“So fucking perfect,” he groans against my pussy lips as the tension boils over and I’m blindsided by a climax.
As I shiver through waves of ecstasy, he lowers his thumb to my clit and makes slow, deliberate circles. He toys with the nervy bud while showering me with praise until my tense muscles relax and the second finish line presents.
Stars reform fast when I wedge my foot between his body and the mattress. He’s so hard the mattress springs are digging into his cock.
While he eats me as if he’s starving, I jerk him off with my foot. It sounds awkward, but the amount of pre-cum soaking the material covering his impressive manhood confirms Dante finds it as hot as I do.
“God, I want to taste you,” I murmur, the fantasy in my head too white-hot to keep to myself.
Dante’s hot breath floats over my soaked pussy. “Soon. I want you to come again first. Then you can do whatever the fuck you want to me,angelo.”
Christ, he’s sexy when he’s blistering with confidence. Only minutes ago, he was carrying the world on his shoulders. Now the heaviness has slipped away.
I did that.
Me.
It feels great admitting that.
His attention to my clit is perfect, better than I’ve ever experienced. My first time didn’t involve much foreplay. There wasn’t enough time. If I wanted to make it out of that storage closet alive, my first time had to be fast and dirty.
Don’t get me wrong. It was amazing. I just prefer to pretend it was terrible because the man who had wooed me out of my panties in less than an hour wasn’t close to who I thought he’d be when his mask slipped.
“Oh god,” I cry out when the tingles ramp up.
“You’re doing so good,” Dante says, curling his fingers. “Keep going.”
Waves of pleasure ripple low in my stomach. I writhe against his mouth, grinding out the orgasm threatening to pull me under.
“Ride the wave, Lucia.”
For a brief second, Dante freezes. Not for long, but long enough for the wave to crest just short of the target. My climax is still earth-shattering, and it sucks the last of my energy, but Dante refuses to relent. He toys with my clit and licks up the remnants of my arousal until I free-fall into orgasmic bliss for the third time this evening.
I can barely lift my head when he scoots off the bed. He stands at the foot, then lowers his eyes to my naked form, his eyes flickering with the memories rolling through his head.
“Show me.” His voice is thick, and it shreds through worry when he says, “Show me what we did that night.”
Even though I’m exhausted, both mentally and physically, I lower my hand to my pussy. When I roll my clit between my thumb and index finger, every muscle in Dante’s body pulls taut. God, he’s a beautiful man. His body is pure perfection, and his cock, even hidden by designer trousers, is awe-inspiring.
I should be embarrassed touching myself in front of him, but I’mnot. Who would feel something as weak as humiliation when you’re being stared at like you’re everything?
Wanting to give Dante an accurate representation of the night he busted me touching myself, I lower my eyes to the crotch of his pants and lick my lips. He follows the deviant movie in my head to a tee. He strokes his cock through his trousers while slowly stepping forward.
“Did you come?” he asks, his voice husky with arousal.
I nod before adding words to the mix. “Yes. With your guidance.”
His growl hits every one of my hot buttons. “Then do that now. Make yourself come.”
“Okay.” I wet two fingers before breaching them past the opening of my pussy. As my thumb circles my clit, I return my eyes to Dante’s crotch. Like the first time we did this, he’s no longer stroking his cock through his trousers. It’s thrusting in and out of his circled fist in rhythm to the frantic throbs of my clit. “Oh…”
“Eyes, Lucia. Keep them open.”
My mouth falls open, and I gasp when he moves close enough for our thrusting arms to touch. My wildest dream is coming true again, and it takes everything I have to stave off another orgasm.
“Oh god. I’m… I’m…”
Intense pleasure radiates through me when Dante’s cock exposes that he’s as close to the edge as I am. The veins feeding his girthy length pulsate as the crown is swamped with pre-cum.
“Dante…”
He watches every breathless squirm rocketing through my body, fighting not to turn his eyes to the door. It’s closed.
A lack of privacy is the cause of his fret. It’s his memories slowly seeping back in.
He knows what happened that night. He just refuses to let those secrets burn us at the stake for the second time.
He’s putting me first.
