32. Dante
Chapter 32
Dante
L ying in my bed in my home with Lucy was the best I’d felt in a long time. Sure, my career was rewarding and I treasured the time I was able to spend with Lena, but this right here with Lucy? It was just for me. Every inch of her warm, naked body was pressed against mine, one hand rested over my heart and I had never felt so relaxed. I hadn’t felt this good since before I proposed to my ex-wife.
She was perfect for me in every way, and being with her for the past two weeks made me feel different. Better. I was still irritable, and that probably wouldn’t change, but I felt different. Lucy wasn’t just full of sunshine and rainbows, she was also a serious person with a deep intelligence that made the times between orgasms just as special. The sound of her laughter was the best thing ever, and despite being her “favorite grump” I went out of my way to hear that sound as much as possible.
“Your heart is racing pretty quickly, Mr. Rush.” The good humor in Lucy’s voice was punctuated by a husky laugh. “Something on your mind?”
I turned over so that my body covered hers and pressed my lips to that spot right behind her ear, the spot that made her shiver and arch into me. “Yeah, it’s you Lucy. You’re on my mind. Always.”
She laughed again and massaged her fingertips into the nape of my neck as she tilted her head back to give me better access to her. “Yeah? Because I was just thinking about you too. You and your magical mouth.”
The way she hummed her approval deep in her throat sent all the blood rushing to my cock. “I love these curves,” I told her and kissed my way down her body, enjoying every inch of her soft skin. The dip in her waist, the soft flesh of her belly, the way her thigh muscles coiled under my touch. “I wish I had a full weekend, maybe a whole month, to worship them.”
She purred her approval at my words and gripped my hair tight until I sat up and looked at her. “No one has ever said that to me before.”
My brows threaded into a frown. “That can’t be.” I shook my head. It was completely unbelievable that there were men on this planet who got to experience all of this and didn’t appreciate it.
“It is, trust me.” There was something in her eyes, a mixture of sadness and affection that touched me in that spot buried deep in my chest. “You see me differently.”
I shook my head. “No Lucy, I see you. Just as you are.”
Her lips curled into a slow, sexy smile. “Dante.”
I pressed my lips to her belly and made my way lower and lower until her soft thighs cradled my shoulders. “I’m sorry you’ve dated so many idiots Lucy, but I’m happy that you were free when you came to me.”
“Sweet and grumpy,” she purred when I parted her lower lips and blew a gust of air on her clit. “My new favorite combination. Better than peanut butter and chocolate.”
“Peanut butter and chocolate,” I murmured and slicked my tongue along her damp folds in one long stroke that had her leaning into me. “Sounds like a combination I can work with.” I smiled as I teased her with my tongue, the sounds she made spiked my arousal, but my tongue refused to leave her sweet honey.
“Yes, Dante. Oh yes.” Her fingers tangled in my hair as words of pleasure spilled from her lips and her hips rolled against me.
A soft, rapid knock sounded on the door. “Daddy? Are you in there Daddy?”
Lucy froze and then laughed. “Duty calls. Daddy.”
I looked up and my nostrils flared as heat pulsed through my veins at her words. “It does.” My shoulders slumped forward and I laid my head on her belly, giving her sweet pussy another swipe of my tongue before I pulled back. “Rain check?”
She nodded. “You go take care of Lena and I’ll stay right here and take care of myself.” Her hand slipped between her thighs, the sound of her fingers dancing in her slick heat made me want to forget all about everything else.
“Lucy,” I growled.
She laughed again. “There’s my grump. Go,” she urged and shooed me out of the bedroom.
I found my discarded pajama pants on the floor and stepped into them.
“Um, Dante? You might want to cover up a little more.” Lucy pointed her toes at my midsection and I looked down.
My dick was hard and it tented my pants. “I blame you.”
Lucy laughed. “I’ll take the blame, but you should cover up for innocent eyes.”
I sighed and stepped out of my pants and into the boxer briefs beside them, then pulled my pajamas back on as well. “I’ll be back. Soon.”
“Hurry,” she smiled. “Daddy.”
I grunted and took a few steps back. “You’re killing me, Luce.”
She licked her lips. “I’ll be here.”
I smiled and shook my head before I slipped out of the bedroom to tend to Lucy. It was odd, having a woman in my bed in my home. I hadn’t had a woman here since Bethany, and I found it difficult to shut off the man part of me to focus on the father part. “What’s up Lena?”
“Is Lucy here?”
I nodded and guided Lena away from the bedroom even though my thoughts were still inside that room. “I’m sure she’s around here somewhere. What do you need?”
“I’m hungry Daddy.”
I smiled and picked Lena up as we made our way down to the kitchen for breakfast and I knew my naked time with Lucy was on a temporary, but long pause. “Let’s find some breakfast then. How do pancakes sound?”
“Yay!”
The next few hours were dedicated to parenting, and it wasn’t until late afternoon before I found my way back to Lucy and her bed.