"Show me how you touch yourself."
"Dante—"
"Marina." His voice drops. "Show me."
I've never done this in front of anyone. The toys in my Denver apartment were private. Secret. Something I used alone in the dark when I couldn't sleep.
But Dante has already seen those. He went through my drawer while recovering from a bullet wound and made me fall on top of him. Nothing about us has ever been normal.
I press the button, and the vibrator hums to life. The sound fills the quiet room.
Dante watches as I bring it between my legs. The moment it touches my clit, my hips jerk.
"That's it." His voice is gravel. "Keep going."
I circle the toy against myself, pleasure building in slow waves. Dante's hands work his belt, his zipper. He frees himself, already hard, and strokes once.
"Don't stop."
He positions himself at my entrance. I feel the blunt pressure of him, the stretch as he pushes inside. My back arches off the bed.
"Keep using it." He bottoms out, filling me completely. "I want to feel you come around my cock while you play with yourself."
The combination is overwhelming. The vibrator against my clit, Dante buried deep inside me. He starts to move, slow at first, watching my face for every reaction.
"Faster." He grips my hip with one hand. "Move it faster."
I increase the speed on the toy. The vibrations intensify, and I moan.
"Louder."
"Dante—"
"I said louder." He thrusts harder, punctuating the command. "I want to hear you."
I cry out as he hits something deep inside me. The pleasure spirals, building toward something I can't control.
"That's it." His voice is wrecked. "Fuck, you're beautiful like this. Using that toy while I fuck you. Do you know how long I've thought about this?"
I can barely form words. The sensations are too much—his cock stretching me, the vibrator buzzing against my most sensitive spot, his eyes burning into mine.
"Two years." He drives into me harder. "Two years of imagining you spread out for me. Touching yourself. Coming apart."
"Dante—" My voice breaks.
"Scream for me."
He changes the angle, and I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, violent and consuming. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave crashes over me.
"Louder." He doesn't stop moving. "Let everyone in this building hear who you belong to."
I scream again, the sound raw and desperate. The vibrator slips from my fingers as my hand loses all coordination. Dante catches it, pressing it back against my clit.
"Again."
"I can't?—"
"You can." He fucks me harder, relentless. "Give me one more."
