Chapter 11 #2
The corners of his lips curved into a smile. “I refused to let you drown all those years ago and won’t let you drown now, sweetheart.”
It suddenly occurred to him that this was the first time he’d used a term of endearment for a woman. And he should have been surprised how easily it had rolled off his lips. And yet, he wasn’t. What he shared with Marti wasn’t the norm. But at times like this, he refused to dwell on the reason why.
He’d much rather think about her and all the pleasure he knew awaited him.
He recognized the look in her eyes. Even the water flowing down her face couldn’t eradicate it.
She intended to give him the sexual thrill of a lifetime.
He could feel all her female power and sexual energy rising to the surface.
And he could see it, too--the passion that was building in the depths of her eyes.
Well, he had news for her. He intended to surprise her first.
Before she could make the next move, he lifted her and placed her against the tiled wall, away from the showerhead. Her look of surprise only added to his anticipation. “Dante?”
Instead of answering, he leaned in and captured her mouth. And when she wrapped her legs around his waist, he slid his shaft inside of her. He always liked the way her body would stretch to accommodate him, as she wanted to make sure he filled her completely.
The kiss was searing, as if its heat were melding their souls. He would have ended the kiss at such a ridiculous thought, but the feel of her arms being wrapped around his neck, as well as the way her inner muscles were gripping his erection, made him ignore that lapse of mental acuity.
He felt blood rushing fast and furious through his veins, and all of it seemed to be moving toward the head of his shaft.
At that moment, he couldn’t stop the mirage of sensations he was beginning to feel.
He recognized it for what it was, although it had never happened to him before. Namely, an animalistic urge to mate.
Dante couldn’t control himself. Knowing they were safe, since he was wearing a condom, he unleashed all the emotions consuming him. Looking into Marti’s eyes, he knew that she was aware there was something different about this lovemaking session as well.
He broke off the kiss when he felt it, the moment all that gushing blood arrived in his groin, and he began thrusting hard inside of her.
Over and over, he continued to thrust, and her inner muscles seemed to be deliberately clenching him harder, offering no mercy as he continued to pound non-stop into her.
It was as if the fire in his groin was blazing out of control, and he couldn’t let up. It had taken over his senses.
The sound of her moaning his name let him know she was as far gone as he was.
An atmosphere of sexual need had them in its grip, refusing to let go.
So they didn’t. They kept going and going, when suddenly an orgasm, more powerful than any he had ever experienced before, slammed into him.
Just then, she screamed his name, and they were taken to another universe where nothing existed but the two of them.
His thrusts went deeper, harder, and the sound of his growl mingled with her scream, but he couldn’t stop. His body refused to let him. So he kept coming and coming, and she kept taking and taking. With every thrust, she clenched him harder, draining everything out of him.
Suddenly, he began to tremble, all the way to the bone, as he persistently rocked his body against hers. And he noticed she was quivering as much as he was. When their tremors finally subsided, the only word he could whisper against her lips was, “Wow.”
And it was only when he slowly withdrew from her body that he realized that the condom had broken.
***
“I’m on the pill, Dante. You don’t have to worry about what happened to the condom.” They had left the shower, and after drying off, he had suggested they return to bed to talk. She’d known what he intended to say and decided to go ahead and get it out there.
He met her gaze. “How did you know?”
Only a man would ask such a question, she thought. “I felt the moment you let go inside of me. That was a first for me, but I knew immediately what had happened.”
“And it didn’t bother you?” he asked, pulling her closer into his arms.
“I knew I had nothing to worry about since I’m on the pill. I decided to enjoy the experience since I never had a man shoot off inside of me before.”
“You, Marti Goshay, have a way with words.”
“And you, Dante Avera, have a way of unloading. And maybe I should not say this, but I loved the feel of you ejaculating inside of me.” The physical sensations she experienced upon realizing what was happening had only heightened her pleasure.
He tightened his arms around her. “Just so you know, Marti. I’m safe. I have regular physicals, and I haven’t slept with a woman in almost a year.”
“Thanks for sharing that. I’m safe and have regular check-ups as well. Like I told you that first day on the beach, I haven’t been involved with anyone since I moved to Billings two years ago. And to be honest, even before then. I had a reputation in Charlotte of being someone men should avoid.”
“Why?”
She knew she had to choose her words carefully.
“Because of my ex-boyfriend’s betrayal, I deliberately dated men with womanizing reputations.
I would lead them on and play them before they could play me.
A lot of them couldn’t handle a woman doing to them what they did to women all the time.
So they let everyone know I was a cold, calculating, and heartless bitch. ”
He went still and asked softly. “Do you see yourself that way, Marti?”
She met his gaze. “Back then, yes. But not anymore. There were a lot of horrible things in my past that I had to bury. A lot of hurt and anger that I had to learn to deal with. Moving from Charlotte to Billings was a major step for me in getting away from all of that. I needed to start over, and I have.”
She paused and then added, “And coming here to Wild Rose Point was another plus. I’ve discovered that with you, I can be myself without having to pretend to be someone I’m not.
When I’m making love with you, I don’t feel anger.
I feel pleasure. I don’t feel like getting even, I just feel like…
getting it. From you and with you. As much as I can, and as often as I can.
In your arms I feel safe and secure. Does that make any sense? ”
He reached out and tenderly touched her cheek. “It makes perfect sense.”
She stared into his eyes, needing to see that he meant what he said. When she saw the truth, she couldn’t hold back her gratitude. Sometimes, she thought he knew her better than she knew herself. “You are one of a kind, Dante. Do you know that?”
“Am I?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes.” Needing to show him just how much she appreciated that, she playfully shoved him on his back and proceeded to straddle him.