41. Dante #2
The sound of my name on her lips always did it for me. It was the most beautiful melody. The most perfect sound.
I lifted my head, and she stared back at me with a gaze full of lust and something else shining in those gorgeous blue eyes. It almost looked like adoration. Fuck, could it be love?
“You want to come?”
She nodded eagerly, panting, her mane sprawled around her head like a fan. “Please, Dante.”
I lowered my head again and gently scraped my teeth over her clit before I sucked on it.
A moan vibrated through the room, her hips bucked.
She was dripping down her thighs and I eagerly lapped at every drop of it like I was starving.
And all the while, I finger-fucked her, drowning in the adrenaline buzzing in my ears and her whimpering moans.
The taste of her was addictive. I knew it’d be something I’d do for the rest of our lives.
Between her moans and her taste, there’d be no cure for me.
She was my salvation. Juliette ground against my face, her movements frantic and desperate, and her pleading whines grew louder the longer I ate her out.
I pressed my thumb against her clit and curled my fingers until they hit the spot.
She arched off the bed with a sharp cry, shudders wracking her body.
She came so hard her body trembled, and I held her hips still so I could keep fucking her with my tongue. She was the altar to which I was always meant to worship.
My wife slumped back, lying in a boneless heap on the bed.
My balls ached and my cock was rock hard. Painfully so. I had to get to the bathroom and jerk off, or I’d get no fucking sleep tonight.
I moved to get off the bed, but Juliette stopped me, her fingers wrapping around my forearm. “Wait.”
She stared at my cock. “Let me take care of you.”
Her fingers brushed over my shaft and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“This was for you,” I said, voice coarse as ever. “You’re not ready for more.”
As much as I wanted her to be ready for it all, we had time and there was no need to rush. We had our entire lives.
Juliette wouldn’t have it though. Her nails dug into my thighs, her eyes locking on my cock that seemed to respond under her gaze. Precum glistened on the tip of it and the way she licked her lips had my dick throbbing.
“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered.
“Juliette…”
The word died on my lips, morphing into a groan the second her hand wrapped around my cock. She shifted down my body, then leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head of my length, lapping up the beads of precum.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, like she approved.
Fuck, that noise!
She took me fully in her mouth and all my reason ceased to exist. All I could concentrate on was her warm mouth around me. The sounds she made as she bobbed her head, back and forth. I was in heaven.
Nothing, fucking nothing, could feel better than this.
My blood shot through my veins like lava while my heart pumped hard with lust and love. It had to be love. She felt like home. Like a need that I couldn’t live without.
I tangled my hands in Juliette’s hair, her head bobbing up and down. She was so fucking beautiful. I loved her sassiness. Her spirit. And most of all, her soft side in those rare times she let me see it.
She attempted to fit all of me down her throat, but let out a small, frustrated sound. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, only the popping sound filling the space.
Her eyes snapped to me, flashing in defiance.
“I’m not done,” she mumbled frustrated.
“Let’s try a different—”
“Dante, I said, I’m not done,” she hissed, cutting me off. Fuck, she was sassy and that made me even harder.
“Thank God,” I rasped. “We’re just going to swap positions, but you tell me if it gets to be too much. Okay?”
She nodded and I repositioned her on her back again. My body hovered over her. Instantly, she froze, her eyes filling with anguish.
“Okay, that won’t work,” I muttered, getting to my feet before she had a full-blown panic attack.
She jumped up from the bed. “Please don’t go.”
I cupped her cheek, the vulnerability in her eyes gutting me. If I could kill that fucking asshole all over again, I would.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her, both of us standing chest to chest. My thumb brushed over her lower lip gently and her tongue darted out, licking the pad of it, sucking it into her mouth.
She slowly lowered down to her knees. The queen didn’t belong on her knees, but fuck, I wasn’t a saint nor was I a man with morals. The image would forever be seared into my mind.
Her palms came to my hips, fingers curling into my skin.
“We can do it like this,” she rasped softly. My heart raced against my ribs, ready to plunge my dick into her warm mouth, but I kept myself still. We’d do this at her pace.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I reminded her.
At the nod of her head, I slid the tip of my cock across her lips before I nudged it into her mouth. She eagerly took me in, but I paused every few inches to let her acclimate to my size until I was finally, blissfully, buried all the way down her throat.
A growl vibrated in my throat. Juliette’s eyes were locked on mine with her soft expression. Her gaze was dark and she was so brave. So fucking eager.
She sucked on my cock, her head bobbing back and forth. My head fell back, but I kept my eyes on her. My fingers gripped her hair as she kept taking me in and out. Her eyes welled with tears, and I stilled. “Too much?”
She shook her head and I pushed myself inside, deep into her throat. A groan vibrated in my chest and we worked up to a rhythm—starting slowly, then faster and harder. Juliette’s small noises and moans sent tiny vibrations up my cock.
“Fuck, that’s it, Wildling.”
Sweat beaded on my skin as I drove in and out of her mouth.
The pressure built up at the bottom of my spine.
Her warm mouth took me eagerly, taking every thrust with a moan deep in her throat.
I didn’t last long. The silky warmth of her mouth, the sight of her breasts bouncing, and her eyes on me pushed me over the edge.
My orgasm slammed into me with the power of a hurricane. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I spurted deep into her throat, filling her. White cum trickled down her chin, but she ignored it as she swallowed every single drop.
I pulled out of her mouth, the buzzing still loud in my ears, my veins, and my head. I swept the cum off her chin and smeared it over her lip. Her tongue darted out, licking it clean, and I was hard again.
Just like that.
“Fuck, woman,” I rasped.
She blinked, a hazy expression taking over. I cupped her face, helping her up onto her feet. “Are you okay?”
“That was… wow.”
A sardonic breath left me. “I agree.”
I gave her a quick kiss before I scooped her up and carried her back onto the bed. Exhaustion and satisfaction lined her face.
She hadn’t complained about there being only one bed in the house since that first night. I interpreted it my way—she wanted to sleep with me too. Well, aside from the bed she ordered and I canceled but it was all semantics. She wanted to sleep with me. I was just ensuring she got what she wanted.
I tucked her beneath the covers, then slid in beside her, pulling her into me.