30. Dante
Dante
J uliette tensed and I pulled back, searching her face.
She blinked, then looked away. Her fingers slid down to my front, and I noticed them trembling slightly.
“Juliette, look at me.” She raised her chin, her Ionian-blue eyes meeting my gaze, shimmering like the sun’s rays against the surface of the sea. “Are you okay?”
Her lips were swollen, tempting me. But I wouldn’t cave into my desire. She was more important than my hard dick.
“Yes,” she rasped, her fingers gripping my sweater. Her tongue darted out, wetting her full bottom lip that I wanted to bite. Fuck, I had to get my thoughts in order. She needed space, not my impulsiveness. Not my love. “I don’t want to stop.”
My cock swelled, on board with her plan, but my mind cautioned.
“We should take it slow.” I encouraged hoarsely while my dick protested, calling me all kinds of idiot in every fucking language. “There’s no rush,” I added, ignoring the hard bulge in my pants that threatened to spill in my pants and embarrass me in front of my young wife.
Two years without a woman was a long fucking time.
I wasn’t a saint. Before my wildling ran into me, seducing me with her filthy words and her incredible eyes, I went through women like they were a commodity.
But since then, I couldn’t get my fucking dick up for anyone.
It zeroed in on her promise and her mouth, refusing to get hard for anyone else.
Juliette’s hand trailed down my chest and down to my pelvic area. She cupped my dick through my jeans, her small hand unsure of her movements.
“Are you sure?” she asked, tightening her grip slightly until a groan spilled from my mouth. Even with invisible scars, my wife was a formidable woman.
“I have an idea,” I gritted out, my hips pushing into the palm of her small hand. Thank fuck we were in the car or I’d have lost all my control. “You said panic comes when someone’s on top.”
A flicker of pain passed across her expression and her grip loosened, but before she could pull away, I continued. “You could tie me to the bed and you would be on top of me.”
A sharp gasp passed through those lush, red lips. I searched her face for any signs of repulsion at my plan. There was none. Her blue eyes were hazed and her cheeks flushed. Fuck, she was sexy as sin.
“You’d let me tie you up?” she murmured. I nodded. “Aren’t you scared I’d hurt you?”
“You can do anything you want to me, my wildling,” I rasped, like the damn lovestruck fool that I was. “Pain, pleasure… anything from you, it’s heaven.”
She blinked, her dark lashes casting shadows against her pale skin. I wished she were an open book. There were so many layers to her that she always managed to surprise me with.
“Then take me to bed, Dante.”
I didn’t waste any time. I jumped out of the car, opening her door, then rushed into the house, practically dragging us both up the stairs. Like the end of the world was upon us, and it was about to be the first and last time I’d taste my wife.
Once in our bedroom, I let her go and prowled through the room, kicking my shoes off. In one swift move, I took off my sweater and discarded it on the floor. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off. I lay on the bed and found my wife watching me, smiling.
“You seem very eager,” she teased softly, walking slowly toward the bed.
“Two years is a long time,” I grumbled.
“Two years? Seriously?” At my nod, she agreed. “It is.” Tilting her head slightly at my still-covered dick, she said, “You going to keep your boxers on?”
I lowered my eyes. I left them on for her so she’d feel safer. “Probably better since it’s our first time.”
I knew it was the right choice when relief skirted over her expression. She wanted this but there was anxiety there too. After the way I tricked her into this marriage, I owed it to her to do right by her. I wanted to do right by her.
“Okay,” she said.
Reaching to the nightstand, I pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Her eyebrows rose to her hairline and curiosity entered her blue eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’ve used those before?” she asked, a hint of jealousy lacing her voice.
“I haven’t,” I assured her, smiling smugly.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like her jealousy.
It meant she wasn’t as indifferent toward me as she let me believe for the past two years.
“Trust me, I’d never been cuffed or used cuffs before.
Priest left these.” She raised a surprised brow while curiosity flared in her eyes.
