Natalie #3
Dante steps out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. We have come away for the weekend to a hotel by the beach for my birthday. I never really celebrated it but Dante was adamant on spoiling me, even though my birthday was last week.
But that’s what my man does, he goes the extra mile just because he can. I feel so lucky! What did I do to deserve such a blessing?
The tattoo on the left side of his chest is still healing from when he got it done last week.
The cherry blossoms give an amazing background to the dark green Chinese dragon.
I found the design in a magazine a few weeks ago and when I told him I think it would suit him, he surprised me when he turned up last week with a fresh tattoo to go along with the rest all over his body.
I let my eyes roam down to his abs, then lower to his deep V and notice his dick twitching under the towel.
God, I’m so lucky. Not only is he sweet and caring, but my boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous.
“Hey beautiful, I missed you.” He purrs and starts walking toward me, his hands hold my waist pulling me closer. The top of my dress starts to soak through with the wetness of his body.
Good job it’s the middle of summer and I can dry off quickly.
“I only went to the store for some wine.” I chuckle. “Aghh put me down.” I laugh. He throws me down on the bed and climbs over me. His wet hair drips on my face. “You’re getting me wet.” I groan, wiping off the droplets of water.
“Mmm really? Good.” I feel his smile against my neck as he peppers kisses over the sensitive skin.
Not what I meant, but I’m not going to complain.
His hand comes up and starts unzipping the side zipper of my dress.
My skin goosebumps under his delicate touch.
Dante already knows my body so well and it’s only been three and a half months since we started dating.
He’s been so patient with me throughout everything.
He didn’t run when I asked to take it slow, instead he slowly got to know what I like and what I don’t.
His touch is gentle and soft. I’ve never been with anyone like Dante and fuck I think I’m in love.
Could this be love?
I wrap my legs around him and pull him down. I feel his hardened cock press against my stomach, letting me know how much he desires me.
Does he feel the same way about me as I do him?
Reaching down I unwrap his towel and throw it to the side, scratching along the hard lines of his stomach as I do.
He steadily starts licking and nipping up my neck to my jaw, quiet moans coming from the both of us.
His hand comes up to squeeze my breast through my clothing, my nipples harden in reaction, grazing against the lace of my bra.
Sex was never really satisfying for me. It always brought back horrid memories.
Yet with Dante, it’s like I can’t get enough.
It’s like my body knows he can be trusted with it.
I crave him like an alcoholic craves alcohol.
Dante is my drug and I’m addicted. Not just to his touch.
I’m addicted to his heart, his body, his soul.
I’m addicted to him.
I love him.
I love him.
I love him.
The three little words repeat in my head again and again.
I’ve never felt love before so I don’t know what it feels like.
Yet this must be love, it has to be. I feel warm when I’m around him and cold when I’m not.
My mind is consumed with thoughts about our future, if he would cry while I walk up the aisle toward him while I wear a white dress, what our babies would look like.
I picture us as a little old couple sitting side by side in comfy chairs in front of the fire, reading our books with cups of coffee on the little table between us.
I imagine us being buried together. Together in this life and the next.
I love him.
But it’s way too soon to tell him. I don’t want to ruin what we have by spilling my feelings too quickly.
“I need you.” I whisper. “Please.” I stroke up his length, he takes a shaky breath before capturing my lips with his. His kisses are passionate, slow and has my heart racing every time. Not just that, but the butterflies in my stomach go feral. I’ve never felt like this, ever.
“Patience, kitten.” He starts to stroke up my thigh, the silky fabric of my dress tickles as he lifts it.
“You know it’s worth the wait every time.
” He smirks. He may be a smug bastard but he’s right.
His fingertips graze against the lace of my underwear.
“So wet already.” He teases my entrance through the lace.
I wrap my arms around his back, digging my nails in slightly.
He moans quietly in my ear, then slips a finger under the lace and glides up my slit.
“Only for you.” I breathe. He finally stops his teasing and slips his finger inside. I lift my hips, begging for more. His lips connect with mine again, our tongues dance with each other, his finger moves in and out leisurely, and his thumb finds my clit. “Ahh,” I moan sensually between kisses.
“Mmm, let me hear you, kitten.” No more being quiet, no more being still.
