Chapter 29
Rachel
I could barely breathe when Dante finally kissed me.
He had kissed every inch of skin that he uncovered when he stripped me, and said all the words I had been dying to hear.
I felt worshipped in a way I hadn’t before. I always knew he wanted me. I knew we had indescribable chemistry, but hearing him say those words had done something to me I hadn’t expected.
My pussy was soaked, throbbing and aching for his touch. My legs were already shaking, my knees weak, and I wanted nothing more than for him to sink his cock in me and fuck me like it was the last time he would ever have me.
I wanted all of him. I wanted him everywhere.
I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy, buried inside me so deep I’d forget where I ended and he began.
And yet I knew it would never be enough. No matter how many times we did this, it was never enough. I craved him all the time. Every day. Even when I tried to deny it, he was always in the back of my mind. He was always the man I thought about.
He pulled back from me and shot me a wicked grin that had my pussy tensing. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“What do you mean?” I breathed. I would fucking die if he put a stop to this now.
“I don’t want to hear how many times you’ve thought of me. I want to see it. I want you to show me exactly what you do when you slide those fingers inside that tight little pussy of yours, imagining it was my cock.”
Before I had the chance to respond, he spun us around and walked me backwards.
I stumbled over my discarded clothes, and he picked me up, using my ass to push me against his body.
My pussy rubbed against his jeans, and I couldn’t resist the urge to grind my hips, creating the most delicious friction as he walked us to the other end of the room.
He stopped and slid me back down his body and spun me around the second I was on my feet.
“Show me,” he challenged. I sucked in my breath when I saw we were in front of the long mirror that had been in the corner.
“Show me how you touch yourself, Rachel. I want to see you fuck your pussy. I want to be here, feeling every jerk in your body, feeling every gasp of breath you take. I want to watch as you cum over your fingers, my name on your lips.”
I looked at him through the mirror and as soon as I saw the undisguised desire burning in his eyes, any hesitation I had melted away.
I leant back against him, my hand travelling down my body. I met his eyes in the mirror as I used my fingers to separate my pussy lips, letting him see how wet I was.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered in my ear, his lips lingering against my skin.
I did as he asked, circling my clit with the tip of one finger, my head tipping back against his shoulder, releasing a shaky breath.
I picked up the speed, circling faster, his eyes on mine the entire time.
“What do you want to see?” I challenged him. “Command me.”
He sucked in a sharp breath at my words, before a devilish grin took over, knowing I was giving him complete control.
“Slide your fingers inside your pussy,” he demanded.
I returned his grin before I slid my fingers along my wetness, coating them completely and pushed two of them inside me. Dante’s hand grasped my thigh and pulled it apart, opening me wider to his gaze.
“Now slide them in and out, nice and slow, Rachel.” His hand grasped my wrist and gently pulled, telling me to remove my fingers before I pulled against him, pushing them back in.
I moaned softly, repeating the movement, feeling Dante’s cock press against my back. Every time I pushed my fingers inside me, his cock twitched, his breathing laboured.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, running his tongue along my earlobe. “Go faster for me, Rachel. Show me how you’ve been fucking yourself whilst I’ve not been here to do it for you.”
I complied without hesitation, slamming my fingers deep inside me over and over, my body sinking into Dante’s. He supported me completely, one arm circling my waist, the other wrapping under my thigh and lifting my leg off the floor, opening me wide.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my back arching. I lowered my other hand and began circling my clit with the same frantic speed I was using to fuck myself.
“Is this what you did when you missed me, Rachel? How many times was my name on your lips when you made yourself cum?” he asked, tightening his hold on me when my body began to shake.
I shook my head, bucking my hips into my hand, my fingers slipped too easily, slick and desperate.
“Oh, Rachel,” he murmured, letting go of my leg and seizing my wrist firmly, stopping my movements.
I whimpered, jerking my body forward, wanting more of that delicious feeling, but he held firm.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you’re not going to be a good girl and answer the question, I’m not going to give this greedy little cunt what it so desperately wants. ”
“Dante, please,” I begged.
“How many times? How many times did you call out for me? How many times did your pussy clamp down on your fingers, wishing it was my cock instead?”
“Dante…”
“Come on, darlin’,” he said, using his thumb to circle my clit. His other hand pushed my chin towards him so he could capture my lips with his own in a rough, punishing kiss. “Put us both out of our misery. I’m fucking dying to watch you come apart, to see you make yourself cum. Tell me.”
“Every damn time. Always you. No one else, not once.”
I had expected a smug reply. A smart remark. Anything that would mock me for my confession. Instead, he gave a sigh that almost sounded like relief, and let go of my wrist, burying his face in my neck so he could kiss my frantically beating pulse.
My hand immediately went back in between my legs, my fingers sliding into my pussy.
Dante lowered us both to the floor, sitting me between his thighs and hooked both of my legs over his, spreading me wide open, my ass off the ground.
I used the leverage, thrusting deeper, chasing the edge he was dangling just out of reach. My head tipped back over his shoulder again, my entire body arching as I fucked myself with a relentless, punishing speed.
“Your body is fucking perfection,” he whispered to me.
“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking of you.
Your pussy is like a drug to me. I hear the noises you make every time you cum whenever I try to sleep.
You only have to look at me and I’m fucking hard.
God, Rachel,” he breathed, moving one hand around my throat and the other down to my tits, squeezing my nipples.
His actions sent me wild. Having my breathing taken away was my fucking kryptonite, and he knew it. He felt my body tense with pleasure, my fingers slamming into me, the sounds of my wetness filling the room.
“Add another finger,” he demanded. “Stretch that pussy ready for me. Because I can’t go another day without fucking you, Rachel. I need you.”
His words were all I needed to sending me flying over the edge.
I came with a strangled moan, Dante tightening his grip on my throat.
My hips rocked against my hand, my legs shook uncontrollably, and as he released his grip, all I could do was murmur his name over and over again as I rode out every last second of my orgasm.
Dante stroked my body as I came down from my high, feeling the release from my orgasm slide over my ass and the back of my thighs. He grinned when he noticed, seeing how completely he had made me come undone. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to make the next move.
I wouldn’t deny him, and he knew it.
I was still trembling when he gently moved my legs, easing me back to the ground. For a second, I thought he was shifting position—to take me, finally. My breath caught. But then he kissed my shoulder. Soft. Almost distant. And whispered, “come on. It’s been a long day.”
“But—”
He cut off my words when he stood up, picking me up with him. He held my hand and walked us to the bed, climbing under the covers and leaving me stood there like a fucking imbecile.
What the actual fuck?