22. Chapter Twenty-Two Dante
Chapter Twenty-Two: Dante
I could barely keep my hands on the wheel, the black leather slipping under my sweaty palms as I navigated through New York’s deserted streets. The city was our private labyrinth, and the hum of the engine played background to the heat that simmered between us. Jade sat there, her curves hugged by the dress she wore, a smirk dancing on her lips.
She wasn’t wearing her leggings or her underwear anymore, and the sight of her legs was driving me crazy.
“Bet you thought about taking me right on the floor of the restaurant,” she teased, breaking the silence.
“Christ, Jade,” I exhaled, my grip tightening. “You have no idea. But I’ve got this trick, see? Learned it way back in college.” I shot her a half-grin. “Flexing the thigh muscles diverts the...excitement.”
“Really now?” Her eyes glinted with mischief. “And why would you want to stop yourself?”
“Because when I finally take you,” I said, voice low, “I plan on making it count. Give you the kind of release that’s worth waiting for.”
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and I didn’t need a mirror to know I was hard again. Damn her blushes.
“Every time you turn that color, I swear...” I let the words hang, the air thick with unsaid promises.
In one fluid motion, I steered us into the parking space outside her building. The glow from the streetlights painted her face in soft amber tones, revealing an eagerness that mirrored my own. I killed the engine and stepped out, reaching over to open her door. She slid out like a dream, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away.
“Can still smell you,” I murmured, leaning in close enough for my breath to brush her neck. “How wet you are.”
Jade shivered, and I knew it wasn’t from the autumn chill. “The wine,” I nodded toward her feet where the bottle lay uncorked, a souvenir from the night’s earlier indulgence.
“Right,” she said, bending to pick it up, giving me a view that made my throat dry.
I grabbed the bottle from her. “Open your mouth,” I said.
Jade complied, biting her lower lip in anticipation. I tilted the bottle, letting a few drops of the midnight red wine slip onto her tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed, savoring the taste before looking up at me with a smoldering gaze.
The sight was almost enough to unravel me right there, but I maintained control. “Good,” I complimented, my voice rougher than I intended.
She twisted a lock of hair around her finger, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she looked away. “Let’s go inside.”
The elevator ride up to her floor was a silent battle of restraint. The confined space magnified everything—her breath hitching slightly, the way she leaned into me without realizing it, the faintest brush of her body against mine. It was an unspoken dance of anticipation, each small movement charged with meaning.
“Could’ve been at my penthouse by now,” I remarked casually, though there was nothing casual about the way my body reacted to her proximity.
“BioHQ is closer from here,” Jade countered, her eyes locked on the ascending numbers above the elevator door. “Efficiency for the morning.”
“Efficiency,” I echoed, suppressing a chuckle. “Right.”
When we reached her apartment, the key barely had time to turn in the lock before the door swung open and we stumbled inside. Without a moment’s hesitation, my lips crashed down onto hers, devouring any pretense of patience I might have feigned. She responded with equal fervor, her fingers clawing at my shirt as if it were a barrier to be conquered.
Clothes were shed without care, our movements hurried and rough. Her dress landed somewhere near the couch, my jacket following suit. There was no time for neatness, no room for second thoughts. All that mattered was the heat of her skin against mine as we navigated through the sparse light of her living room.
“Bedroom,” she gasped between kisses, her hands fumbling with the button of my pants.
“Lead the way,” I managed, voice strained with desire.
She pulled away just enough to guide me, walking backward with lips parted and eyes dark with longing. I followed like a man possessed, every rational thought drowned out by the need to claim her, to lose myself in the sweet obliviousness of her embrace.
The moonlight spilled through her bedroom curtains, casting an ethereal glow over the scene as I laid Jade down on the bed. Each touch was calculated, every movement a testament to the hunger that raged within me. My hands roamed her body, mapping out the terrain of her curves and valleys with a possessive intent.
“Remember how you touched yourself, thinking of me?” I murmured, my voice rough with arousal.
A soft “Yes” escaped her lips, barely audible, but laced with anticipation.
“Where’s the toy you used?” I asked, my need to see her unravel under my command growing stronger by the second.
“Nightstand,” she breathed out, her chest heaving.
I reached over, snatching the vibrator from where it lay. The silent promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air as I turned my attention back to her.
Her response was immediate—a symphony of gasps and moans that drove me wild. With deliberate care, I parted her thighs and descended upon her with my tongue, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her pleasure. My fingers joined the dance, one coated with the slickness of my own making before pressing into her, eliciting another sharp cry from her lips.
“Fuck, Dante,” she whimpered, her body tensing and releasing in rapid succession.
“Let go for me, Jade,” I coaxed, my movements unrelenting.