“They’re brand new,” I added. “I’ll get better ones from the sex store.
” I winked. Her face turned crimson, but she couldn’t hide her lingering curiosity.
Ah , it would seem she liked the idea of going to the sex store.
“But you’ll have to go with me,” I added. “Do we have a deal?”
She blew out a breath with less gusto than usual. “I guess, if I must.”
“You must,” I confirmed. “Now, come and cuff me, wife. I know you’ve been dreaming of this your whole life.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite to it. Her smile was too soft and her blush told me she was eager to try this.
She kicked off her Uggs, then she drew her yellow pullover over her head. Her breathing was heavy, but there was an eagerness in her gaze she couldn’t hide. Her hips swayed as she made her way toward our bed, but she kept her eyes on me.
My cock twitched with each step she took closer to me. The pushup bra she wore hid her breasts from me, but I could still see how full and gorgeous they were. I couldn’t wait to taste them. To hear more of her moans as I sucked on her nipples.
Fuck.
We’d have to hurry up or I’d truly come in my boxers.
The mattress dipped as she crawled onto the bed, then came to rest between my spread legs. She reached for the cuffs, her body above me and her boobs hovering right by my face. I couldn’t resist lifting my head and licking her right nipple over the thin material.
She shuddered, and before I could wonder whether it was in pleasure, a tiny moan slipped from her lips. It was heaven. It was fucking hell.
Click.
“You’re cuffed,” she announced softly and she fell back down my body, straddling my hips. “Now what?”
Her eyes darted to my lips and she licked her own. The sight had my cock straining for her pussy. But she was still wearing jeans.
“Maybe you can lose the jeans and your panties,” I suggested. “If you feel comfortable.”
It wasn’t as if I was experienced in fooling around while being cuffed.
But this was for her. For our future. She nodded before standing and shimmying her jeans and panties down her gorgeous legs.
Her bra followed, joining the pool of clothes on the floor.
My cock jumped eagerly. She was breathtaking, but it was so much more than that.
Her eyes sparkled cobalt blue, the lightest shade I’d ever seen them turn.
Her auburn hair spilled down her back, following the graceful curve of her shoulders.
Her fair skin tempted to be marked. Ruined.
The sight of those full breasts and pebbled nipples was almost enough to set me off.
I couldn’t wait until she was ready for me to touch her. If I could tattoo myself onto her skin, I totally would. She was already buried in my heart and etched into my soul; I wanted to return the favor.
“You have a beautiful body,” I rasped and her eyes snapped to me. Vulnerable. Fierce. Stubborn. Juliette had layers for it all.
“So do you,” she murmured.
Her gaze traveled over me, from my calves, up my muscular legs, then lingered at the tent in my boxers. She darted a look my way, then let it fall back to my cock as it strained, eager for her touch.
She sat next to me, and to my shock, her hand wrapped around my cock through my boxers. A tortured groan left my lips and my hips bucked into her palm.
“Touch me later,” I growled. “Straddle me and sit on my face.”
I watched in fascination as she obeyed me, her generous breasts rising up and down with each breath.
The dim lights of our bedroom reflected against her glossy dark strands.
It reflected colors of auburn and dark brown.
One day, I’d wrap my fist around her long hair and fuck her mouth. But not now. Tonight was for her.
Her legs parted and she scooted up my body. Her inner thighs were slick from her arousal and left smears over my chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating.
Juliette’s hands came to my shoulders, holding on for balance.
“This is gonna be awkward,” she grumbled, shifting up and trying to figure out how to do this gracefully. I didn’t want grace. I wanted her pussy. On my face. Now.
“Juliette,” I rasped, my control rattling the bars of its cage. “Fuck awkward. Sit on my face. I want your pussy to suffocate me. Now!”
My wife gasped in shock. If my hands were free, I’d slap her ass to get her going.
“But you won’t be able to breathe,” she protested on a whimper.
