Dante’s fingers tangle in my curls and grip my hair harder. Much like the couple at the restaurant, he’s devouring me so ravenously that I can barely catch my breath. My chest starts to tighten with the need for some air, but I can’t bring myself to pull away from him.
And, call me crazy, but the lack of oxygen is exhilarating. It’s why I like being choked, but this is a different feeling. Dante is quite literally sucking the air from my lungs and I’m powerless to stop him.
My head feels light, and I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Just when I’m about to tap out, he pulls away and rolls us over so I’m laying on the bed. I inhale deeply and try to relax to calm my breathing.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Dante says quietly, hovering over me.
“It’s okay,” I say breathlessly. I smile to let him know that I really am okay; I don’t want him to think he’s hurt me.
Dante stays with me until my breathing is normal again, and then he takes off his shirt and pulls a lighter out of his pocket.
He holds the little metal device in front of me and asks, “Can I burn you?”
He flicks the lighter, and my mouth dries up at the sight of the flame. I’ve never dabbled with fire before, so I’m a little anxious to try it out, but I nod anyway.
“Are you sure?” he asks cautiously. “I don’t want you to do this just for me.”
I nod. “I’m open to trying new things with you.”
He grins devilishly and pushes himself off me. “Good. Now spread those legs and let me lick your pussy.”
My stomach flips at his words, but I push myself up to lean on my elbows and spread my legs open. I start to take off my heels, but he grips my ankle and shakes his head.
“Leave them on,” he says, running a thumb over the inside of my ankle. “I want to feel the tips of these heels digging into my back while I pleasure you.”
I chew on my bottom lip and nod.
Dante and I lock eyes as he leans in and licks me from ass to clit in one slow, torturous swipe. My head falls back as my moans fill the room.
He starts a pattern of flicking his tongue over me a few times before capturing my clit between his lips and sucking.
“That feels so good,” I moan pitifully, already feeling my stomach tightening.
The little hairs on his face feel amazing against the insides of my thighs. He must know how much I like the feel of them because he squeezes my legs tighter around his head.
I hike my feet up just enough to dig my heels in Dante’s back, just like he wanted. He grunts from the initial pressure, but the pain only turns him on more. He licks and sucks and bites my clit mercilessly, driving me absolutely insane.
That familiar pressure builds and builds in my clit, and I’m so close to tipping over the edge when?—
“Shit!” I hiss, slapping a hand over my nipple. When I look down, Dante is holding the lighter just centimeters away from my peaked nipple, eyes intent on me.
“That surprise you?”
I nod and grit my teeth. “Yeah.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I say with a grunt. “Just lick it.”
Dante’s tongue is soft and warm as he runs it over my burned nipple; I shiver from the sensation of it.
“Do it again,” I beg pitifully.
He chuckles darkly and runs the small flame over my other nipple, making me flinch, but I moan when he sucks it into his mouth to soothe the small hurt.
Dante rubs circles over my throbbing clit as he continues to burn me with the lighter. By the time I climax again, my whole chest is tingling.
