthony practically kicked the bedroom door shut as Kate's hands flew over his abdomen, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she raced to unbutton his shirt. He had barely set foot in the bedroom and it had already become a race to undress. Usually he would take his time in undressing her, but tonight there was an insatiable hunger which they both shared. He certainly wasn't complaining. 

"Who's eager now, hm?" He murmured, smirking at the frustrated expression on her face. "Now it is my turn to torture you."

He trailed lazy, open-mouthed kisses from her jawline to her collarbone as he unfastened her gown, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then he stood back, to admire her. She was wearing a silky confection of the same colour as her dress, and simply the sight of it elicited a ragged groan from within him. He dove back towards her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, parting them with his tongue. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently, goading him to lose the last of his restraint. 

Anthony ran his hands over her hips and picked her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Their kiss remained deep and unbroken until they both landed on the bed's mattress. 

"I do not know how I waited all night," he muttered, slipping the chemise down her shoulders. She felt and shared his need, and she tugged the garment further until it landed on the floor to join her gown. 

"Me neither," she said, lifting her head to kiss him on the lips. 

Her admitting to this was like music to his ears. 

He captured Kate's wrists with one of his hands and pinned them above her head. She fixed him with a stare of raw, open desire, and in that moment nothing mattered more to Anthony than pleasuring her. Worshipping her. 

His other hand continued moving south, brushing the warm skin of her breasts, then stomach, and finally the edge of her stockings. It had been where he stopped himself earlier today, but this time there was nobody waiting downstairs, no time limit. 

"So beautiful," Anthony breathed, his fingertips finally pushing past the edge of her stockings and finding her core.

Kate arched her back, gasping. He kissed her passionately as his one hand played with her, teasing her to the point she was breathless. Her being unable to touch him was getting more difficult by the second. She was desperate to feel his muscles flex beneath her hands, to hear him groan as she dragged her fingertips down his back. It was too much, his forefinger brushing her clit, his kisses on her lips, her neck, her chest. And yet it wasn't enough. She wanted - no, needed - more. 

He heard her moan, "Anthony, please..."

Anthony retracted his hand and felt her hips rise reflexively, desperate for his touch to continue. His lips curved into a wry smile as he moved back towards her, their mouths mere inches away from each other. "Yes?"

Kate writhed beneath him. "I need you. I need you now."

Those words alone made Anthony almost explode, right there and then. A growl emerged from his throat as they crashed together once more, his hand releasing hers so she was able to pull him even closer. The brief second they broke apart was for Kate to unbuckle his trousers, and then for him to pull them off more quickly than he ever had in his life. 

Then he was over her again, and one of her hands found his, interlocking their fingers as he pressed forwards. She grabbed the back of his neck with the other hand and kissed him with a passion that he had been dreaming of all night. The entirety of the ball had simply been a waiting game, waiting for her to kiss him with such a force as that. 

They moved in sync, their rhythm quickly speeding up. They were hot, and needy, and clutched at each other like they were each other's life raft in a storm. He felt her tighten her hold on his hair, saw her close her eyes in pleasure. Their cries of release mingled in the still air, and Anthony continued to move more slowly, carrying them both over the edge. 

When they had finished, Kate's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at the sight of him already looking at her. She ran a finger over his bottom lip. "If the gown had that much of an effect on you, my lord," she murmured, "I shall have to wear it more often."