“Dante.” I moan his name. “Fuck that feels good.” He pulls away from me and I groan with frustration.
He chuckles and tells me to sit up. He carefully removes my dress before laying me back down and resumes his teasing.
Kissing me again, he makes his way down my neck to my breasts, using his teeth to lower the cups on my bra before drawing my nipple into his mouth. “Dante.” I whimper.
“Say my name again.” He pecks and licks down my stomach, slowly pulling my underwear down my legs as he does.
“Dante.” I smile. “Mr Dante Moreno.” He chuckles and kisses my thigh before capturing my clit between his lips.
“Ohh God.” My body trembles with pleasure.
He hums with contentment while sucking on my sensitive bud, he inserts another finger and strokes my inner walls.
He knows my body that well he can have me cumming within seconds.
Using his free hand he lifts my legs over his shoulders.
His strokes turn into pumps as he starts to fuck me with his fingers.
His mouth licks and sucks my bud. I writhe against him as my breathing quickens, “Ahh.”
“That’s right. Let me hear you, kitten.” He groans against me.
“Dante, please.” I cry when he slows down his movements.
“I can never deny you, Nat you know that. I just want to savor the feeling of you a little longer.” His fingers keep moving - slowly - as he peppers kisses over my hips and thighs.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asks and I chuckle, throwing my arm over my eyes.
“Only about a thousand times.”
“Only a thousand.” He tuts playfully “I need to up my game.”
He kisses my clit before flicking it with his tongue, eliciting a loud moan from me.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“Dante.” I almost sob, I’m so close.
“I know.” I feel him smile against my thigh.
He speeds up his thrusts and sucks hard on my clit, making me explode.
My muscles tighten as my pussy clenches around his fingers.
“I love you.” I cry out. Shit. Why did I have to say that?
Fucking idiot, now he’s going to leave you.
He shifts up the bed, I can feel him above me but he’s quiet. I fucked up. I royally fucked up.
“Look at me, gattina .” He whispers. I shake my head. “Come on Nat, look at me, please.”
Exhaling slowly, I open my eyes and see he is looking down at me smiling. “I didn’t do anything different but I must have if you screamed that.” He chuckles. I don’t reply, just look at him with tears in my eyes.
His smile fades. “You meant it?” I nod. “Fuck.” He laughs, “I was going to tell you tonight Nat. I got you a locket and everything. I didn’t know how you were going to take it.” He rests his hardness against my core, leans down and kisses me. “I love you too, kitten.”
“You do?” I whimper, my heart pitter patters hard under my ribs. No-one has ever told me they loved me before.
“I do.” I lift my hips, covering his length with my juices. “So much, sometimes it’s hard for me to hold my love for you back. I didn’t want to scare you.”
“You won’t scare me, Dante.” I lean up on my elbows and capture his lips with mine. “I’ve never had anyone love me before. I may be a little nervous, sometimes I may be afraid of doing something wrong. But never scared of you.” His spectacular brown eyes burn into mine.
“Ti amo, gattina.” He whispers between kisses. “I need to feel you.”
“Then make love to me.” I reach across and grab a condom from the nightstand, open it and slowly roll it down his length. His arms barely hold up his vibrating body, and his elbows hit the mattress as soon as I finish putting on the condom.
“Always.” He slowly thrusts inside me. I wrap my legs around him, keeping him close. My hips meet his as we move together. “You’re sensational, Nat. I can’t believe you’re mine.” I hate when people say that. But coming from Dante, I don't mind it.
“I’m yours. Only yours.” Belonging to someone always gave me shivers. I used to belong to Pa and he abused that fact. But belonging to someone who genuinely loves me feels incredible. “I love you, baby.”
“Say that again.” He strokes my hair from my face and leans his forehead against mine.
“I love you.” I hold his face in my hands. “I. Love. You.”
“I love you too, gattina . So fucking much.” He stills and glides his hands behind my back.
I brace myself for what comes next as he spins us so I’m straddling him.
He sits up and shuffles back until his back hits the headboard.
He lifts his knees and pulls me in close.
We haven’t been in this position before, it’s intimate and sensual at the same time.
He starts moving, thrusting into me deep and slow.
Sweat clings to my skin, our breath mixes in the air between us.
The only sounds in the room are our quiet moans and our bodies slapping together with each thrust.