“If there is a way to die, it’s with your pussy on my face,” I growled. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
With a shocked and excited expression, she scooted further up my body, her hands reaching for the headboard to steady herself. I tilted my head upward and inhaled deeply, then licked a slow path over her entrance. She smelled like heaven.
Mine.
The word was like a growl in my chest, threatening to spill, but I didn’t think she was ready.
I nipped her clit in gentle punishment for making me wait so long, then licked it.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her thighs quivering. Fuck! She was dripping wet.
Her arousal perfumed the air, and it was the best kind of scent. I scraped the scruff of my beard against the delicate skin of her inner thighs. I tilted my face and she lowered her hips down until her pussy came to settle over my face.
“Fuck,” she breathed, and finally sat all the way down. Her eyes locked on me as my mouth went to work. Her blue eyes became hazy, like she was drunk. Our eyes locked as I ate her pussy like it was the last fucking meal I’d ever get. She was my heaven and hell. My yin and yang.
I licked and sucked, her hips rocking against my mouth. Her moans were the sweetest fucking sounds I had ever heard. Her hips rolled each time I flattened my tongue against her pussy.
“My wildling wife, this pussy is mine,” I hissed as I nipped her clit and a loud whimper vibrated through the air.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, the desperation in her voice spurring me on. She was wet and slippery, the flesh around her sensitive nub swollen. My wife was needy and greedy.
This was the best fucking idea I’d had in my entire life. Leave me cuffed, chained, I didn’t give a shit. As long as my wife’s pussy was on my face.
I lapped at her, drinking my fill, thrusting my tongue inside her entrance.
“Dante,” she exclaimed on a moan, rocking back and forth, fucking herself on my tongue and my face. “O-ohhh…”
“You are fucking beautiful,” I purred against her. “Smother me with that pussy, Wildling. This is how I want to die.”
She stilled, her eyes locked on me. Her cheeks were flushed, but so was her entire body.
“Don’t die,” she breathed, inching away slightly. “I—I like you eating my pussy. I want it every day.”
Fuck!
My cock twitched and throbbed. “Give me back my pussy,” I demanded in a growl. “I won’t die. Now let me finish what I started.”
Her little moan filled the air. She watched me through her heavy eyelids and she shifted her body down and I slammed my face against her pussy. A groan left me at the same time she moaned, her thighs shuddering with the impact. I drew her clit between my lips, her hips rocking back and forth.
Relentless and eager to see her come, I pushed my tongue inside her entrance and her thighs tensed around my head. I hummed my approval as her hips rocked hard against my face. I sucked hard like my life depended on this. Her fingers left the board and threaded through my hair.
Her head fell back and her eyelids fluttered shut. The most magnificent blissful expression passed her face, and I knew she was coming. Her fingers gripped my hair. My scalp burned. It didn’t fucking matter. It was the best feeling in the world.
Her body jerked and trembled as her thighs squeezed around my head. She came with a whimper, her body shuddering in climax. It was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen. She rocked her hips and I lapped her sensitive sex as shudders rolled down her naked body.
Breathless, she slumped over, sliding her body down over mine, her bare breasts in my face. I pressed my face between them and chuckled. “Woman, you’re tempting the devil,” I said, taking her nipple between my teeth and tugging it gently.
Another shudder rolled down her spine and a soft moan sounded from her lips. I let go of her nipple and searched her face.
“Take my mouth,” I ordered her. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips.”
“Holy shit,” she rasped, but she obeyed. It turned out Juliette was more than obedient in the bedroom; she was eager. I fucking loved it.
Our lips met and I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
My cock was painfully rock hard in my boxers.
It throbbed to be inside her. My balls ached, but I didn’t give a shit.
My wife let me eat her pussy and she orgasmed.
On my face. And soon, hopefully on my dick.
I didn’t give a shit when. I was just fucking happy.
Bottom line, she was in my bed. My home. My heart.