Chapter 28
Dante
My mind screamed at me to take what she was offering.
My cock immediately hardened at her words. The effect she had on me was as instant as it always was, and I couldn’t do anything else but imagine all the positions I could take her in, and all the ways we could make up for lost time.
I knew Rachel felt it too, as she rubbed herself against me, making my cock stiffen to an almost painful level.
She wasn’t even aware of her movements, her body moving of its own accord, responding to mine, the way it always had. I saw the hesitation in her eyes, and logic told me I should seize it, to heighten that feeling and bring us back down to earth.
But logic could go fuck itself. I wanted more of her.
I needed more of her.
But I knew a way we could do this without breaking any of the rules. We didn’t need to come back down to earth if we were willing to bend a few of those stipulations. And I had the perfect way of getting things kick started.
“You want to play with fire?” I challenged her, whispering my words against her lips.
“Try me,” she shot back, swallowing heavily as I moved to her neck and placed the tiniest of kisses against her frantically beating pulse.
I chuckled at her bravado, making her jump in response.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Let me put it this way: we can do this, and both go to bed happy and satisfied. You can put that mouth to good use and make this the perfect one off. Or you can continue ruining it by talking me out of it. Your choice.”
“Now who is sex obsessed?” I asked, placing another kiss on her neck and sucking the skin gently. “I had other plans in mind.”
“Oh?” she breathed, tilting her head back to give me better access.
“Tell me how many times you fucked yourself this past year thinking of me,” I dared her, whispering down her ear. Her sharp intake of breath almost had me cumming in my jeans.
Get a fucking grip of yourself, Dante!
“Did you think of me?” She said softly.
“You’re avoiding the question, but I’ll play along,” I said, rubbing my nose up her neck and gently biting the bottom of her earlobe.
She stumbled slightly, and I used it to my advantage, grabbing hold of her ass and pulling her tight against me.
“I’ve thought of nothing but you,” I told her, meeting her gaze and locking my eyes onto hers.
“I’d think of you above me, riding my cock slow and steady.
Night after night, I’d think of all the times I was sinking into you.
Hard and fast. Slow and deep. The times I had you begging for more.
All the times I teased you, edging you, or giving you orgasm after orgasm. ”
She groaned softly and thrust her hips forward, her breathing hitching in her throat. “What else?”
I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head before she could protest. “I’d think of the way you’d grab your tits right before you came,” I undid her bra and she moved her arms, helping me to slide it off her shoulders.
I dropped it on the floor next to us and then brought my lips back to her neck, kissing along her collarbone and down to her chest. I followed the path between her tits, my fingers skimming down the side of her body, stroking along her curves.
“I’d think of the way you’d wrap your tits around my cock when you were sucking it.
I’d think of all the times they were covered in my cum. ”
“Dante,” she breathed, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
I dropped to my knees and kissed down her stomach, all the way to the waistband of her trousers.
“I’d think of these legs wrapped around me, holding me tight as your fingers dug into my back,” I said, pushing the leggings down her legs.
“I’d remember picking you up, pinning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around my head, your soft thighs against my cheeks, bracketing my face as I ate out your pussy until you were screaming and begging for more. ”
She stepped out of her leggings and I pressed a kiss against the front of her thong, making her jump in response. Her hands moved to my shoulders, and I looked up at her, seeing her mouth slightly open and her eyes hooded.
I kissed my way back up her body, dragging my tongue along her stomach. She sucked in a sharp breath and breathed my name.
“I’d spend long, torturous nights remembering the taste of you.
The smell of you. The way my name sounded on your lips.
The way you’d give yourself to me so completely.
I’d remember these,” I whispered, closing my mouth around one of her nipples and sucking tightly.
“I’d remember how responsive you were to me.
How I’d only need to come close to you and your nipples would harden.
” I moved my head to her other nipple and repeated my movement.
She tipped her head back and let out a small moan that had my cock jerking, straining against my trousers to be free. I pulled away and blew cold air across her tits, making her suck in a sharp breath.
“But most of all,” I said, rising to my feet.
I grabbed her chin and brought my face close to hers, my mouth hovering just over her parted lips.
“I’d think about this,” I placed the smallest of kisses against her lips.
“This fucking mouth haunts me. I’d think of it wrapped around my cock, deep throating me like a good girl.
I’d think of you swallowing my cum, your tongue greedily taking every last drop.
” I kissed her again, my tongue running along her lower lip before I drew it into my mouth and bit down gently.
“Your mouth torments me, Rachel. I’d think of all the times you were screaming at me, and I’d still be fucking turned on by it.
I’d think of all the dirty, filthy words I used to be able to get to spill from your lips.
Every time I fucked my hand, it was always your smart, beautiful, sexy mouth that I thought about. ”
She pushed forward, lips claiming mine in a way that burned through any restraint I had left.
That kiss—wild, desperate—was the point of no return.
I was done playing. I kissed her back, my tongue sliding against hers, my hands coming up to fist her hair, pulling her head back so I could deepen the kiss.
She moaned into my mouth, and I knew I was fucked.
I couldn’t stop now. Not now that I had tasted her. Not now that I had seen how responsive she still was. I had to have her one way or another.