Luna
I’m roused awake by the smell of bacon cooking.
I roll over and stretch, feeling an empty bed next to me.
My eyes fly open, and I grip my sheets around me, sitting up in bed.
I blink hard, my room coming into focus, and the morning sun streaming in.
The black clothes on my floor take me back to last night as I remember Dante’s head between my legs.
Okay, so that did happen. I bite my lip, remembering how good it felt, how he felt. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself. I shift to stand from the bed, and the sticky feeling between my thighs is a reminder that we did do it indeed, and now I need to shower.
I tear my sheet from my bed, wrapping it around myself when I catch a glimpse of myself in my standing mirror, and it looks like I’ve been thoroughly fucked.
No one has ever made sex good for me like the way Dante did last night.
I’m still running on that high, and I don’t know if I can face him without wanting to jump his bones again.
I shake my head, turning from my hot mess reflection, and quietly slip out of my bedroom before I need to run my hand between my legs.
I can see a bit of smoke coming from the kitchen, but I pay it no mind as I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I toss my sheet into the hamper, and as I’m about to step in, a knock on the door comes, “Luna? Breakfast is ready when you’re done.
Take your time, though, no rush,” Dante says through the door.
“I’ll be out in a minute. Thank you,” I say through the door, smiling ear to ear.
I step into the shower, and the hot water feels good against my skin.
I twist my hair up into a clip and take my loofah, sudsing it up, quickly running it over every part of my body that was soaked by the multiple orgasms I had.
Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it. I need to hurry up before my hands start to wander between my thighs.
I step under the hot stream and rinse off.
I shut off the shower, stepped out, took off my robe from the back of the door, and put it on, tying it around my middle.
I quickly brush my teeth and slather some smell-good lotion on before I open the door.
I peek my head out, and don’t see him sitting on the couch, so I head out, walking to the kitchen, and find him sitting at the island. “Good morning, beautiful,” Dante says as he turns to me, steaming cup of coffee in his hands, which he hands off to me.
I blush. “Good morning. It smells good out here.”
“I Instashopped some things this morning. I hope you don’t mind. Your cabinets were a bit lacking for breakfast for two.”
“No, not at all. Thank you for breakfast.” Dante gestures for me to sit and take my seat at the island next to him.
“Eggs, bacon, and toast with butter. Simple but staple,” Dante says with a big smile.
I smile, giggling. “The all-American breakfast. My favorite.” I take a sip of my coffee, and it tastes exactly the way I made it. I hum my approval, and the look on his face reminds me of last night. I think Dante might have a kink for praise. “And you make a mean cup of coffee, I’m a lucky girl.”
Dante smiles, taking a bite of bacon. “I aim to please you. I like seeing you happy.”
Dante continues to eat, but I stare at him, trying to calm my heart down.
But as I sit here with Dante, everything feels normal, like he’s meant to be here.
He fits in my life like the missing puzzle pieces of the full picture I’ve been missing this whole time.
There’s still that small voice inside me that says it’s too good to be true, but hasn’t everything in my life been too good to be true?
What’s another one? I’ll keep my guard up, of course, but I want to feel like this every day.
I don’t want our time together to end, not now.
I rub my foot up Dante’s leg, catching his attention.
He looks at me, cocking his brow, but I don’t say a word as I untie my robe, letting it fall open.
I watch as his gaze is pulled from mine as he takes in the sight of my naked body.
“Get on your knees,” I say with confidence I didn’t know I had in me.
Dante’s fork crashes to his plate, and the squeal of his chair sliding against the wood floors sends an intense need that settles deep in my belly.
I really like telling him what to do, and he’s so willing to please me.
He’s looking up at me now with pleading eyes, begging me to command him anyway I want.
This feeling is a power I’ve never had before, and I’m willing to become addicted to it.
I lift my leg, throwing it over his head, and rest my foot on the counter.
Dante’s face rests just above my naked pussy, and I can feel his breath on me.
His breath is heavy, panting, needy. Our eyes are locked on one another, and my voice falters under his gaze.
I lick my lips, and doubt creeps into my mind the longer I sit here with him looking at me like that.
Am I dominant? I didn’t really have a plan, and now I feel silly.
“Hey,” Dante’s voice breaks my overthinking.
