And when his hands gripped my hips, he hoisted me off the ground.
“Oh,” I squeaked.
“Now,” he said, his gaze darkened, “wrap those legs around me and hang on.”
“I’d say that’s much more than a kiss, D—”
He gripped my cheeks and squeezed them until my lips puckered. “Be a good girl for me, hmm?”
It was a whirlwind of sensations that led to the only thing that mattered. As he hiked up my dress and pulled my thong off to the side, his juicy cock slid between the wet folds of my entrance. My head fell back against the wall, causing his lips to attach to my pulse point. His tongue flicked rhythmically along my sensitive skin. I reached out for any part of him that I could grasp, any tendril of hair or piece of clothing that helped to ground me as his mouth alone tossed me into the heavens. I groaned when his thick tip slipped inside of me with a pop. The electric sensations that overtook my body forced a heavy high into my skull. I hissed as he filled me, his face sinking into the crook of my neck while he kissed and tickled my exposed collarbone with his tongue.
He seemed to stroke every single part of me at once.
But nothing could have prepared me for the ecstasy of his movements when the pad of his thumb found my clit.
“Oh, God,” I asked shockingly.
“Now, what do we have here?” he murmured.
“Shit,” I choked out, grinding my pussy against his hand.
“Goddamn it, you’re so tight for me.”
“Dante,” I moaned.
“Say that again.”
“Dante.”
“Again.”
“Fucking hell, Dante, please don’t stop.”
His lips found the shell of my ear. “That’s what I like to hear, sweet girl.”
Every time he pumped himself into me, his thumb swirled around my clit. His cock filled me to the brim as my quivering walls collapsed around him. They held on tightly, refusing to let go of the comforting heat he pushed throughout my body. Silver stars burst in my vision as his face meandered down my body, planting itself firmly into my tits. He groaned and growled, sucking in patches of skin, and nibbling on them as if I were the snack voice of the evening. I’d never felt so beautiful. So wanted. So… free. Sensations rushed across my body, pulling goosebumps up from the edges of my skin as his cock overwhelmed me. My body betrayed me and my juices dripped down his balls. They smacked against my bare ass, coating me in my own mark as the buckle of his pants clinked against the bathroom floor.
But there was no beauty like the sound of his voice shivering for more.
“Shit,” he hissed as his broken breaths came in short pants, “you feel so good.”
My jaw unhinged. “Dante. Oh, fuck. Please. A li—a little more. Harder. Deeper. Oh, God. Fuck. Just like that. Just like that, Dee.”
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the air around us as my pussy clamped down around his cock. He picked up his head and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing against my pulse points. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The feral sounds that fell from his lips filled me with a high I couldn’t explain. My toes curled as my walls milked him for all he had. My entire body locked out, held hostage by the ecstasy coursing through my veins. His predatory stare, locked with mine and a twisted grin sank against his cheeks. He watched my every movement. He stared me down with every roll of my eyes and every buck of my hips. I was his little puppet, and he was my marionette master, pulling my strings and pushing every single button until he had the reaction that he wanted.
He had caught his prey.
And I’d let him catch me again if he ever gave me the chance.
“Fucking Christ, sweet girl,” he grunted.
His hips stuttered when his attention finally pulled away from me. My body collapsed, spent from the orgasm that had barreled through my body. He pinned me to the wall with his body, and for the first time since laying my eyes on him, I felt his strength. As his body held me up with no help from my own, I got a small glimpse of what his lean, taut form was really capable of. He didn’t bat an eye while he held me there, suspended before him. He didn’t lose a bead of sweat down his brow as his hands cupped my ass cheeks so that he could hold me up and finish himself off. I let him contort me in any way he wished. He pinned my hands above my head and bounced me up the wall with his pelvis, sinking me down the whole of his girth every single time.
Then, his body finally caved to mine.
“Oh, fuck,” he said breathlessly.
Feeling him fall against me slammed my heart against my chest. His hands planted onto the wall on either side of my head, and I kissed his cheek as his own descended to my shoulder. He shivered as he stood there, his cock still filling me up as the evidence of our debauchery leaked from between my legs. And as my lips reached out for him, falling against his shoulder, I felt the last threads of his hot arousal pour into my body.
