She sucks in a panicky breath when my hand slides lower, finally cupping her tit through the gauze fabric of her dress.Hunger slithers through me, filling my world with the need to stroke, to taste, to claim.
This woman ismine.
All I have to do is claim her.
Lowering my head until our mouths are only inches apart, I release a shaky breath.Close, so close, I don’t know how much longer this can go on before I lose my grip, and she wishes she had never poked the monster sleeping inside me.“So maybe it’s time for me to take what ismine,” I conclude in a whisper, letting my hand slide down to her hip and pull her close until the erection that’s starting to stir presses against her.
Her body stiffens, and she bites her lip once I start gathering the flowing fabric, bunching it up, and raising the hem a little at a time.As soft as it is, I’m sure it’s nothing compared to the skin underneath.“What do you think?”I ask before she gasps again once my fingertips stroke her thigh.“What, you don’t have anything to say now?”
Her tongue darts over her lips before she whispers, “Let go of me.”
“Is that what youreallywant?”Her mouth is too appealing, practically begging for my kiss.But instead of tasting those full lips, I let my mouth skim her jaw.Her soft sigh pairs with the way she tips her head back, giving me access to her long neck.“I don’t think so.”
“Because you know me so well?”she asks, then tries a defiant laugh.The breathlessness behind it tells another story.
“You tell me.You’re the one practically begging for me to lap every inch of your throat.”I lift my head away and put space between our bodies like I’m finished.“But if that’s the way you want it…”
Something close to pain flashes across her face.“It is,” she lies.
“Then I will definitely stop.”Looking down between us, I release a sigh, taking in her luscious body.“I won’t make you tremble harder than you already are.I wouldn’t dream of stroking your pussy the way I’m stroking your thigh.”
Her eyelids flutter when my fingertips graze her silky skin, and a soft, regretful groan stirs in her mouth.“This isn’t fair,” she whispers, swaying until her tits brush my chest.
“What?I’m giving you what you want.”Like magic, my hand is gone, hovering inches from her thigh.
She whimpers the way I knew she would.A child having their toy taken away before they’re finished playing.“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”This is it.I’m reeling her in, slowly but surely.My mouth is dangerously close to hers, inches away, energy building in the space where our breath mingles.“Tell me, Sophia.”
“Don’t…” Another whimper before she breaks down, closing her eyes before giving in to what she craves.“Don’t stop.”
And now nothing in the world could stop me from finding the heat between her thighs, where a scrap of lace covers her pussy.Her hips thrust at my touch, and I chuckle against her skin, stroking that lace, savoring the way she trembles and pants helplessly.It’s safer to focus on her and not what she’s doing to me, or else I would have no choice but to impale her here and now, mercilessly.That’s not who I am anymore.I cannot be that man.
Instead, my tongue lapping at the fluttering pulse beneath her delicate skin, I find the edge of that lace and slide my fingers underneath, stroking her silky slit.She keeps herself bald, and the juices have started to coat her lips.Holy fuck, she’s wet.She would grip me like a vice, wouldn’t she?
Not yet.Not like this.Not while I’m barely holding onto my last scrap of self-control.I would only hurt her now.It’s better to make her back arch when I find her swollen bundle of nerves and stroke it with my middle finger.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, bearing down on me, rolling her hips in time with my strokes.“Oh, Dante…”
Fuck.The sound of my name tumbling out of her mouth, heavy with lust, helpless with desire.She’s going to break me, I know it, and there’s nothing I can do about it.It’s inevitable.
“Come for me.”I pant close to her ear, groaning when she shivers and moans.My body is a coiled spring, I’m half out of my mind with need, and my entire world revolves around the way her body so easily responds to my command.“Give it to me, Sophia.”
“I’m… Dante… I’m… coming!”And then she does, crying out until my ears ring, drenching my fingers in a fresh flood of warmth from her core.
She turns her head like her mouth is trying to find mine, and there’s a moment when I see myself leaning in, claiming her mouth this time, and letting go of everything I’ve fought back and locked away, giving it all to her now and pouring it all into her, when Monica’s voice rings in my ears,“I could never be with a man like you.You’re vile.You’re an animal.”
A soft sigh that sounds a lot like disappointment leaks from between Sophia’s parted lips when I let go of her wrists, pulling my hand free from her thong.Her eyes dart over my face, filled with confusion and lingering pleasure.
“I’m going to bed now,” I tell her, straining behind my zipper, my pulse still racing, her juices on my fingers.“Goodnight.”
As I reach the top of the stairs, I hear her sigh, and I respond with the closing of my bedroom door.
It’s the only chance I have of blocking her out.
At least physically.
There is no blocking her out of my mind.
