Chapter 19 - Dante #2
She pressed herself against me then, skin to skin, and kissed me again, harder this time, her nails dragging lightly down my chest.
I slid my hands under her ass, and instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I shifted until she had her back on the couch. She arched up against my hovering body, her hips grinding against the growing hardness in my jeans, showing me without words what it was she wanted.
“Oh, Alisa,” I moaned against her neck, trailing kisses down her pulse points. “I’m going to take this so fucking slow, because there isn’t a moment I want to skip.”
“Dante,” she moaned back and dug her nails into my back, urging me on. “Stop teasing, or someday, I’m going to have to make you beg.”
“I can’t wait, sweetheart.” I reached behind her to unhook her bra and slid it down until I saw those perfect breasts made for my palms.
“Fuck,” I breathed, running my thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden under my touch. Her soft moan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
I lowered my head, taking one peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking gently. She shifted up, pushing more of her breast into my mouth as her hands threaded through my hair, holding me there.
Her breaths were now rapid little bursts of pure delight, and I wanted to keep it that way.
My hand slid down her stomach to her waistband. With the buttons and zippers dealt with, I slid my hands through the tiny opening of her jeans and found her panties soaked.
Holy shit. She was so fucking ready that my cock yelled at me to make a move on.
I pressed my fingers slightly into her, through the cotton, and felt her twitch beneath my touch.
She reached for my jeans then. Her hand slid inside, wrapping around my cock, and I nearly lost it right there.
“Pull it off,” she said, her voice so sexy and hoarse that it sent a tingle down my spine.
“Let’s make it fast, shall we?” I grinned and reached for my own, bucking off her while she quickly removed her jeans too, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong that made my mouth go dry.
I hooked my fingers into the sides and slowly slid it down her legs, her skin prickling beneath my hungry gaze.
“Spread your legs for me,” I commanded softly, kneeling between her thighs.
I ran my fingers through her soft slit, watching her face as I circled her entrance, then slowly pushed one inside. Her walls clenched around me—so tight, so hot—and I added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her lose control of her body.
Her hips rose to meet my hand, and I started thrusting. In and out. In and out. Round and round.
My head dipped low, tongue finding her clit while my fingers worked in her.
She tasted like heaven, like everything I’d been missing, and I devoured her like a man starved, licking and sucking, working her inside out.
Her hands were in my hair again, pulling just hard enough to make pain feel like pleasure as she writhed beneath me. “Dante, please,” she moaned. “I… I can’t hold on. I need more.”
“Hmm, hmm.” I pulled away, my cock throbbing at me to just listen to her, for fuck’s sake. I wiped her juices off with the back of my hand and watched as she watched, her eyes blazing with ecstasy.
I made space for myself between her legs and let the head of my cock press against her entrance. But instead of pushing in, I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as I hovered over her, teasing her to anticipation.
“Tell me how you want it,” I growled, even though my control hung by a thread. “Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine. “Hard,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me hard, Dante. Make me feel it.”
I pushed into her in one smooth thrust, and my cock felt like it grew to fit every crevice. We both gasped at the rush—she was so tight, so perfect around me, it was so fucking unbelievable.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” I groaned, staying still for a moment to let her adjust and to regain some control.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her hands sliding down to my ass to pull me closer.
I pumped gently into her first, but when she started meeting me moment by moment, I started going harder. I kept her wrists pinned with one hand while the other cupped her face, forcing her to look at me as I drove into her again and again and again.
“Is this what you wanted?” I bent down and nibbled her ear, just a little. “Is this hard enough for you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, exposing her throat to me, her eyes wild, her lips swollen from our kisses. “God, yes.”
I licked up her neck while pounding into her, then reached for her lips, swallowing her moans as I pounded into her.
Every slam brought me closer to the edge, but I needed to make her cum first. I wanted to feel her fall apart around me, wanted to be the cause of her pleasure.
After all, there was so much I wanted to say, but couldn’t yet voice. I regretted that we ever ended, hoped we’d find our way back, and desired her more than any other in the world.
But what if she wasn’t ready to hear them, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to say them. But I could show her, with every thrust, every touch, every kiss, how much she meant to me.
I released her wrists to slide my hands beneath her, gripping her ass to change the angle of how we fucked. She immediately reached for my arms and gripped to stay still, because I fucked her so hard she was sliding up the couch.
I heard the wood beneath her creak. Felt her body being all wound up in the tremble of her legs, the heaving of her chest, the tightness of her hold around my cock.
I knew I was close too, the pressure at the base of my spine reading the brim, but I fought it back, needing to make this good for her. I wanted this night to last, for however long I could.
“Turn over,” I whispered softly, caressing her cheek as I pulled out.
Her eyes widened, and then her lips curved upward, just a little, enough to tell me she liked what I had in mind.
Once she was flipped onto her hands and knees, her juicy ass and beautiful, long back placed before me like a sculpture of fine making, I felt my cock scream in protest to get back to her warmth.
I gripped her hips and pushed back inside.
This angle was even better, allowing me to go deeper, to hit that spot inside her that made her moan my name. I slid one hand up her spine, watching the graceful curve of her back as I took her.
The sight of her drove me to near madness.
I tangled a hand in her hair, just holding to keep her in place as I rolled into her, again and again, until we reached a rhythm that had us both panting.
The only sounds were skin slapping against skin. Moans and gasps. The creaking old couch.
“You feel so good.” I watched my balls push against her and felt my cock throb.
She pushed back against me in a frenzy that told me we’d crossed over from sweet to fucking wild.
I gripped her hips so damn hard, maybe even enough to leave marks, and repeatedly slammed into her with each passing second. We were going fast, and she was tightening around me, starting to flutter.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, feeling her getting closer. “Come for me, Alisa. Let me feel you.”
“Oh my god, Dante!” she screamed into the room, and that’s when I felt her pulse against me. Even though I needed to spill, I held on, just a few more seconds, with every ounce of control I could muster.
I kept my pace steady. Hit that right spot. Until I knew, for certain, that I’d drawn out her orgasm as long as I could.
Then I buried myself as deep as I could, and the world went dark as a burst of pleasure swept through my veins, rushing to my head, leaving stars in my vision.