“Give me your fears, Luna. Tell me what you want me to do, and let me take your fears away, angel. I’ll be a good boy, I promise. ”
Oh fuck.
I let out a shaking breath, “I want you to lick my pussy.” Dante leans forward, and I catch him by his hair.
I grip hard, and he groans, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t want you to be soft. I want you to suck my clit hard and fuck me with your tongue.
” I release him, and he wastes no time in answering my command.
Dante presses his tongue flat to my clit and flicks his tongue up over my clit before he closes his mouth around my pussy and sucks hard.
“Oh, fuck, yes, just like that,” I say breathlessly, panting.
Dante’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and he lets out a low growl.
He lifts my other leg, pinning me in my seat and opening me up wider.
He pulls back, his mouth red, and saliva strings drip off him.
“Fuck, angel. You’re so pretty when you give me your fears.” Dante lifts both my legs and places them on his shoulders, and dives tongue-first into my cunt. I hiss, throwing my head back, feeling my orgasm building. “Mmm. Use me, Luna. I’ve been such a good boy for you,” Dante says between sucks.
“Fuck, yes,” I say as my back bows, my hands flying to the seat of the chair, as my thighs rest on Dante’s shoulders.
He lets out a feral growl and uses his nose and mouth, rubbing circles around my clit, licking wildly.
“Make me come, Dante, please, I want to come,” I beg, and he encircles my clit with his mouth, sucking hard, and twirling his tongue around it.
My head flies back as I cry out, my legs shaking as I come around his face.
Dante lowers me back to the edge of the stool and stands, lifting me in his arms. I throw my hands around his neck as he wraps my legs around his waist. I gasp at the sudden change, and Dante captures my mouth.
I melt against him as our tongues tangle.
The taste of myself on his tongue has me moaning into his mouth as he carries me to the couch, laying me down.
Dante breaks our kiss and stands over me. He drops his boxers and immediately swipes the bead of precum across his tip, pumping himself. “Tell me what you want, Luna.”
“I want you to fill me,” I say, propping myself up. “I want you to fuck me so hard and deep I forget my name, and only know how to scream yours.” A fire lights behind Dante’s eyes, and it pulls at my core. “Be a good boy, and fuck me exactly how I want.”
Dante sinks to his knees on the couch, pulling my knees up and slinging me to him.
He positions himself at my entrance and pushes himself inside me.
We both let out a moan as he fills me deliciously.
He begins to thrust into me, setting a punishing rhythm.
“Only for you, angel. Only you can do this to me, having me beg for just a taste of you.” He grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he continues to trust, hitting so deep.
“I’ll be your good boy forever if you let me.
I’ll be so good to you, baby, and you’ll let me have all your fears, won’t you? ”
“Fuck! Yes, I want to give them all to you. All of them belong to you, Dante.” I scream as I come for a second time this morning.
Dante picks up his pace, our skin slapping together as he growls, digging his fingers into my hip. “You’re mine!” He roars as he thrusts one last time, filling me up. I come again as he does, and my body collapses into the couch.
Dante scoops me up into his arms, his cock still inside me as he carries me to the bathroom.
He turns the water on with one hand and steps into the steamy shower, letting me down.
He takes the clip out of my hair, letting it fall onto my shoulders, as he takes the showerhead attachment off the hook and begins rinsing me off.
I am putty in Dante’s hands, and the thought no longer scares me. I would let him do whatever he wanted to me because I trust him.
Dante soaks my hair down, and I moan as his shampoo-covered fingers work their magic into my scalp. He lathers my net sponge with soap and cleans me from head to toe, taking care to be gentle over my sensitive areas.
I don’t remember a time when I was ever cared for this much, and the thought brings a tear to my eye, and it’s all it takes for the floodgates to open up. “Hey, shhh, angel, what’s wrong?” Dante says softly, cupping my face and making me look up at him.
“You’re too good to be true, this all must be a dream, and I’m going to wake up soon in the halfway house,” I sniff.
Dante shakes his head, “No, my angel. This is real, and you’ve built such a beautiful life for yourself.
I am privileged to be part of it.” He leans down, his lips hovering over mine, “If you let me, I’ll show you you’re meant to be with me.
” Dante closes the distance as he kisses me, taking all of my fears with him.