34. Lucia
Lucia
Asatisfied groan rolls up my chest as I’m brought out of a long slumber by teasing licks and a hungry, impish mouth.
“Morning, angelo,” Dante greets, peering up at me over the naked globes of flesh on my chest. “How did you sleep?”
“Good.” I arch up to him, mushing my pussy back with his mouth. “Great if I’m still dreaming.”
He licks my clit before drawing it into his mouth, triggering an intense spasm to dart through my core. “You’re not dreaming.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m reasonably sure this is the best head I’ve ever been given, and I wasn’t even awake for half of it.”
His chuckle floods my womb with enough wetness to cause a tsunami. When I rake my fingers through his hair, more to force him back to his breakfast treat than to fix his sex-mussed hair, he hits me with a playful smirk before he explores my pussy with a mouth as wicked as it is succulent.
He devours me with greedy licks, bites, and kisses until the only place I can feel my pulse is in my clit. I’m unbearably sensitive and swollen, but every lick pushes me closer to the finish line.
I moan while grinding against his face, loving how his beard adds a new element to the sensation ripping through me.
The one time I was eaten before Dante was by a man with a silky-smooth hair-free chin.
There’s something about the softness of his beard and how it laps up the residue of my arousal that sparks unhinged restlessness.
When Dante’s tongue swirls around my clit, I gasp and firm my grip on his hair.
My muscles spasm when he parts my thighs with his shoulders, then raises my ass in the air.
While his fingers dig into my butt cheeks, he devours me like that viral GIF of the pawpaw eating content.
His licks are hungry and desperate, and before I have time to warn him, an orgasm splinters through me.
Dante doesn’t stop.
He fucks me raw with his mouth, his tongue poking inside me as his teeth graze my clit.
My climax refuses to relent. Heat roars through me as my entire body tightens and releases on repeat. The sound of him eating me fills the room, and my nails dig into his scalp. I want to pull him off, but I also want to ride the wave for all its worth.
I’ve never flown so high, soared so dangerously. It’s terrifying and euphoric.
By the time I’ve reached the stars, I’m lightheaded and dizzy.
This is the most awe-inspiring climax I’ve ever had.
While coaching me down from the clouds, Dante strokes the seam of my pussy back and forth. My inner thighs are sticky, and the sensitive skin between my pussy and ass is uncomfortably chafed, but nothing will stop me from reaching for him.
I taste myself on his mouth when he answers the demands I’ve yet to voice. He kisses me, reviving my lungs with the air they lost when panic wasn’t the first emotion I felt after he pleaded for me not to sneak out as I had previously.
It was gratitude.
I buck my hips upward, wordlessly begging for more. I love his kisses. They’re the perfect speed and skill set, but I feel empty without him inside me.
My trust is so low that I usually scrutinize every interaction to see what they’re hoping to gain by associating with me.
I don’t do that when I’m with Dante.
I can be myself around him. I can trust him.
It’s foreign, but it’s honest.
Neither of us breathes for a second when his cock’s head meets the opening of my pussy. His cock is latex-free, and I can’t force my mouth to tell him to put one on.
We’re crossing lines quicker than we can draw them. It will probably blow up in my face, but we can’t discover new oceans if we’re unwilling to leave the shore.
Our bodies fuse as one when I tilt my hips, opening up for him and welcoming him inside without protection. Even though I am already hot and wet for him, the thickness my wordless offer instigated sears my eyes with tears.
He is the hardest he’s ever been.
I fist the sheets while fighting through the sharp sting of the intrusion when Dante slowly withdraws. My pussy sucks at him, begging for him to return soon. He pulls out to the tip before thrusting back in.
Soon, the snippet of pain is replaced with exciting tingles, and my body mists with sweat. He buries himself in deep with every grind, increasing my whimpers to needy screams.
While screwing me senseless, he proves why my tiptoe on the ledge this time will be worth it. He tells me I’ll be safe with him and that he will never stop protecting me.
He also tells me I have the most scrumptious pussy he’s ever eaten and that if he could live in it for eternity, he’d never leave.
He has the hottest, filthiest mouth I’ve heard, and it soon sees me falling into orgasmic bliss.
It sucks the energy right out of me, making eight hours of sleep seem like a nap. But it is merely an appetizer.
Dante fucks me until every ounce of my body aches, and I struggle to recognize the difference between a knock at the door and the noisy spurts of his cock when he finally surrenders to the tension.