Chapter 14 #2
As he panfried the scallops, he slid out of the way so that she could put the salmon into the oven.
“Once the fish is done, we can eat.”
“So, we have time to kill.” Dante finished the scallops and untied his apron. And then he began untying hers.
“What do you think you’re doing? We should get a jumpstart on the dishes. They won’t do themselves, you know.”
“That’s what the dishwasher is for, and it can wait.” He pressed his lips against her neck which erased every thought from her head. “Everything can wait. Except for this.”
He freed the buttons on her simple blouse before she could argue. Not that she wanted to argue when he began thumbing her nipples. He gently nipped and kissed her neck as she dropped her head back onto his shoulder.
“Bedroom,” she whispered.
He stopped kissing her long enough to challenge that. “I thought you liked to be in the kitchen.” He maneuvered her to a small desk built into the wall. Her laptop was open, the screen dark. He gently shut the lid and shoved it and her notebook to one side.
She rested her palms there as he reached around to unbutton her pants.
He rucked up her bra, exposing both breasts before he slipped one hand over her lace panties.
He teased her center with one hand while fingering her nipple with the other.
He kissed her neck some more, and the mesmerizing rhythm of all three of those moves did indeed send her eyes rolling back in her head.
She writhed against his hand while bracing her weight on the desk. It was a good thing she was holding on to something, because his request of “Come for me” nearly buckled her knees. When he repeated it, she obeyed, pressing into his palm and riding out her orgasm.
When she’d caught her breath, she turned to face him. She kicked her pants and panties off, leaving them on the floor.
Smugly, he watched her. He was damned pleased with himself, she could tell. “Don’t just stand there. Take your pants off,” she commanded.
“Yes ma’am.” He tossed them to the floor next to hers. Then he lowered his head to take her breast onto his tongue as he stroked his cock with one hand. Heat pooled in her center as she watched his strong fingers move along the shaft to the head.
“Let me.” She took over for him, trading his hand for hers, growing more wet and ready as she touched him. Every part of him, from smooth muscle to tanned skin to his dark hair, did it for her. He was the sexiest man she’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping with.
His mouth halted over her nipple when his own arousal distracted him. He grasped her hips and turned her around. This time she clutched onto the half-wall dividing her kitchen from her living room and held on for dear life.
He gave each of her butt cheeks a light squeeze before he spread them and entered her from behind. She stood on her tiptoes so that he could maneuver to the promised land, but there was no need. He’d found it on his own.
Her nipples beaded, begging to be plucked. And so she answered the call and reached up to touch herself.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled into her ear, clearly happy about that move. He entered her again and again, his hips flush with her plush bottom as he slipped in and out of her channel. “Do you have another one for me?”
“Fuck, yeah,” she answered, a smile taking over her face.
He must’ve liked that too, because he tightened his hold on her hips and drove into her harder. She switched her hand from one nipple to the other, but soon lost track of everything except for the sensation of him fucking her.
And God, was he good.
Her gasps and moans came quicker now. She allowed herself to give into the greedy demands of her body. Nothing was better than his undivided attention when she was naked.
He reached around to find the tender bud, massaging her clit with his fingers and encouraging her to “Come again, Honesty. Now.”
She had no choice but to obey, coming against his attentive fingers, the word “yes” rolling off her tongue again and again. She was lost in bliss—in ecstasy. She forgot where she was, but never who she was with.
“How does that feel?” he asked, showing no signs of slowing.
“So good. So, so good,” she answered with some effort as another wave hit her mercilessly.
“That’s my girl. That’s my good girl.”
And it was those words that shot her to the moon.
On a shout, she pulled her hand from her nipple and dropped it to the wall to hold herself up, or to keep from flying off the planet, she wasn’t sure which.
Her release rocked her entire body. Her legs, her knees, her everything shook. And when that powerful orgasm finally spiraled to an end, her arms lost almost all their strength.
She knew he was close, though, so she held herself up, wanting more than anything for him to claim his own prize.
She used what remained of her waning strength to clench her inner muscles around his cock.
That sealed his fate. He came inside of her, his hips pumping, his shouts of satisfaction coating her ear.
As his movements slowed, she enjoyed the buzz climbing her body. It was as if her every nerve ending was purring. She wanted to collapse to the floor in a heap—would have if he would’ve let her.
He scooped her up and carried her to the living room where he deposited her on the couch. He pulled off the T-shirt he hadn’t bothered removing and then collapsed next to her.
Which had taken some doing considering he was about a foot and a half longer than her couch.
He let out a sigh. “Best dessert ever.”
Her husky laugh came from the depths of her very soul—or maybe that was her G-spot, she thought with a smile. She was so satisfied, she couldn’t care less about making dessert. Or eating dinner.
Oh no! Dinner.
“The salmon is still in the oven. You’ll have to move so I can get it or take it out yourself.”
His words were somewhat muffled by her hair when he said, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Her smile faded. His promise was a dangerous one.
Given carte blanche to ask “whatever” of him, she wasn’t confident she wouldn’t ask for it all.