Chapter 9 #2
Why couldn’t my parents have forced me to marry him?
I’d definitely have been on board with that.
I don’t know if this is how he treats every woman lucky enough to be with him, but I’m glad I’m on the receiving end.
It’s nice to be with a man who isn’t trying to hurt me for a change. He smiles, like he’s heard my thoughts.
And as he leads me into another dance, I giggle shamelessly when he spins me once before I’m back against him—body to body, heart to heart, soul to soul.
It’s like we’re creating our own music. Our own lyrical bond.
But when the music finally ends, when the words stop swirling around us, I don’t know where either of us will be.
Another song picks up, and it’s as though we’re consumed by each other. The touching, the feeling of our hands and bodies, all of it…it’s overwhelming. Being with him tonight has somehow brought us closer together.
My head rests on his shoulder as the song ends, and he kisses my hair.
“Did I mention how beautiful you look in this white dress?”
I lift up my head with a grin. “Uh, I think you may have mentioned that before and after you kissed me.”
“We kissed?” He tilts his head sideways, his lips quirking up. “When?”
I roll my eyes on a laugh. “You’re an idiot.”
“Only when you’re around.” He bites his bottom lip, his hypnotizing gaze crawling over my face, getting me all hot and thoroughly bothered.
“How about you remind me, baby?” he asks, his tone smoldering. “Was it a good kiss?”
My nipples harden under the tight confines of the silk material.
“It was perfect,” I say hoarsely, remembering him whisking me off the last step as soon as I came down wearing this dress he bought me.
“Describe it.” He gazes down at my lips, eyes hooded. “Don’t skip a detail.”
This time, I’m the one with my hand reaching up toward him, the stubble on his jaw grazing my palm. I stare deeply into his eyes, my thumb running across his lips, wanting badly to feel them.
“How about I show you?”
And then I do. I capture his lips with mine, and the most erotic growl erupts from this man as his hand slams to the back of my head, the music long forgotten. Our lips part in a frenzy, his tongue stroking mine in hurried circles, hands clawing at our clothes.
My long fingernails land on the back of his shirt, yanking the navy button-down out from beneath his black pants as his mouth sucks on my tongue while I moan.
My nails rake up his back; the feel of his smooth skin on my fingertips has my heart pounding and body screaming for more.
He groans as I let my nails sink in deeper, loving this side of myself I never knew existed.
His hands are under my ass, and I’m lifted into the air, my thighs coming around his waist. Our lips are unbreakable as the kiss grows more intense, and I’m unsure where he ends and I begin.
He lowers me onto the cool grass, his thick cock rubbing circles over my achy clit through the thin shroud of my panties.
“Touch me,” I beg, my voice so needy I barely recognize it. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
It’s stupid. I know that. I’ll grow attached.
But right now, my rational side is gone. I want Dante like my every breath is his and his every breath is mine.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his brows bowed with wanton hunger.
“You don’t seem like the type of man to ask for permission.”
“I’m not.” He brushes his lips over mine. “But I’m asking, baby.”
“Touch me, please. I’ve never wanted to be touched by anyone as badly as I want to be touched by you.”
“Fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, his hand slowly glides from my knee up to my inner thigh. A finger hooks into my thong, roughly yanking it to the side, exposing me to the whisk of cool air.
“I’ve been thinking of this pussy ever since I met you.”
“Yes,” I whimper as he rubs two fingers on each side of my wet slit, careful to avoid my clit.
“I’ve wondered how you like to be fucked,” he continues. “Rough? Gentle? Both?”
The tip of his finger invades me, easing an inch inside.
My breathing intensifies as my walls clench around him.
“I’ve wanted to know how you taste.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, teasing my earlobe with his teeth as he enters me fully, sliding in and out slowly.
“Dante, please,” I groan with desperation.
“Mmm, I like how my name sounds on those pretty lips.” He circles his finger inside me. “Say it again, and this time tell me how you want it.”
