Maybe buying that was a mistake…
Essence comes into the room and shuts the door behind her, chuckling as she sits next to me. “He’s just excited.”
I grab her hand and place it on my erection. “So am I.”
Her dark brown eyes are molten with desire as she chews on her plump bottom lip. When she runs her hand over me, I think I might come from that feeling alone.
“Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy,” I groan right before I crash my lips against hers.
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull; she moans into my mouth and palms my cock. My hips instinctively start grinding against her hand. The feeling of her through my pants makes me want to take them off so I can feel her soft skin on me, but I can’t bringmyself to stop what we’re doing right now. It feels too fucking good.
Shefeels too good.
Essence’s lips travel from mine and down the stubbled edge of my jaw to my neck. I shiver when her warm breath skates across my skin. I tilt my head to the side as she gently grazes her teeth along the slope of my neck where it meets my shoulder, then I hiss when she sinks them into my skin.
“Fuck,” I groan, jerking my hips. She presses the heel of her palm against me just a little bit harder, evoking the most feral noises I’ve ever made.
When she bites me again, I can’t hold it anymore—I come in my fucking pants.
I fall back onto one of my elbows and grab Essence’s hand to keep it in place. I shamelessly grind my dick against her, using her for my pleasure.
“Fuck, Essence,” I breathe as the last of my orgasm rocks through me. I fall back onto the bed in a sweaty heap and try to catch my breath. Essence straddles me and sits so her pussy is right on my sensitive cock, making me twitch.
“Are you tapping out?” she asks teasingly, an amused glint in her eye.
Damn, this little siren of mine is going to be the death of me.
CHAPTER 39
ESSENCE
I can’t believeI made him finish in his pants. I’ve never done that before.
Do it again, my brain tells me.
It’s tempting, but I don’t want to break his dick before I’ve had a chance to ride it.
I lean over and pepper his face with soft kisses, then slowly down to his neck where I’ve marked him with my teeth before coming to a stop at the collar of his shirt. His scent radiates off of the soft fabric, and I can’t help but bury my nose in it and inhale deeply.
God, he smells so good.
Dante cups my ass and lifts his hips, hissing when his cock grazes over my pussy.
“Sit up,” he commands roughly, fingers playing with the edge of my dress. I straighten up so he can lift it over my head and toss it to the side. His amber eyes are like liquid fire as they rove over my body appreciatively.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. He sits up, grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me in for a kiss.
His tongue is warm and wet as he slides it past my lips and into my mouth. I moan and melt against the hardness of his body.
He feels so warm, so safe.
So perfect.
I’ve never felt this way with Evan before, never felt as cherished and protected as I do with Dante.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach when he grabs the hair at the base of my neck and angles my head to deepen our kiss. His tongue skates over mine deliciously. He still tastes like dinner, and it takes everything in me not to bite down on him.
Not yet, anyway.
