33. Chapter Thirty-Three Dante
Chapter Thirty-Three: Dante
G od, I loved making her blush.
I leaned in, my voice rough like gravel as I hovered over her. “Show me how much,” I demanded, watching Jade closely. She turned her head, the soft glow of lamplight washing over us and throwing our tangled silhouettes against the walls.
Her fingers twisted together, a nervous dance betraying her composure. The air felt thick with something unspoken, a storm gathering force behind her eyes.
“It’s—all I think about,” she confessed, her voice so faint I had to strain to catch the words. My gaze fixed on her, the darkness in them sparked by the raw honesty in her admission. I could almost taste the tension that filled the room, heavy like the air before a thunderstorm.
“Go get your vibrator,” I ordered, the command rolling off my tongue with practiced ease. My hand lifted her chin, compelling those wide, expressive eyes to meet mine.
Jade’s gaze faltered, a slight shake of her head conveying her reluctance. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching out like a challenge. The weight of her confession hung in the air between us, thick and undeniable.
“You do what I tell you,” I said. “Go get it.”
“It’s... out of battery. I’ve been using it so much. I, uh, forgot to charge,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, but it cut through the quiet with the sharpness of broken glass.
My smirk grew as I leaned closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. “Then we’ll just have to make do without it,” I murmured, my breath mingling with hers. “But should I buy you another one? So you can always keep one charged?”
Before she could answer, I claimed her mouth, swallowing the soft sound that escaped from her lips. My hands explored the curves of her body, tracing the lines of her figure through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
“I should get one of those I can control from my phone,” I said. “Have you wear it when you go to work and make you come when you’re at the lab.”
She gasped, the words catching in her throat. Her body shivered beneath my touch, her hands clutching at the lapels of my tailored suit.
“Would you like that, Jade?” I pressed on, my voice a low, husky whisper against her ear. “Let me be in control while you’re trapped behind a microscope? You’d have to bite your lip and try not to scream.”
Her breath hitched as I slowly traced a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver against me. She didn’t reply, but the flush creeping up her neck told me all I needed to know.
“I think you’d enjoy it. Just like you enjoyed the parking lot,” I added with a smirk.
Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. It was a struggle for her to meet my gaze, but she did it anyway. Brave Jade.
“Maybe,” she said finally with barely a murmur, her cheeks burning a deep pink now under the soft glow of the lamplight.
I chuckled softly, my heart thumping wildly in my chest at her unexpected concession. The thought of her squirming in her lab coat, biting her lower lip to stop from moaning out loud as I took the reins...Adrenaline surged through me, the blood going straight to my cock.
“But for now,” I whispered huskily, unbuttoning my suit jacket and letting it drop to the floor. “We’re gonna do this old school.”
Her hand slid down to my belt, her movements hesitant at first but growing bolder by the second. “You’re such a fucking tease, Dante. Why don’t you ever just fuck me?”
“Are you making demands?”
“Yes. Use your cock. Now,” she demanded, her voice finding strength from somewhere deep within.
With a swift movement, I lifted Jade, my arms wrapping around her with ease that spoke of strength honed through years of strict physical discipline. Her body was a contrast to mine—curvy where I was hard, soft where I was rough. And it was fucking lovely.
I pressed her body against the kitchen counter, sliding her pajama shirt up. She wasn’t wearing pants, but I was.
I quickly unzipped my trousers, freeing my already hard length, as Jade watched with wide eyes. Her breath hitched when I pulled her closer, positioning her just right against me.
“You asked for it,” I murmured into her ear, mustering all the self-control I had left not to simply plunge into her. “Pull your panties to the side.”
Her movements were slow, tantalizing, a slight tremble in her hands as she fixed her gaze on mine. The anticipation was palpable, a delicious tension that had my heart pounding in my chest. Her fingers hooked around the thin fabric of her underwear, pulling it aside to expose her to me. A soft gasp left her lips as I ran a finger along her slick folds.
“You’re already so wet,” I murmured approvingly, my voice dropping an octave at the sensation of her wetness against my skin. She shivered at my words, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “I love how wet you get when you think about me.”
“Dante,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as I slipped two fingers inside her. “I want you.”
“I know.” I drew my fingers out slowly, making her whimper with need. “And I’m going to fuck you. But first, you’re going to beg for it. Tell me how much you liked it when I made you come in public.”
Her eyelashes fluttered open to meet my gaze, a look of defiance flashing within them. “I’m not going to beg you, Dante.” Her voice wavered, the tremble in it telling me I was close to breaking her.
I smiled at her challenge, one that excited me as much as it intrigued me. “Really?” I said thoughtfully, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked slightly and she bit her lip, restraining a moan. She was playing a dangerous game, testing my patience.
I smiled at her challenge, one that excited me as much as it intrigued me. “Really?” I said thoughtfully, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked slightly and she bit her lip, restraining a moan. She was playing a dangerous game, testing my patience.
“Then maybe I should leave you here,” I suggested, withdrawing my fingers from her. Her back straightened against the counter, clearly taken aback by my words. The surprise in her eyes was priceless.
“Wait…” she panted out, her eyes pleading with me not to follow through on my threat. “No...Dante don’t…”
“And why is that?” I asked teasingly, the pulsing erection straining against the fabric of my boxers.
“Because I need you to fuck me. Because I loved it,” she said.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my fingers absentmindedly sliding through her hair, causing her to shudder.
I spread her legs apart with my own, then reached down and guided myself to her entrance. She was so wet and desperate for me, and it felt so damn good. My resolve crumbled at the first touch of her heated core against my cock, the explosion of sensation taking me by surprise.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded rapidly, her breaths shallow and quick. “Yes,” she managed to pant, her hands clutching at the edges of the counter. “God, yes.”
