Chapter 52
Rachel
Axel was the first to fall asleep, followed by Kitty. Bee did her best to fight the wave of sleep, but one final, big yawn had her curling up and closing her eyes. Dante carried his mother into her room, and we each took a child and lifted them upstairs to their beds.
The tension between me and Dante was palpable. After all the drama of the past few days, the time spent together, the closeness growing between us… The air was thick with longing, neither one of us able to resist, neither one of us wanting to be the first one to break.
This was so strange to me. I was used to being able to grab Dante and have him whenever I wanted him. Our sex life had been fiery and wild. It grounded me, calmed me, when the rest of my life seemed so chaotic.
And I’d give just about anything for him to dull all my other senses and fill me with nothing but pleasure.
As we entered our bedroom, the easy banter between us from earlier slipped away. The air was so thick I could almost touch it.
My body ached for him. I wanted him, even if all logic and rational thought screamed at me that it was a bad idea.
I fucking needed him.
As he closed the bedroom door behind him with a soft click, I looked at him, his face tight, his body tense.
Come on, Rachel! Take what you want. Stop being so fucking afraid.
Fuck it.
I made my mind up in a flash, striding towards Dante with purpose. I grabbed hold of his cut and pulled him towards me, raising up on my tip-toes to capture his lips with my own.
Dante’s response was instant. He grabbed my ass and hauled me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and held me close to him, deepening the kiss.
“Thank fuck you made the first move,” he murmured against my lips. “I was this fucking close to—”
“Me too,” I whispered back, knowing exactly what he meant.
From then on, our actions were frenzied. We tore at each other’s clothes, our kisses brutal and painful. He bit my lips, my neck, his tongue following, licking and teasing.
Our breaths came in fitful, moaning pants. My hands were everywhere. His hair, tugging tightly. Under his shirt, pulling it over his head, greedily tracing every bit of bare skin that was revealed.
He walked us over to the bed, dropping down with me, cradling my body as his weight covered mine.
His hands pushed down my trousers, my feet hooked in his waistband to help shove his down, too. His tongue danced with my own, his name on my lips.
Jesus Christ, I’d missed this.
He pulled back from me, grinning wickedly.
Ridding himself of the last of his clothes, he stood naked before me, his cock hard and leaking. I swallowed deeply and shuffled up to the top of the bed, pushing down my underwear as I did so I was just as naked as he was.
His eyes followed me, travelling from my bare tits, down my naked stomach, all the way to my glistening pussy that was as soaked for him as it always was.
I planted my feet on the bed and spread my knees, opening myself for him, keeping my eyes locked on his.
He groaned deeply, his hand moving to his cock as he began to pump up and down, watching my hand move to between my legs, spreading my pussy open.
“You’re not going to leave me to play on my own this time, are you?” I asked him, slipping my fingers between my pussy lips and circling my clit.
He grinned and climbed on the bed, shuffling towards me until he was in front of me. He sat opposite me, pulling me forward, his legs on either side of my body. He pulled my thighs over his so that his cock was pushed against my pussy.
“Keep going,” he whispered, rubbing the head of his cock over my wetness.
My fingers continued circling my clit as I watched him stroke his cock with slow movements, the head of it dangerously close to where I wanted him the most.
I could feel the heat of him pulsing against me, the head of his cock slipping over my folds in a slow, deliberate drag. My whole body jolted with the contact—so fucking close, but not inside. It was maddening.
My fingers didn’t stop moving, circling my clit with practiced pressure, my eyes locked on his. I loved the way he watched me—like he was starving, like every twitch of my body fed some desperate need in him.
Dante grunted softly, dragging his cock along my pussy again. “You’re soaked,” he muttered, his voice all gravel and lust. “You want me that bad?”
I nodded, breathless. “I want you worse than bad.”
His jaw clenched, his hand stroking himself slowly and tight. “Fuck, Rach… we said no sex.”
“I know.” I dragged my fingers lower, dipping just enough to coat them before returning to my clit, rubbing harder now. “We’re not breaking the rules.”
He laughed, low and wrecked, his eyes darkening. “We’re dancing all over the fucking edge.”
“Then let’s fall together.”
For a moment, we just watched each other.
The only sounds in the room were our breath, the wet slide of skin on skin, the occasional groan or gasp that slipped from one of us.
I rocked my hips, grinding up against the thick head of his cock as it pressed against my clit, chasing more pressure, more friction.
Before I could stop myself, my hand reached out and covered his, helping him to pump his cock. His head tipped back as he moaned, removing his hand to give me free rein.
My pussy clenched in response, finally being able to touch him as I wanted to.
And then, he was moving, removing my legs from his and for a heart-stopping moment I thought he was withdrawing from me again, to deny us both what we so desperately needed.
But instead, he laid next to me, pulling my body onto its side so we were facing each other. He hooked one of my legs over his hips and seized my hand, bringing it back to his cock.
