MY WEAKNESS ( A SHORT STORY) COMPLETED

I was on tiptoes, my arms stretched above my head, pinned by one masculine arm. Anthony pulled my shirt up and over my chest, my bra protested but followed my shirt.
"N...," I began to whimper, but before the words could leave my lips my 'no' turned into a stifled moan. My back arched as I thrust my nipples into his seeking hungry mouth. I closed my eyes in the darkness of the living room, the front door had been wide open allowing the cool island breeze to drift into the ground floor apartment.
Anthony had come by to return my keys. At least that's how he made it seem. "Just a kiss," he said.
I knew better. I should've known better. I should've known that there was no such thing as just a kiss between us.
When our lips touched there was electricity, literally. My body had a way of sparking when he touched me. He'd been so hungry. I should've closed the door behind me when I went out onto the porch to speak to him. Instead, I left it open, leaving him room to make his swift advance. Knowing my every weakness was an advantage he'd always had over me.