Dio del cielo….
He had never, ever, ever been so turned on.
She lifted her head. Her eyes were hooded with desire. “Give me your hand.”
He didn’t need telling twice. The chair crashed to the floor in his haste to get to his feet.
She took hold of his hand and guided it to her sex.
He slid a finger and then another inside her…Dio del cielo,she was more than ready for him. She twisted his hand a little so he was also pressing against her swollen clitoris, and laid her head back down to cup both her breasts. “Make me come with your hand,” she commanded thickly.
The state she was in, he knew it wouldn’t take long to bring her to orgasm, but he drew it out, sliding his fingers in and out of her wet heat but barely skimming her nub, torturing her with the pleasure, torturing himself too, his need for relief the strongest he’d ever known, until he dipped his head to suck hard on a nipple at the same moment he pressed down on her nub and she convulsed around his fingers, her body spasming with the force of her climax.
She could hardly have caught her breath when she opened her eyes and propped herself up onto her elbows. “Very good,” she said huskily. “Now make me come with your cock.”
His trousers and underwear had fallen to his ankles before she’d finished her erotic demand.
Callie had never felt so in control and liberated and so entirely at one with her sexuality. In this moment, shewasher sexuality, a vessel of pleasure for them both.
Sitting up, she took Dante’s magnificent cock in her hand and wiped the glistening precum from the head with her thumb, and guided it to her opening. Gripping it tight, marvelling anew at his smooth hardness, she fed it into herself inch by massive inch until her hand was the only barrier preventing full penetration. Releasing her hold, she groped a tight buttock and circled her hips to drive him in the last few glorious inches.
Wrapping an arm around his neck, she slid her tongue into his mouth and breathed, “Fuck me.”
Dante, she’d learned, was superlative at straight fucking. He was superlative at everything in the bedroom. He was passionate and tender one minute and filthy the next, and he’d taught her to embrace the passionate, tender and filthy aspects of her sensuality too, embrace them and revel in them, which was exactly what she was doing now, with him, with Dante, the man she suspected would be the only one to ever enjoy this side of her nature. Suspected but no longer feared. If this was it for the rest of her life, then she would take it because the joy and pleasure she’d found with him was beyond anything.
One hand on his buttock, the other on a tensed shoulder, she lifted her thighs higher and arched back to allow him fuller, deeper penetration, and closed her eyes to the sensation as he pounded in and out of her with grunts and moans of pleasure, his groin locking to hers and coaxing her clitoris back to full arousal.
“Harder,” she moaned, because she knew dirty talk turned him on… and because it turned her on too. “Harder.”
Suddenly, she was flat on her back with her ankles hooked around his shoulders, the sinews of his neck stretching as he bucked into her furiously.
Her head thrashing, the coil inside her tightened.
This was beyond heaven. Beyond everything.
“Look at me,” he commanded roughly.
She opened her eyes and locked onto a hooded gaze filled with lust and something else, something that wove around and then dove into her heart. In the next beat of her heart, the coil sprang free, and suddenly she was enveloped in pleasure that rippled like a thousand tidal waves, only barely aware of Dante thrusting into her one last glorious time with a ragged shout that seemed to come from another world before his mouth moulded to hers and they were as one with such completeness she wished it to never end.
Chapter Twelve
Dante’s mind was blown. Shot.Hewas shot… but in the most pleasurable way imaginable.
His legs felt like jelly. The world had become distant. In that moment, it could be just him and Callie on this earth.
Hooking an arm around her back, he pulled her up slowly, careful not to break the fusion of their groins. She was putty in his hands, and when she was upright, flopped her face into the crook of his neck and sighed.
They stayed like that for the longest time, just holding each other as they came down from the ultimate high.
When he cupped her cheeks to gaze into eyes now the darkest of greys, his heart contracted then pulsed. He kissed her gently before gazing back into those mesmerising eyes. “Stay with me,” he whispered.
The mesmerising eyes widened before her eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“Stay with me,” he repeated, and as he spoke, the weight in his chest he’d been barely aware of forming lifted. “Don’t go home. Stay.”
“I…” She blinked a number of times. “I can’t.”
“You can. You still have another week until you have to return to work. Stay here with me.” He dove his fingers into her silky hair. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.” The five days they’d spent together had been the most intensely thrilling days of his life, a rollercoaster ride he wasn’t yet ready to get off of. The way he was currently feeling, he didn’t know if he’d ever want to get off it. What Dante had found with Callie was like nothing else on this earth, and he was nowhere near ready to even think of letting her go.
