I rise onto my hands and knees, anticipating his next move as he positions himself behind me and spreads my thighs wider with his hands.
"God, I'm going to enjoy this."
His lips brush the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I shiver at the warmth of his breath.
He moves closer, and his tongue flicks out to trace my folds, tasting the slickness there.
Then, he presses his mouth fully against me, his tongue circling my clit making me grip the sheets to steady myself as he sucks gently, each pull sending a pulse through my core.
His hands hold my hips to keep me in place while his tongue explores deeper, dipping into my entrance before returning to my clit.
The rhythm builds steadily, and I push back slightly to meet his movements.
"Tell me how this feels," he murmurs against me, the vibration adding to the sensation.
I moan softly and say, "It’s fucking incredible—don’t stop."
He intensifies his efforts, his tongue moving faster in tight circles.
My thighs tremble as the pressure mounts, and I'm on the edge when he pulls away leaving me whining for more.
Dante enters me again, and the new angle allows deeper penetration that sends fresh sparks through my body.
"Shit, you feel good," he says, his voice tinged with strain as he grips my waist.
I push back against him to match his thrusts, and the mattress bounces slightly under us.
Each stroke stretches me farther, amplifying the heat building again as his hand slides around to my front, and his fingers find my clit again.
He rubs in tight circles, syncing with his thrusts to create a steady buildup.
My arms tremble from holding the position, and I let my chest press into the mattress as he groans in pleasure.
The pressure mounts faster this time, my body still sensitive from the first release.
I rock back harder to deepen each thrust, and his fingers press more firmly on my clit. "Now… oh, God, now," I gasp just as the second orgasm hits, stronger than the first, and my muscles clench around him as I moan into the pillow.
This time, it's so intense I feel pressure in my head, fireworks detonating under my skin.
I buck and jolt, and his hands pin me against his body shoving his cock as deep as it can go.
I feel him pound into my cervix and it only makes the pleasure greater.
I'm clawing the sheets, whimpering into a pillow as he presses a thumb to my ass and I groan again, louder this time.
He continues thrusting through my climax to extend it, and my body shudders under the intensity.
After a moment, he comes with a low, drawn-out groan, and warmth fills me as he pulses inside.
I feel the languid pulses of his dick, the way his seed drains out of my body around him and down my thighs.
Then I feel his lips press to my shoulder blade and his stubble scrape my skin.
He pulls out and sex is over, but I don't want him to leave even when I know well and good that he has a time limit.
I'm probably not going to see him much while he finishes things, and I find myself hating that.
I roll to my side and he leans down to kiss me again.
