13
Ember
We’d talked, cuddled, and kissed all night until we both fell asleep. It had been by far the best night of my life. Dante still had me in his arms. I didn’t recall him letting me go once.
It was like all my dreams were coming true. After years of a hurting heart and excruciating pain with my illness, I had believed I would never know true happiness.
I hiked my leg over his and reached up to kiss his chin. It felt like it might be after eight in the morning, but I couldn’t be sure. No chance would I pull away from him to grab my phone, despite wanting to know how it went at the club for Birdie and the Viking God.
“Morning, Em.” Dante kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I ever have. How about you?”
“A few times I woke up thinking I’d been dreaming, but nope. You are really here.”
He smiled down at me. “I am, and you can’t get rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” My gaze traveled down to the tented sheet. “Is that your morning wood?”
He snorted. “Yes. Does it offend you?”
“Of course not. I know this happens to dudes. Want me to take care of you?” Giving hand jobs was something I was very good at since I couldn’t go all the way with guys.
“You’re free to do as you please. I won’t stop you.”
“Okay, then…” I took his stiff wood in my hand to familiarize myself with it. He felt big, but I think anyone would, because of my lack of experience.
Gently, I stroked his warm and oozing cock. The repetitive motion was turning me on. I tingled like I had after our kiss. The next thing I knew, my pelvis was rubbing against him at its own accord and wholly in sync with the rhythm of my hand.
“Em, you surprise me,” he whispered in a lustful voice.
“I’m surprising myself. I’ve never slept with a guy so this is a first. What usually happens now?”
“You ask that, assuming I’ve woken up with a girl in my bed before.”
“You haven’t?”
“No.”
“Come on. You’re lying. I’m sure you’re not a virgin.”
“I’m not, but I’ve never spent the night with a girl.”
“Wow, I’m shocked. What do you say we just do what feels right?”
He kissed my head again. “I’m down with that.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach. “What feels right to you?” It amazed me how we could have a full-on conversation while I slowly jerked him off, and it didn’t feel weird at all.
“This.” He pulled out of my hand and unsnapped the crotch of my bodysuit. “Tell me to stop at any time.”
“I will.” I lifted slightly for him to remove my clothing, and he shimmied out of his boxers. He’d removed his shirt and jeans last night and I’d gotten rid of my pants. There wasn’t much more to remove at this point.
“You’re perfect, Em.” Hovering above me, he admired my naked body. “I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times.”
“Me too.” Doubt crept in and I wondered if we should stop.
“What’s wrong?”
I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. “It’s my nerves and fear of pain.” It was an almost paralyzing fear.
“It’ll be okay, baby. Do you trust me?”
I nodded.
He held my gaze as he kissed down my chest. I arched into his mouth and moaned at the gentle affection he gave me.
“That’s nice,” I told him as I captured his head in my hands. Again, my body rose as if begging for more.
Dante didn’t reply, and licked a path down to my center.
“Oh, Dante! I love your tongue,” I panted.
He moved farther down, putting his face directly in front of my pussy, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He watched for my reaction, and all I could do was bite my bottom lip.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Yes,” I softly gasped.
His tongue came out, and he brushed it against my opening. I nearly bucked that bad boy off me. It took everything in me to not scream. Sensations I’d never experienced before burst through me, striking every one of my erogenous zones.
But nothing could’ve prepared me for when he flattened his tongue and swiped, like he was unfolding me layer by layer.
One.
Two.
Three.
“You’re going to make me burst.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Please, Dante. The pressure is too great.”
He gazed at me from between my legs, a mischievous smirk on his lips. Clearly, he knew what he was doing, and I’d just have to enjoy his attention.
“Yes?” he asked.
I appreciated how he considered me every step of the way. Most guys had been all about themselves, and my needs and wants had been ignored.
“Yes,” I replied through my rapid panting.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, his face lowered, and his mouth went around my clit.
“Oh, shit!” I cried out as he took my ball of nerves between his lips and sucked. It was too much, and I couldn’t refrain from bucking anymore. I gave my body permission to do as it pleased, confident it wouldn’t do me any harm.
The more I relaxed and embraced what he was doing to me, the wetter I felt. Of course, it could all be from his tongue. But I suspected my body was getting lubed up and ready for his cock to enter me.
How stupid of me. I get it now.
This was foreplay.
I felt a little inept and foolish, but I wouldn’t be too hard on myself. Sex was new to me.
“Yes?” he asked as he touched my center with his finger.
“Maybe.”
