Madison didn’t know why she was giving in. No, that wasn’t true. She knew why. She had got the feeling of a spark when their eyes met, and his closeness did something she had never experienced before. Only read in her romance novels. She didn’t think it was real but wouldn’t dare ask any friends to confirm. They teased her enough because she was inexperienced. She knew she should set some boundaries, because it was clear he was a man who was used to getting his way. But she wanted it. She wanted something for herself. Someone who wanted her. Something to take her mind off the bills and being the sole caregiver to her brother and their parents. She wanted to feel like a woman. To see if those romance novels had it right. Give herself something to look back on. Anyway, it was just one kiss.
She took a deep breath and let her shoulders drop now that she had made her decision. “Ok.”
“Ok,” he repeated.
“I’m ready.” She stood still. How were you even supposed to stand when you waited to get kissed?
“Good. Do you have a man?”
“No, but would it matter if I did?”
“It would. I don’t cheat or help anyone else to cheat.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Then aren’t you going to kiss me?”
“Yeah. I’m going to kiss that smart mouth, but there is a lot that goes into a kiss before lips even touch.”
She had never heard that, but she didn’t know from personal experience so less she look stupid, she would have to take his word for it.
“Ok, well I’m ready whenever you are.” She closed her eyes and puckered her lips. But nothing happened. She cracked open one eye to find him staring at her. She opened the other eye as heat crept up her neck. Was he just teasing her? He didn’t want to kiss her. Just wanted to see if she would let him. She was stupid. She was wasting time here when she could be with Henry.
“Look, this has been fun and all, but I gotta go.”
He moved towards her, and she backed up. Her bottom hit the door, followed by her back.
“I want your eyes open when you’re kissing me.” He cupped her cheek. He slide his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. “I want to be clear that it is me that makes you feel good.” His other hand did the same and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as her head lolled back and exposed her neck. “That’s it, Madison.”
Before she could change her mind, his lips came down on hers. Not in the crushing punishing way she had expected. It was soft and gentle. Close to tender the way he nibbled the corners of her mouth. When he licked one, she gasped and that’s when things turned. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and his lips applied more pressure.
She didn’t know what it was, but she opened her mouth wider. She wanted to let his tongue explore her mouth. He moved closer to her, and she could feel his arousal hard and thick on her stomach. And she came alive and pressed into him. Her tongue tangled with his as she copied him move for move.
Madison’s hair fell to her shoulders and down her back and some part of her realized that he had let her hair down, but she was in a fog. One of his hands slid down her neck. Traced down her shoulder and stopped at her hip. He pulled her in closer and then moved both hands to her rear.
Hands. Where were her hands? They were in between them. But instead of doing what she put them there to do—push him away after the peck—they fisted his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She wanted to feel his skin, and she lifted the shirt higher until she could get her hands underneath.
Dante had the same idea, and her eyes sprang open. She hadn’t known she had closed them until his hands slid up her ribcage and cup her breasts. This wasn’t his first time, and he was quick to unclasp her bra and had her breasts free in seconds. The air was cool on them, and her nipples were quick to bead under his fingers. She followed his lead and mimicked what he did to his nipples.
He pulled her tank over her head and his shirt was quick to follow. They were chest to chest, and it still wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him all over. She cupped his manhood through his pants and then her fingers, with a mind of their own, undid his pants.
He had the same idea earlier than her as her pants were pushed down her hips. She cried out when he kneeled in front of her to take her pants off. She missed his lips, but they soon found hers. But these were the ones between her legs.
She tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t let her. He placed a kiss on her panty-covered mound before he slid her panties down and then lifted her leg over his shoulder. With the movement, she was exposed to his eyes.
And underneath her embarrassment was desire. She got wetter, and her muscles down there clenched the air. She wanted more. She wanted to be filled. When his tongue touched her folds, it was like an electric shock from her clit to her nipples, and her hips jerked forward. He took another slow lick, parted her folds until he touched the bundle of nerves at the apex of her center. And if possible she believed she would orgasm from just that.
He was gentle as he sucked it into his mouth before he flicked his tongue over it.
“Aghh.” She was going to come. She knew the feeling when she worked a vibrator in her pussy with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. She let go of his hair that she had in a death grip and kneaded and pinched her own nipples as her hips rolled of their own accord over his mouth.
“Dante. Don’t. Stop.”
And he didn’t. He kept on until she exploded in his mouth. Her head flung back and mouth open, she was flung into the stars, and she didn’t want to come down. But down she did come. Her body supported between the door and Dante’s body. She came back to his soft kisses as he took care to avoid her sensitive clit. He kissed around it and her inner thighs. Was it over? Was he done with her?
“Madison. I want you. I want to be inside of you. If you don’t want that, leave now.” He stood up and moved away from her. The muscles in his chest and abs seemed chiseled from granite. His pants open and hung off lean hips. Dark hair led downward and she could see his bulge in his boxer briefs.
She should grab her clothes and go. He was giving her an out. A choice. She hadn’t known him long but in her gut she trusted that if she got dressed and left, he wouldn’t touch her again. But she didn’t. Why didn’t she move? She couldn’t. This was going to be a night to remember. She walked toward him on shaky legs before she dropped down knees apart and butt hovered over the ground.
Before he could do anything she pulled his pants and boxer briefs down in one go. His cock sprang out, its eye looked at her and dripped with fluid. Before nerves could get her she took him in her hands and licked the tip. He groaned. She guessed she had done it right. It sounded like a pleasure groan and not one of pain. Not that she had heard many male groans in pleasure or in pain. Maybe you could learn how to perform sexual acts from her knowledge of romance novels she had read?
