Chapter 13 #2
Like he didn’t drive me to the brink of ecstasy tonight more times than I’ve orgasmed in my adult life, he drags his fingers between my legs to test my readiness.
His approving growl nearly sets me off again. “So wet, angelo. Anyone would swear you love my head between your legs.”
Before I can formulate a reply, much less articulate it, he swipes his cock’s head across my clit, wiping all negativity from my thoughts.
I love his head between my legs, but I can never tell him that.
Love in any form is an attachment I can’t risk.
Dante smiles, words not needed to read my thoughts, before he peers down at me with those beautiful dark eyes that seem to see straight into my soul.
“Ready, angelo?”
The simplicity of his question shocks me. Permission isn’t something I ever had to give.
Well, except that one time.
As he stares down at me, my shock wears off, and a strength I didn’t know I held sets in.
Absentmindedly, I nod.
The flicker of a candle ignites into a raging inferno when Dante says, “Words, angelo. I need to hear you say you’re ready.”
Tingles race from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “I’m ready.”
He continues hovering above me until the tension turns excruciating. Then teasingly slow, he parts my pussy lips, nestles his cock between my folds, and enters me.
Raising my hips off the bed, I swivel them, trying to take more.
Dante won’t be forced into anything.
He slaps down my hips, then returns to his torturous pace.
This is different from our romp on the floor of the Viper Room and in the dressing room tonight.
It’s slow and devouring instead of dark and depraved.
He takes his time savoring me, and although it should scare me more than it excites me, I still end up trembling in the aftershocks of a breath-stealing orgasm.
A deep groan of pleasure echoes through me when Dante flexes his cock, silently demanding the return of my eyes. His eye contact has been on point all night. The only time he lets me break the intimacy tethering me to him is when my eyes involuntarily roll to the back of my head.
“Good girl.”
He adjusts me so he can take me deeper, and I use his new propped position to drink him in.
He’s a seriously gorgeous man. His hair is overdue for a trim, and his brows show clear signs they’ve never been tortured by a set of tweezers, but his body is rippled with muscles, his smirk is killer, and if I look into his sable eyes for another thirty seconds, the hooks may sink in too far for me to dislodge without getting seriously hurt.
He’s a beautiful man I wish I’d met years earlier. It would have been so much easier to be wooed by him then—but then I also wouldn’t have Gabriele.
Needing this show to end before I do or say something stupid, I dig my toes into Dante’s ass and try to coax an increase in speed.
“No.” Dante shifts my left leg until it rests against his chest and hangs over his shoulder. When I groan, faking disappointment, he smirks. “If you need something from me, Lucia, you’ll need to use your words.”
“I don’t need anything.”
My words quiver at the end of my sentence when he reaches between my legs to toy with my clit. He’s barely touching me, mindful I’m close to erupting again, but the swirls combined with the thrusts of his big cock are catastrophic to my head.
I’m almost willing to say anything to come again.
“Please…” I stop, refusing to cave. I’m stronger than this.
He tweaks my clit until it aches for release along with the rest of my body. “Please?”
He tortures me by pushing in until I’m almost at the base of his shaft, then pulls out completely.
He repeats this until I’m close to losing my mind.
“Dante…”
“Yes, Lucia?” His voice announces he’s being held hostage by his libido in the same way I am. This is hard for him, too. “What do you need?”
“You,” I blurt out before I can restrain myself.
Incapable of not pulling back on the reins, I quickly add, “To fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s it? That’s all you need from me?”
“Yes.”
Tingles spread from the roots of my hair to my toes when he murmurs, “Liar.”
Suddenly, he bands his arm around my waist and pulls me up until we’re chest to chest. It’s almost too intimate being this close to him. Too overwhelming. But I can’t look away. Being admired like this is one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given.
“Dante…” This murmur of his name is different from the one I said earlier. It’s full of desperation.
Somehow, his cock gets thicker as his eyes bore into mine. “Words, Lucia. Give them to me.”
“I want… I want…” The tension is too burning, and I submit to it. “I want you.”
“That’s it?” he repeats. “That’s everything you require? Just me?”
I nod before recalling my stupidity. He needs me to verbalize my replies. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
I swivel my hips as he arches his upward. In a matter of seconds, we find a perfect rhythm. We’re not fucking, but we’re a step up in speed and insanity than we were minutes ago.
Over the next several minutes, he guides me up and down his cock, treating me like I’m his own personal sex toy.
The speed, depth of his thrusts, and eye contact are the perfect combination to send me spiraling into ecstasy. I drink in every expression that crosses his face when the walls of my pussy squeeze his thick cock, and feel every hiss as he struggles to maintain control.
The friction is incredible, and within a handful of thrusts, I’m overwhelmed by the throes of ecstasy.
Leaning back, I dig my nails into Dante’s thick thighs and ride the wave all the way to shore. Lust leaves a light sheen of perspiration on my skin as every muscle in my body tenses.
Dante doesn’t stop, though.
For two hours, he continues thrusting his hips while licking at the droplets of sweat rolling off my breasts and demanding my eyes to his.
Even though I shouldn’t, I give them to him.
By the time his fantastic manhood pulses in warning that he’s about to climax, the early rays of dawn peek through the curtains. Our eyes collide when he guides his hand back between my legs.
While stimulating my clit with purposely timed rolls, he lunges forward, stuffing almost every inch of his cock inside me. We still in unison, our gasps collective, before the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced tears through my body.
The euphoria soaring through me doubles when Dante’s release follows mine. It’s so blinding that I have no choice but to lean on him for support instead of fighting to stay afloat on my own.