“I will stop if you want.”
“I’m not sure what I can handle, but I want to try.”
“Fair enough.” He played with my pussy like it was his new favorite toy. His finger and tongue stimulated me simultaneously, and it drove me wild.
I writhed on the bed.
I gripped my head between my hands as if it might detach from my neck.
I rocked my hips and ground my heat against his handsome face, not bothered by his scruffy beard.
“Oh, Dante!”
“Yes?” He inserted his finger.
“Yes!”
His digit easily entered me, so I kept going.
“Two.” Another finger joined the first.
“Okay.”
“Three.” Suddenly I felt full. He massaged my clit with what felt like his thumb. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm.” More than okay. I was on the brink of a powerful release. I only wished his dick was inside of me instead of his fingers.
Out of the blue, his fingers left me, and he worked his way back up to my mouth.
“Hi, beautiful.” He flicked his tongue across my lips.
“Is that it? Are we finished?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying not to show my disappointment.
“Not if you don’t want to be finished.”
“I want more of you.”
“I hoped you’d say as much. I have an idea. Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. “Now you have control of our first time, and I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”
“Oh, I like this idea.” I took his cock back into my hand. “I can do whatever I want?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.” I guided his tip toward my opening and ground against it, getting slick with his precum.
“Fuck, you look incredible riding me.”
“You feel so good.” My head fell back, and my mouth popped open.
“Holy shit, baby! Watching you get off on me with your mouth open is a major turn on.”
“I’m happy you’re enjoying it.” I inhaled a deep breath, compelled to go for it. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. There was a little resistance, but I didn’t stop. “Oh… My… Oh!” I splayed my hands on his firm pecs to support me as I took him in. Never had I ever felt so full. He was clearly larger than my vibrator.
“You’re incredible, Em, and feel amazing wrapped around me.”
Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. “Are you clean? I mean, free of STDs? I should’ve asked before we got going.”
“I should’ve mentioned it. Since you might already be pregnant, I didn’t even think of getting a condom.”
“So, then you’re clean?”
“Yes. I always use a condom, except for now. I can put one on if you want?”
“No, I’d rather not. Unless you’re worried about getting me pregnant if the IVF didn’t take. But I should be past my fertile time.”
“I’m good with whatever happens.” He gripped my hips and helped me get moving again.
Ember, you’re such a buzzkill.I realized I’d taken us in a direction I didn’t want to go.
Me and my big mouth. I was totally killing the mood.
Thankfully, Dante got us back on track.
“Oh, Dante,” I gasped as he took my butt cheeks in his hands. He moved me the way he wanted, making me take him in deeper. The action launched me into a wild, desperate ride.
“There you go. Take me however you want.”
I forced myself not to overthink and enjoy my first time with Dante. My speed picked up. His thrusts went deeper.
We were doing it. Having sex. Fucking.
Suddenly, like a volcano, my orgasm erupted. I clenched around Dante’s cock and cried out in euphoria.
When I got my bearings, I noticed the mesmerized look on Dante’s face. Had he forgotten about himself?
“Dante, did you… Come?”
“Shhh.” He pinched my chin and guided me toward his lips. “Bring your sweet mouth to mine.” He captured my lips, and his lustful groan filled my mouth.
Instantly, I grinded my pelvis against him like I was ready for more. Was that normal? Guess it didn’t matter because I was doing what came naturally.
Dante rolled with me and was on top of me a second later.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. In this position, I was spread open and took him fully in. My brain turned to mush, literally overwhelmed with arousal pumping through my veins.
Dante moved in and out of me.
Slowly penetrating me.
And another orgasm took form.
“I feel you pulsing already. I can’t wait until I can fuck you as hard as I want. How do you feel about being tied up.”
“Do you mean bondage?”
“Yes.” He eyed me for a reaction.
“I’m open to trying anything with you once.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Something in Dante shifted and he seemed to relax and fucked me better than I imagined possible. “I’m coming, Em! Come with me!”
And on command, I exploded with him. It meant everything, and so much more to feel his cum spraying inside me. At that moment, I prayed I wasn’t pregnant with another man’s baby.
I wanted to be with Dante more than anything and have his baby.
As he collapsed on me, his hot and sweaty body covered every inch of me.
I tingled down low and wanted him again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
And miracle of miracles, I felt no pain.
“Best morning ever.” He kissed the crock of my neck.
“Same. I want to stay here all day.”
“Done. How about a shower?”
“I’d love one, if you’re going to join me?”
“Try to stop me, Em.”