I arch my back to press my breast into his hand as he lowers his mouth to my nipple.
He sucks with steady pressure, and his teeth graze the edge just enough to send a jolt through me.
He switches to the other breast after a moment and repeats the action with the same focus.
His free hand slides down to my leggings which he pushes down my legs along with my panties, and I kick them off the bed.
He straightens to remove his shirt then unbuckles his belt, pushes his pants and boxers down, and steps out of them.
He's rock hard already, like he really does want me this badly.
As he strokes himself a few times I pull the bra and shirt fully off, discarding them with the other clothes to the floor, and then he climbs back onto the bed.
He kneels between my thighs and aligns himself with my entrance, rubbing the tip of his head along my folds to gather my wetness.
"You’re already open for me,Bella," he growls. "I love that."
He pushes inside slowly, and the stretch fills me as he moves inch by inch until our hips meet.
I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
He begins to thrust with long, even strokes, each one creating a steady friction along my inner walls.
His hands grip my hips to hold me in place, and his fingers press into my skin without leaving marks.
I lift my hips to meet his movements, and the angle shifts to let him hit a sensitive spot inside me.
Sweat forms on his brow as he maintains the rhythm.
"Oh God, yes, do that," I whimper.
My core is pulsing and aching for climax while he nods and adjusts his grip to support my hips higher before behind to kiss me again with a hunger he can't hide.
Each thrust now carries more force, and the pressure builds in my belly.
I reach between us to circle my clit with my fingers, adding to the sensations.
He notices and replaces my hand with his own, his thumb pressing with precise circles.
The combined stimulation of his thrusts and his thumb pushes me toward release. "I want you to come for me," he says, his eyes locked on mine as he maintains his rhythm.
My muscles tighten around him as the tension peaks, and he continues to drive into me at just the right angle.
"Yes… oh God, right there, just like that," I tell him in a whimper. And he only makes it more intense.
"God, you're so sexy when you're on the edge," he grunts, and I don’t know how he does it but I'm trembling, so close to breaking loose, I can't even speak.
"Dante…" I groan, and I come with a sharp gasp.
The orgasm is strong, forcing my hips off the bed to buck upward into his body.
The sensations are so powerful they're almost painful, twitches and spasms that have me gasping and clawing at his sides, until slowly they begin to wane.
My body relaxes first, then my breathing, but Dante continues thrusting into me gently, pulling every last jolt of pleasure, until I'm a puddle of sex and ecstasy under him.
Then he slows his thrusts and kisses me again.
My breathing steadies, and he pulls out to turn me onto my stomach.
