“Mm… Dante,” I moan.“It feels so good.Touch me.Touch me everywhere.”
My hips are moving by the time his fingers slide through my swollen slit, making me writhe against him because,oh my God, it’s incredible.The slightest touch turns me into this needful thing with only one goal in mind.
But he has the same goal, humping my ass while he strums my clit.“Back where you belong,” he whispers, and I moan in agreement.“Here.With me.My fingers in your pussy, and my cock rubbing your ass.”
I moan helplessly, lost in the feeling, in the sound of his voice.
“With my cock deep inside you.”It’s not his cock but his fingers that fill me, stretch me.I bear down on them, almost riding them in a frenzy as the tension in my core builds.It’s coming, I feel it, and my body responds by doing everything it can to bring on release.
“Good girl.Come on my fingers,” he urges, using his thumb on my clit while his digits pump faster.“Come on my fingers, and I’ll reward you with my cock.”
“I’m… oh shit!Jesus Christ!”My eyes squeeze shut, and my body tenses in the last second before I yelp out my relief.Wave after wave starts from my core and radiates outward, enveloping me in warm, sweet bliss.
I’m too weak to do anything but whimper softly when he turns me around, backing me up against the wall.As hard as he is, the way he panted in my ear like an animal, I expect him to impale me all at once and take me hard and fast.
I even encourage him, wrapping a hand around him, teasing the underside of his head with my thumb while I stroke his shaft.“Where should I put this?”I whisper, looking up at him.
All he does is gently remove my hand, draping my arm over his shoulder, followed by my other arm.“I love you,” he tells me, making my soul sing while his wide head probes my wetness.
This is different.It’s in the way he stares deep into my eyes, his forehead touching mine, our breath mingling.My arms tighten around his shoulders, instinctively drawing him closer before he works his way inside me.
This is him, really and truly.This is Dante.
His soul is staring down at me while he moves inside me in slow, tantalizing strokes that make my mouth fall open for an endless string of moans to come out.It’s almost too much.I almost want to hide from it, being this vulnerable, exposed, and having nowhere to go.
Somehow, over the sound of our heavy breathing, his words reach me.“Only me.Always.”
“Oh, yes,” I moan, wrapping a leg around him, opening myself wider so he can sink deeper.“Yes, always.”
“And always, only you,” he replies.I see the truth shining down at me.It’s more than words.He means it with all of him, including his fierce heart.
“Yes, Dante.”The words are barely out before he captures my mouth, claiming it the way he claims my pussy, my entire body.My heart.
His pace quickens and so does mine, my body jerking up and down to match his strokes, my back sliding against the tile while his granite chest slides against mine.The heat is too much, and somehow, it’s not enough.I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
It’s happening again.“I’m going to… oh God,” I frantically whisper.
“I feel it,” he grunts before burying his face in my neck.“So tight.Let it go.Give it to me.”
I hear his desperation.How weak he is for me.That’s what takes the mind-bending pleasure and pushes it over the top so that I can crash down while he slams deeply one more time.
“Fuck, Sophia!”His words are muffled against my skin, but I feel them vibrate through me while my pussy clenches down on his pulsing cock.
“Oh fuck, Dante.”I moan, leaning against the wall, running my fingers through his wet hair while my core flutters.He leans against me, holding me between his body and the wall so the two of us can catch our breath between soft, sweet kisses.
If this is what our forever will look like, I can’t imagine ever wanting anything else.No matter what happens after today, knowing I have this to come back to will make it all worthwhile.
I’ve finally come home.
* * *
Two weekslater
I’ve heard more grumbling and sighing in the past ten minutes while getting ready for dinner than I have in my entire life.
“I hope we can trust your brother to be on his best behavior tonight,” Dante mutters from in front of the bathroom sink.
“Relax,” I insist as I finish my makeup at my vanity.Finally, we share a bedroom for real.“Hasn’t he earned a little bit of trust?He’s been a good boy for two whole weeks, and he did help you rescue me.”It still doesn’t feel real.I doubt it ever will.
