“Yes,” I whimper as he inches inside of me, stretching my walls. I expect pain and discomfort, but there's so much more. I ache for him in ways I never thought I could. "I want you too."
He grips my hip and, with eyes locked on mine, slams forward, burying his cock in me. I cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly at the sensation that rushes through me. There’s pain and pleasure, but there’s something else, a feeling stronger than both.
Love.
And my chest aches with it. So much that I can almost feel it. The need to be one with the man who finally saw me when I was invisible to the world. But he didn’t just see me. He wanted me too. Wants me, still.
“Gia,” his voice is strangled as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes panicking when he spots the tears in my eyes. “Baby—”
“I’m okay,” I assure him, letting the tears spill as I stroke his shoulders. “I’m fine, I promise.”
“I’ll make it better for you,mia passerotta.”
“You already have,” I whisper, pushing up to press his lips with mine. I tighten my grip on his shoulders as the ache in my core grows, and when he starts to move, I cry out.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he pants into the kiss, pulling back before slowly pushing his hips forward, his cock stroking my most intimate parts. Pleasure shoots through me as he starts rocking into me and I cling to that large muscled body, our damp skin sliding against each other in the most erotic of moves.
And I take everything.
Slowly, his moves turn fevered as does his breath. His hand slides to my breast, and I cry out when he tugs at my nipple, moisture flooding the spot between us. “Fuck, your pussy is getting wetter for me, baby.”
"Yes," I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he pumps his cock into me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about filling this tight pussy with my cum,” he growls, and his words make my inner walls clench with need. The thought of having a piece of him inside of me only makes my skin feel hotter. “You like that, don’t you. Hearing just how much I want to come inside of you.”
“Yes, I want that,” I cry out, my hips jolting off the floor when he dips his fingers between my legs and strokes my clit. “Dante… oh God!”
"You're mine," he growls, slamming into me,and I feel the pressure rise in my core, promising to be violent. His fingers stroke my clit faster as he hammers into me, and Iscream when the orgasm tears through me. My muscles seize and tense seconds before the explosion happens. A delicious feeling spreads through my body, threatening to drown me in its intensity. Dante thrusts harder, his hips slapping against mine in utter abandon. “I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum. Tell me you want it!”
“I want it,” I sob, scratching a line down his back at the threat of another explosion. “Please, Dante, come inside of me.”
His muscles tense, and I feel his shaft swelling inside of me. His thrusts intensify, pressing against my clit harder, sending me back to the edge. My pussy clenches hard around him, closing around his shaft like a vise, and he stills, bellowing as he drives his shaft deeper inside of me and floods me with cum. His cock jerks, swelling more and stretching me until I’m shaking and trembling, my breath wheezing out.
His mouth finds mine as his strokes turn lazy until he stops and then collapses on top of me.
***
Maybe I slip out of consciousness for a second or something as the memory of being carried out of the gym is fuzzy as is the memory of Dante carrying me to his bedroom and laying me on the bed. I have little recollection of any of that, and the next thing I know, the man is fluffing his pillow for me and brushing his lips over my forehead.
"Stay here," he says, pulling back, but I grab his hand before he can leave. After the out-of-body experience we've just shared, I don't want to be alone. Not even for a second.
“Don’t go,” I whisper, hoping he’ll skip work today and just spend it with me.
“I’m not leaving you, Gia,” he rasps, leaning back down and brushing his mouth over mine. “I’m just going to prepare a bath for you so you won’t be sore later.” I flush at his words, making him laugh. "Just wait for me here, okay? I won't be long."
And with another kiss, he’s gone.
I lie down on my back and stare at the ceiling. I can’t stop the grin that stretches my lips. I squeal and turn my face to the pillow, screaming as I kick my feet in excitement. To the memory of what we just shared and what is going to happen in the future.
It’s clear more than ever that Dante is the one I want to be with.
Maybe I can convince him to stay with me for the day, or we could go out for breakfast, take a stroll, or do whatever it is other people do when they’re together. Grinning, I reach over to his nightstand to check the time on his phone, wondering just how much time we have before I need to worry about him leaving for work. I tip his phone to the side to check the time when my gaze is pulled to something else. My brows wrinkle as I lean forward for a closer look.
My brain doesn’t immediately register what I’m staring at, and when I do, my heart melts.
Next to the lamp, under a paperweight, is a stack of ticket stubs. Dante has been to a couple of my shows in New York, and I blush when I realize that he kept the ticket stubs. For memories, maybe?
I bite my lip and reach for them, smiling as I study them. Slowly, the smile melts from my face when I realize the ticketstubs are from my European shows. I sit up in bed and look through each, my heart racing when I realize that it’s not just one show.