My thumb, wet with her arousal, teased her clit as I slowly pushed into her. She hissed through gritted teeth, trying in vain to suppress the mewls and whimpers that spilled from her lips. Her walls clenched around me so deliciously tight I had to fight the overwhelming urge to bury myself in her at once.
“Relax,” I whispered soothingly, my voice a low growl that vibrated through her. “Let your body adjust. You’re doing so good for me.”
She let out a low moan at my words, her nails biting into my forearms. But I didn’t mind the sting. It was a reminder of the pleasure I was giving her - and a promise of what was yet to come.
Her body gradually relaxed around me, adjusting to my size. As her tension eased, I started moving in earnest, each thrust making her gasp and whimper with pleasure. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, mingling with Jade’s soft cries.
“We should make this a tradition,” I said. “Whenever I come over to your place with flowers, you should get on the counter, pull your panties aside and wait for me to fuck you.”
Her eyes shot wide open, incredulous amusement gleaming within them. “Every time?” she echoed between ragged breaths, her fingers clawing at my skin as I continued my slow, deliberate rhythm.
“Every time,” I said. “Unless of course, you’d rather do it closer to the door so that we wouldn’t waste time getting to the counter.”
A soft laugh escaped her lips, almost drowned out by a moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. “On the—ah!—counter is...fine…”
“Good,” I drawled, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I angled my hips to dig deeper into her, making her cry out. Her body bucked against mine, her hands gripping my arms hard enough to leave marks. “I’ll be edging you all day with a toy and then when I come over, you’ll be dripping and ready for me.”
“Good,” I drawled, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I angled my hips to dig deeper into her, making her cry out. Her body bucked against mine, her hands gripping my arms hard enough to leave marks. “I’ll be edging you all day with a toy and then when I come over, you’ll be dripping and ready for me.”
Her eyes widened at my words, a blush rising on her cheeks. “You wouldn’t…” she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper. But I knew by the glint in her eye that she found the idea equally terrifying and exhilarating.
“Oh, I definitely would,” I told her, punctuating my words with a particularly hard thrust that had her crying out. Her guttural moan echoed off the cold tiles of the kitchen, a stark contrast to the warm flesh pressing against me. “I’m going to train you to be so desperate for me, you’ll be begging for my cock every time I walk through the door. You’ll be watching your genomes on petri dishes or whatever it is that you do all while you can’t help but think about how my cock would feel inside of you.”
The thought of that, of her so wet and wanting for me, had my control slipping.
“That’s not really how it—fuck!”
Her words were cut off by another moan as I plunged deep into her, the sound echoing in the small kitchen. I kept up my steady rhythm, savoring each gasp and whimper she tried to stifle.
“That’s not how what works?” I asked after a moment, my voice rough with effort. The sight of her so undone beneath me, struggling to form coherent sentences while I took her on the counter of her own kitchen, was driving me to the edge.
Her breath hitched and she bit her lip as if trying to gather her thoughts. “That’s not...how...genomics...works...”
I traced my fingertips across her lower lip, sticking a thumb into her mouth as I quickened my pace. “Okay, doctor,” I said, fucking her hard as I looked into her eyes. “Tell me how it works.”
Her eyes widened, a combination of disbelief and lust flickering within them. “Right...right now?” she stammered, a shaky hand sliding down my arm and gripping my wrist.
She paused for a moment, her brow furrowing as if she were actually considering my challenge.
“Genomics is...the study of...fuck…Dante…genome sequences…” she panted out, her eyes rolling as I hit that sweet spot inside of her.
“And what do you do with these sequences?” I pressed on, slowing my pace to give her a chance to catch her breath.
“I…” she began, her words trailing off into breathless moans as I twisted my fingers around her sensitive bud. “I analyze them...for genetic variations…implications on health…and….oh God! Dante!”
“All while you think about my cock, right?”
She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed at my touch. “Yes,” she gasped, her legs wrapping tightly around me. “Always about your... your cock...”
“Now, that’s a good girl,” I purred, my hand sliding into her hair to tug her head back, giving me better access to her neck. I peppered kisses down her exposed throat, making her giggle and squirm beneath me. “Can’t get enough of you.”
I felt her body start to tense up again, the telltale signs of her impending climax beginning to show. Her breathing became more ragged and uneven, and she clung onto me as if I was her only lifeline.
“Dante…” she moaned out, her nails digging into my back while she grinded herself against me, chasing the waves building inside of her.
“I’m going to come inside of you now,” I told her.
She nodded, her nails digging into my back, her body taut as a bowstring. “Yes,” she gasped out, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Please... Dante...”
Her plea was all the encouragement I needed. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my body shuddering as I spilled myself into her warm depths. Jade’s body quivered beneath me, her cries echoing around us as she came undone.
I could feel the tremors of her orgasm around me, milking me for everything I had. The sensation was too much - too intense. I lost myself to it, the world blurring around me as pleasure consumed every inch of my being.
When the last shudder rolled through me, I cradled her gently to my chest, resting my forehead against her head. Still buried inside her, I felt every aftershock that rippled through her body.
“We should... definitely make this a... tradition,” she said, her breath hot and shaky against my lips when she picked her up. She gave me a dazed smile, her cheeks flushed and eyes shining brightly.
“That’s my girl,” I whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sweaty forehead and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You’re so perfect for me.”
We stayed like that for a while. Me inside her, slowly softening but unwilling to pull away just yet. Her in my arms, head tucked under my chin, fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of my hand.
“Dante?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m glad you came over. There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Okay…”
She looked into my eyes for a second. “But later,” she said. “Will you stay over tonight?”