His lips leave kisses down my neck as he stretches me with another finger.
“Yes, just like that! Fuck me how you fuck the other women,” I beg, knowing I’m soaking his fingers.
“There are no women but you, wife.” He thrusts in and out, harder this time, hitting my G-spot so deeply that stars flicker before my eyes. “Now tell me, how should I make you come?”
My heart races, the intense way I’m turned on giving me strength to tell him what I really want.
“With your mouth,” I confess. “With your fingers. Hard. I want…I’ve never…”
But before I can tell him that the three guys I’ve slept with in the past have not been rough at all, that I want someone to be, my thighs are in the air and over his shoulders and his face is a centimeter away from my pussy.
“If rough is what you want, baby, I can give you that.” Without looking away from me, he reaches his long tongue out, taking a slow swipe from my entrance right up to my sensitive clit.
I rattle under him, my moans a mix of whimpers. It’s been years since a man’s gone down on me. My God, I’ve missed this.
I grasp on to his hair, pushing him back down onto me.
His laugh vibrates over my needy flesh as his tongue runs up and down, hitting both sides of my clit, while two fingers enter me, ramming with a tortured tempo.
My toes curl as his tongue and fingers continue to wreck me with sweet agony, the combination bringing the orgasm to the cusp of its breaking point.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I groan, rotating my hips over his mouth. “I’m gonna come.”
He slams inside me over and over, the tip of his tongue flicking faster at the same time. My hips arch like I’m trying to escape the orgasm that’s about to blow my body to shreds. And with another thrust, I come violently, screaming his name, not caring who hears it.
He climbs up my body, kissing me hungrily. His hand reaches under my dress and cups my breast, pinching my nipple in between two fingers.
“Turn around,” he demands as his lips leave mine, his gaze still clouded with desperation.
I flip over, desperate for him too.
“Fuck me,” I demand, turning my head toward him and sticking out my ass. “With your cock this time.”
“Shit, baby.”
His hand finds the edge of my dress, lifting it over me, and his palm lands hard on my bare ass, making my skin burn from the harsh touch.
I whimper as two fingers slip inside me, fucking me all over again.
His hand wraps around the front of my throat, gripping roughly and pulling my face backward with renewed possession as another wave of an orgasm grows.
I’m a prisoner to his gaze as I moan out his name, needing to come, the pleasure even more powerful than before.
“I am gonna fuck you,” he promises through gritted teeth, his voice sealed with an oath. “It won’t be today, but we both know it’ll be soon. And we both know how much you’re gonna beg for it to happen again and again, wife.”
Those words shoot straight to my core, like an explosion. I shouldn’t love that title, but I do…when he’s the one calling me that.
He curls his fingers inside me, pounding into my G-spot like a demonic possession, his breath hot and hungry at the shell of my ear.
“Oh, God, Dante, I’m…I’m coming!” I cry, my body sparking to life.
“Mmm. Such a good little cunt. Takes my fingers so well.” He pumps me faster. “I know it’s gonna take my cock just as good.”
The dirty talk pushes all the right buttons, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from me. Once my tremors still, he slides his fingers out, cupping my pussy as he bites and kisses my neck. And instead of removing his hand completely, he glides two fingers up to my ass.
“Dante, what are you—”
“Shhh.”
His palm tightens around my neck, pulling me toward him, and then his lips are on mine, our tongues falling to a slow rhythm as the tip of his finger enters my other hole.
My muscles lock, stiffening around him. No one has ever done this to me. No one even asked to. But he doesn’t have to ask. I’d let him do just about anything.
He draws back a few inches, his lips falling away from mine. “I’m going to own that tight little hole too. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I groan, feeling another orgasm rising like a tidal wave.
“You need to come again, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I admit, unashamed.
And he lets me. With my neck and my pussy at his mercy, his talented fingers bring me to the brink, the rush unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to live without it now.