The vibrator hummed to life against her clit, and she bucked beneath me. Riding the wave of intense pleasure I was orchestrating, Jade’s body began to convulse. The sight of her lost in ecstasy was more intoxicating than any high I’d ever experienced. I increased the speed of the toy and my tongue, pushing her towards the precipice.
And then she came, her release a wild cry that echoed through the silent room. Her body arched off the bed, back arching as her fingers dug into my shoulders. I continued my ministrations, drawing out her orgasm as I pressed a crooked finger against her g-spot.
“Can you squirt again for me, beautiful?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but I kept up the pace, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. My fingers sunk deeper inside her, hitting that magic spot that had her gasping and writhing beneath me.
“I don’t know if I can…” she said, her legs moving. “I’m so sensitive, I…”
“I told you I would make you come until you cried,” I said. “I didn’t say you could come, but I didn’t say you could stop.”
Her protest was lost in a moan as I increased the pressure, the toy vibrating against her swollen bud even as my fingers moved relentlessly within her. She was trembling, her hands gripping my hair as if I were her only anchor in the storm of pleasure threatening to consume her.
“Dante,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “I... I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” I said, voice firm but surprisingly gentle. “For me.”
She shuddered beneath me, a soft whimper escaping her lips. With a final thrust and flick of my fingers and the relentless hum of the toy, she let out a scream that ricocheted off the walls. A rush of warmth wet my hand and soaked the sheets beneath us. Jade’s body tensed before collapsing back onto the bed, panting and shivering from the intensity of her release.
But I didn’t give her time to recover. “Ride this wave,” I said. “Because I’m about to fuck your pretty pussy with my cock and I want you to remember every inch of me.”
“Dante, I…” she began, but her words were cut off by a moan as I slid into her, the wetness from her previous orgasms making it easy for me to be buried to the hilt.
She was still twitching, the aftershocks of pleasure making her tight around me. My breath hitched, the sensation almost too much to bear. But there was a promise to keep – one of pure carnal pleasure, and I was not one to break my promises.
The rhythm started slow, each thrust dragging along her sensitive walls. Her nails dug into my back, imprints that would surely leave marks in the morning. But the pain was nothing compared to the sweet torture of feeling her around me.
With each thrust, her moans grew louder, more desperate, a sweet symphony to my ears. The sight of her beneath me, her body writhing in pleasure, was enough to drive any man insane with desire. And I was no exception.
“Fuck,” she said. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re so tight, beautiful,” I shot back, my rhythm picking up speed. Her words, her moans, they were all egging me on, fueling the fire in my veins.
With each thrust I could feel her body respond, her walls clenching around me in a way that had my own body shuddering in response. My own pleasure was building, a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume us both.
“But you can take it, can’t you?” I asked, leaning down to nip at her sensitive nipples. “You can take every inch of me.”
Her response was a choked-out moan, her body arching into mine, her fingers gripping my shoulders like vices. Her body was ablaze beneath me, each touch sparking another wave of pleasure that coiled within her.
“God...Dante,” she gasped, surrendering to the unrelenting rhythm of our bodies. “Don’t...don’t stop.”
A grin broke across my face at her desperate pleas. The sight of her underneath me, flushed and writhing in pleasure, was enough to set my blood on fire. And I had no intention of stopping.
I increased the pace, my thrusts becoming more relentless as I sought to drive us both off the edge. My fingers dug into her hip bones for leverage, pulling her closer with each thrust. Her moans got louder, turning into a high pitched wail, the sound of pure ecstasy echoing through the room.
“Are you close?” I growled in her ear. I felt her nod against me, her nails digging painfully into my back as her body tensed beneath me. She was on the cusp, teetering on the edge of oblivion, and it was my job to push her off.
“Then come with me,” I commanded, my voice a hoarse whisper against her ear. “Let go and let me feel you.”
Her response was a wordless cry, lost in the cacophony of our combined moans and panting breaths. But I didn’t need words to know she was there with me, ready to tumble into the abyss of pleasure.
With one final, powerful thrust, we both went over the edge. Her body bucked beneath me, her walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip that sent me spiraling into my own release. My hips jerked erratically as I buried myself deep within her, riding the waves of ecstasy that washed over us both.
As the world spun into a haze of pleasure, I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled together. Her chest heaved beneath mine, each gasp in sync with my own ragged breathing. Her fingers traced lazy circles across my back, the touch soothing against my heated skin.
“Fuck...Dante,” she gasped out, her voice shaky from exertion. “I...that was...”
“Four?” I asked. “That was at least four orgasms, right?”
She laughed. The sound, so warm and joyously exhausted, made my heart flutter in a strange, unfamiliar way. “I lost count after the first two,” Jade admitted with a light chuckle, her fingers continuing to gently dance across the expanse of my back.
“I didn’t,” I said. “We’ll make you come more next time.”