Wanted to remember that this had been real.
His hips rolled against mine, his cock dragging over the landing to my pussy with a slick, maddening slide that made me whimper into his mouth. When his fingers dipped between us and found how wet I already was, I gasped, hips tilting helplessly into his touch.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured against my throat, sounding toe-curlingly pleased.
“Mm-hmm,” I gasped in acknowledgment, but wasn’t able to form a coherent thought because of the maddening way his finger circled my clit.
He groaned and pushed one finger inside me, then another. I clenched around him, my head falling back against the wall as he worked me crazy, finding that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
I whimpered and pushed myself even closer to him, my body saying things I couldn’t bring myself to. He got the memo:I needed more. In one whoosh, he had me off the floor, his hands cupping my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He carried me to the mat and laid me down gently, before positioning himself between my legs. The head of his cock pushed against my entrance, and for a moment, he paused, his eyes locking with mine.
“You sure?” he asked, and even through the haze of lust, I could see he remembered what happened last time. He had always been hard on himself when it came to me. I’d simply forgotten.
“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes.”
Slowly, he pushed inside me, stretching me in a way that burned so good I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. It had been so long—not just since I’d been with anyone, but since I’d been with him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine once he was fully inside me. “You feel like a cocoon, Alisa. Like I can forget the whole world when I’m in you.”
I couldn’t speak. The sensation of him inside me, stretching me, completing me—it was overwhelming. All I could do was lift my hips, urging him to move.
He began to roll his hips. His first thrust was gentle, testing, but when I moaned and dug my heels into his back, he picked up the pace. Each stroke hit deeper than the last, and I felt my body building toward something huge, something earth-shattering.
“Harder,” I begged hoarsely, my voice struck with pleasure.
He growled low in his throat, then reached down to grab one of my legs, lifting it and positioning it over his shoulder. Thenew angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every strike, and I couldn’t hold back my screams anymore.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his pace relentless now. “Let me hear you, Alisa. Show me what’s making you feel this good.”
My cries echoed through the gym as he pounded into me, the mat beneath us slithering from how hard we fucked. The sweat glistened off his chest, dripped down the lines. He looked like a god above me, powerful and primal, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
The pressure inside me built higher and higher, a coiling tension at the base of my spine that threatened to snap at any moment. Dante must have sensed how close I was because his hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. “Come around my cock, baby.”
His words tipped me over the edge, and the orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave—starting low and deep, then crashing outward until even my fingertips tingled. My walls clenched around him in desperate pulses, dragging him deeper, holding him there as pleasure rippled through every nerve. My back arched off the mat, and I cried out his name, even as my vision blurred at the edges like I was unraveling from the inside out.
“Fuck, Alisa!” I felt Dante throb inside me, then sputter out as he came with a hoarse shout. I felt the heat of his release filling me, marking me from the inside out.
He just rested on me while we caught our breaths, and I felt his body against me like a soothing blanket, pressing into me most deliciously. For long moments, we just lay there, buteventually he rolled to the side, taking me with him, so I ended up draped across his chest.
His hand traced lazy patterns on my back, and I listened to his heart beneath my ear.
The silence felt charged, full of things neither of us was ready to say. I felt it. He had things to say, too, and I had all these thoughts running through my mind.
It was just sex, wasn’t it? So why did it feel like so much more? Why did it feel like homecoming?
The fact that it did terrified me.
Because if I let myself fall back into him, what would happen when it all fell apart again? I’d barely survived losing him the first time. A second time would destroy me completely.
I needed a distraction. Something to focus on that wasn’t the way my heart seemed to recognize his, even after all this time.
“We should do something about your eye,” I said, pushing myself up to look at his bruised face.
He winced as he sat up. “It’s fine.”
