I’ve never unraveled so easily before, and its speed doesn’t diminish its potency in the slightest. My climax rushes through my body, making me a critic of delayed gratification after only one taste.
Patiently and gently, Dante brings me back from the high. As his tongue finds my clit, one of his hands moves from my ass to my drenched slit. My eyes roll skyward when he stuffs two fingers inside me while he strikes my clit with back-to-back licks.
The combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming. It’s so erotic that before I can make our exchange anywhere near even, another orgasm shakes my limbs.
I gasp and moan as goose bumps trek over every inch of my skin.
Yet Dante still doesn’t relent.
He keeps eating me until I feel used in the most delicious way possible. My body sings in harmony by the time Dante climbs up my spent body and curls my legs around his sticky waist.
He’s naked, and his dick is sheathed with a condom that has to be labeled extra-large. He’s long, veiny, and thick. Even though our last exchange was only hours ago, I can’t wait to feel every inch of him again.
Like he didn’t drive me to the brink of ecstasy tonight more times than I’ve orgasmed in my adult life, he drags his fingers between my legs to test my readiness.
His approving growl nearly sets me off again. “So wet,angelo. Anyone would swear you love my head between your legs.”
Before I can formulate a reply, much less articulate it, he swipes his cock’s head across my clit, wiping all negativity from my thoughts.
I love his head between my legs, but I can never tell him that.
Love in any form is an attachment I can’t risk.
Dante smiles, words not needed to read my thoughts, before hepeers down at me with those beautiful dark eyes that seem to see straight into my soul.
“Ready,angelo?”
The simplicity of his question shocks me. Permission isn’t something I ever had to give.
Well, except that one time.
As he stares down at me, my shock wears off, and a strength I didn’t know I held sets in.
Absentmindedly, I nod.
The flicker of a candle ignites into a raging inferno when Dante says, “Words,angelo. I need to hear you say you’re ready.”
Tingles race from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “I’m ready.”
He continues hovering above me until the tension turns excruciating. Then teasingly slow, he parts my pussy lips, nestles his cock between my folds, and enters me.
Raising my hips off the bed, I swivel them, trying to take more.
Dante won’t be forced into anything.
He slaps down my hips, then returns to his torturous pace.
This is different from our romp on the floor of the Viper Room and in the dressing room tonight. It’s slow and devouring instead of dark and depraved. He takes his time savoring me, and although it should scare me more than it excites me, I still end up trembling in the aftershocks of a breath-stealing orgasm.
A deep groan of pleasure echoes through me when Dante flexes his cock, silently demanding the return of my eyes. His eye contact has been on point all night. The only time he lets me break the intimacy tethering me to him is when my eyes involuntarily roll to the back of my head.
“Good girl.”
He adjusts me so he can take me deeper, and I use his new propped position to drink him in. He’s a seriously gorgeous man. His hair is overdue for a trim, and his brows show clear signs they’ve never been tortured by a set of tweezers, but his body is rippled with muscles, hissmirk is killer, and if I look into his sable eyes for another thirty seconds, the hooks may sink in too far for me to dislodge without getting seriously hurt.
He’s a beautiful man I wish I’d met years earlier. It would have been so much easier to be wooed by him then—but then I also wouldn’t have Gabriele.
Needing this show to end before I do or say something stupid, I dig my toes into Dante’s ass and try to coax an increase in speed.
