Chapter 21 #2
I pop off his thumb and kiss his chest. My hands smooth over his hips. I’ve never had this opportunity to explore a man with my hands and mouth. I’m sure some guys wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t want them.
Not the way I want him.
“You don’t have to fuck me, Dante.” I lick his salty skin. “I just want to explore.”
His hands press against the tile on either side of my head. “Whatever you want, pip.”
A thrill goes through me as I kiss his chest. Finding one of his flat nipples, I open my mouth around it and flick the hardened tip with my tongue. His breath rushes out, so I do it again.
I suction my mouth over it and run my hands over his hard ass, pressing my breasts against his hot skin. His body tenses against mine and I grow wetter between my thighs as my nipples harden against him.
His cock presses against my stomach. I want to touch it, but I want him to feel that anticipation the way I do. So, I work my way over to his other nipple and flick it with my tongue, before sucking on it.
“Sara.” It’s a plea. A worshipful word that makes me giddy. I want to worship him in a way I’ve never wanted to with anyone else.
My hands move between us and I lift my chin so I can watch his face. His head hangs. His wet, blond hair is bound in a bun with tendrils escaping it. His lips are firm, and if I could reach, I’d kiss them, tease them, part them with my tongue and taste every inch.
I wait there. His eyes are closed. My fingers massage his hips, waiting.
His eyes open and meet mine. I gasp at the heat in them. The restraint. Fuck, I want to unleash Dante. Unravel this perfect man.
I lean back against the tile, taking my skin away from his. I miss it as soon as it’s gone, but I want to watch this and I want him to see.
I lower my eyes to his cock, jutting proudly from his hips. So thick and long. Honestly, it’s beautiful. I drag my fingers over his hip bone and along his abs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my fingertips, until my fingers brush his shaft.
My gaze shifts up to his face as I slide my hand around him. His lips part as he watches me tentatively stroke down to where his cock meets his body and then back up, stopping at the ridge of his head.
His eyes darken and my insides burn with need.
I return my gaze to his cock and trace my fingertips over the ridge and through the precum gathering at his tip. I bring my finger to my lips, tasting it. Salty and earthy.
He groans above me, but he’s no longer trying to stop me. His light blue eyes remain focused on my hand. My pussy throbs, thinking about how it would feel to take him inside me.
To have him fill me with his cock. Stretch me to fit him. I lift my other hand to cup his balls.
“Fuck, pip.”
“How does that feel?” I’m curious. Am I doing it right?
“Good.” He lifts his eyes to mine and his arms tense against the wall.
I glide my fingers down the underside of his cock before dragging my nails lightly back up. How much control will Dante have before he breaks? It’s an interesting problem I’m determined to discover the answer to.
He’s so tall that if I dropped to my knees, I wouldn’t be able to reach him with my mouth. So I bend at the waist and lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Sara, you don’t have to—”
Lifting my eyes, I meet his so he can see exactly how I feel. “I want to. I know how you taste. I want to feel you come inside my mouth.”
Without waiting for him to try to talk me out of it, I lean and take his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting his precum. I hum at the solid feel of him before taking him deeper.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I stroke as I try to take him farther into my mouth.
“Pip, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
I don’t care. I want to feel this, to bring this man to his knees for me. I want control over my life. Wyatt saw me at my most vulnerable. I don’t regret doing it or even that he saw it, but it wasn’t meant for him.
The reason I did it, to drive this man insane. Because Dante wants me but never takes me.
His fingers thread into my hair and I worry he’s going to pull me away. Instead, he brushes my hair to one side and strokes his fingers over my cheek.
“Do you like the way I taste, pip?”
I clench my thighs together as his words make me ache with need. I hum around his cock.
“You can take me deeper. Just breathe through your nose.” His large hand cradles the back of my head as he pushes me down more. I moan around him, feeling him so deep inside my mouth that he’s nudging my gag reflex.
“Swallow, pip.”
When I do, he makes this pleased noise that rushes over me like warm rain.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth? Take you hard and fast until you’re filled with my cum?” His fingers relax on my head.
Fuck, I want that. I press into his hand and whimper. His other hand reaches down to cup my breast, holding it, molding it. When his fingers caress my nipple, sparks ignite throughout my body.
“I’ll make sure you get what you need like a good girl.” He threads his fingers through my hair and draws me almost all the way off his cock. “Use your tongue. Slide it through my slit and clean up the mess you’re making of my dick.”
My knees feel weak as I do what he says, tasting more precum.
“Good girl. I’ll go slow at first.” He presses my head, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, past my gag reflex, and holds me there when I try to come off. “It’s okay. Just swallow, pip.”
My eyes tear up. I swallow and try to relax and breathe out my nose, but there’s not a lot of air getting through. He draws me back and I gasp around his dick. My eyes lift to his and he’s watching me with such tenderness.
When he pinches my nipple, I moan. My knees weaken as he pushes back into my throat. He gives me a moment to adjust each time, until he pushes in and I relax around him.
“Good girl. Faster now and then I’ll fill you with my cum. You’re going to swallow like a good girl, right, pip?”
I moan around his tip in my mouth, remembering the way his cum shot out of his cock in my bedroom. I press my hot pussy against the tile, wishing I was taking him deep inside me instead.
He begins to thrust his hips and move my head while tugging at my nipple. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. His pace quickens as his breath comes out in sharp bursts. I suck on him, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Sara!” he bellows as his cock jerks against my tongue and hot cum fills the back of my throat. I swallow, trying to capture it all. I’m wound up and my pussy aches. But this is fulfilling in its own way.
Dante is here for me.