“Ten seconds, and we stop,” he whispered, and then his hand was on me, slipping between my legs, seeking out my clit.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my hand not moving as he expertly teased me. He circled, he pulled, and he applied pressure exactly where I needed it.
“Five seconds,” he reminded me, and I snapped to reality. Moaning through the pleasure he was giving me, I tightened my grip on his cock, pumping up and down in slow, torturous movements.
We moaned together, our breathing frantic as we continued to stroke each other.
“We should stop,” he said.
“Ten more seconds.”
“Ten more seconds,” he agreed, slipping his fingers down my pussy and pushing two of them inside me.
I arched my back on a moan and picked up the speed I was stroking his cock with.
He brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, his lips almost punishing as he pounded my pussy with his fingers.
I met him move for move, stroking his cock with long, fast strokes that had him panting against my mouth.
“Five,” I reminded him, moving my hand to his balls and squeezing them gently. His cock jerked against my hand, and I could feel the bead of pre-cum leak from the tip, coating his shaft.
I could feel the pressure building, already so close to the edge. I didn’t want this to be over so soon, and yet I knew there was no way to stop it. Dante’s fingers were sending my pleasure higher and higher, my pussy tensing around them, greedy for more.
“Time’s up,” I groaned, slowing my movements.
“Rachel,” he growled. “I swear to fucking God if you stop, I will slice your hand off and use it to finish myself. Keep fucking going.”
I laughed at his desperate words as he bucked his hips against my hand. “Ten more seconds?” I teased.
“Then let's make them count,” he swore under his breath and then pushed his body over mine, pinning my back to the bed.
He kissed my neck and then lowered his way down my body, his tongue sliding over my chest, circling my nipples and then down my stomach, lower and lower, until he was there.
“Since I’m a generous man, Rachel, I’ll give you thirty seconds,” he said, pushing two fingers inside me. “See if you can cum before the timer is up.”
He looked up at me from between my legs for a split second before he lowered his mouth and took my clit between his lips.
My response was instant. My back flew off the bed, my hand coming to my tits to squeeze my nipples tight as his hand worked magic inside me.
His fingers pumped hard and fast, curling against that one spot that drove me fucking wild. His lips created an assault on my clit, sucking, nipping, biting, giving me wild in one beat, and then licking softly the next.
It was a maddening mix of pain and pleasure, of tension and bliss.
I rocked my hips against his face, greedily seeking more of the same.
“Dante,” I groaned, my voice needy. He sucked my clit tight, holding it in his mouth in a vice grip, his fingers relentless inside me.
My orgasm was right there. I just needed him to let go of my clit and destroy it.
I needed him to give me fucking everything.
He looked up at me, humour dancing in his dark eyes as he kept me held on the edge.
My legs shook, my body jerked, and all I wanted was for him to either suck my clit harder, or lick me until I fell over the edge and into blissful oblivion.
Just as my pussy clamped even harder on his fingers and my clit started pulsing, he released his grip and flicked his tongue over my clit, sending me hurtling through my orgasm with a scream that made my voice hoarse.
“Dante, fuck!” I panted, my entire body shaking beneath his assault. His fingers didn’t slow, his tongue didn’t stop, he continued until I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore. He lapped at my pussy, drinking in every last drop of my orgasm, making my head spin as the pleasure pounded through me.
“I think that was longer than thirty seconds,” he chuckled against me, placing a kiss on my inner thigh before climbing back up my body. He braced his weight on one hand, placing it at the side of my head, his other hand stroking his cock against my stomach.
“Is it your thirty seconds?” I whispered, covering his hand with my own again.
“I’m not even embarrassed to admit I won’t need thirty. I was almost done when I had you coming on my tongue.”
I grinned at him and took over the movements, using one hand to pump his cock, the other to squeeze his balls.
“Where do you want to cum, Dante?” I asked, kissing his neck. His hips rocked against my hand, his arm shaking as he teetered close to release.
“Do you want to cum right here?” I asked, pressing his cock against my stomach. “Or do you want to cum on my face, my tongue licking every last drop? Or would you rather I cup my tits and let you fuck them until they’re covered in—”
I didn’t get to finish.
He moved like lightning, straddling my waist, bracing both hands against the wall above me. I took the hint and cupped my tits between my hands, pushing them up and together, allowing him to slip his cock between them.
He rocked his hips against me, fucking my tits, my name on his lips. I looked up at him above me, his eyes closed tight, his mouth open, his noises animalistic.
I squeezed my hands together harder, tightening the grip my tits had on his cock.
And then, with a deep, guttural moan, he was there, ropes of his cum spilling from him, hitting my tits, my neck, my face.
I closed my eyes, my pussy tensing at seeing him so out of control.
He looked down at me and I licked the cum that had spilled to my lips and he moaned once more, slamming his hips against my tits.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, woman,” he muttered darkly, lowering his body until his chest was pressed against mine.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demanded in response, pushing my lips up to his.