The sensation builds a steady ache between my legs that makes me press my thighs together for relief.
"You're perfect," he murmurs against my skin before taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly and then grazing it with his teeth.
The mix of pleasure and the slightest edge of pain makes my breath hitch in my throat.
I pull him up for a deep kiss, tasting sweat on his tongue as our bodies align more fully.
His hands move to my panties next, sliding them down my legs in such a slow seductive manner that I clench around nothing.
God, I'm aching for him.
I step out of them and kick them aside, feeling exposed, and he sheds his own pants quickly, revealing his arousal that stands ready and eager for me.
Dante guides me backward to the bed where I lie down, watching as he sheds his tie, then his shirt, and finally his boxers.
He's beautiful too, like a chiseled statue on display for me, his body honed by years of effort. And I spread my legs for him as he crawls over me.
He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip against me to coat himself in my wetness.
The teasing contact makes me whimper softly, urging him forward with a roll of my hips.
"I want to feel all of you," I tell him, reaching for him until my fingers find flesh.
He nods and pushes inside me inch by inch, filling me completely until our hips meet.
The stretch is exquisite, a perfect fullness that has me arching upward, wishing he could go deeper.
We stay still for a moment to savor the connection, his forehead resting against mine as our breaths mingle, and he brushes his lips over mine, grunting, "You fit me so well,Bella."
Then he begins to move, withdrawing almost entirely before sliding back in with a smooth thrust.
Each motion builds a rhythm that syncs with the pounding of my pulse, so slick with my arousal the movements are seamless.
Dante's hands brace on either side of my head, giving him leverage to deepen his strokes without overwhelming me.
I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer, meeting each thrust with a lift of my own hips.
The friction between us creates a heat that spreads through my veins like wildfire.
"You're so tight around me," he groans, and his eyes never leave mine.
The way he speaks to me, like I drive him insane, makes me all the more aroused.
I clench around him and he responds with a slightly faster pace, still controlled and attentive to my reactions.
I run my nails lightly down his back, feeling the muscles flex under my touch as he drives into me again and again.
The pleasure coils tighter in my lower belly, a building pressure that promises sweet release.
My breaths come in shorter gasps now, matching the increasing urgency of our movements.
"Ohmio dio…" I grunt, feeling my body surging toward climax.
Dante shifts his weight slightly to one arm, freeing his other hand to caress my side and then trail down to where we're joined.
He strokes my thigh, encouraging me to open wider for him.
The new angle allows him to hit deeper, brushing against that sensitive spot inside me with every thrust.
