kept me grounded through the
approaching chaos. Pleasure climbed higher and higher, peaking as my climax
stole over me. Instead of pulling back, I pushed. My entire body tensed,
muscles clenching from the contractions deep within me. I couldn’t breathe. I
couldn’t scream. I could do nothing but clamp down around his fingers and ride
out the waves of electrifying sensation.
I came back to earth with tears in my eyes and a warm,
blissful lethargy weighing my limbs. Holy hell, he’d actually given me an
orgasm.
Voice husky and rough, eyes feral and hot with desire, he
said, “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, you coming apart on my fingers like that,
knowing I’m the first man to ever make you come. Now I’m going to do that with
my mouth.”
Dante lifted off me only long enough to pull my camisole
over my head, and then attack his own shirt and throw it behind him. With a
hand pressed to either side of my head, he bent. The muscles in his arms bulged
and sent my heart racing. Lowering himself, he stopped a mere centimeter from
pressing our bodies together. His stomach aligned with mine, close enough for
the hair on his body to brush my sensitive flesh. His chest hovered over my
aching breasts, but he didn’t close the distance. Heat and electricity mounted.
He slanted his mouth over mine in a deep, desperate kiss.
His teeth scraped my lip and forced my mouth open. He pressed his tongue
inside, conquered. I could imagine the same rough, wet pressure against my
clit, inside my pussy until I came once more.
Dante skimmed a hand down my arm, and then along the side of
my breast in a barely there caress. He rounded his calloused fingers over my
hip and delved them between my thighs. Sensitive from my orgasm, I gasped into
his mouth. With teasing, deliberate strokes he played in the new arousal
leaking from my slit.
He ripped his mouth away from mine and drew a deep, ragged
breath. Hunger danced in his eyes. Just beyond his need, I caught the
glimmering sheen of his lion, separated from the man by a thin veil. I’d never
experienced the otherness this close before. The press of it was a little
scary. He pressed his thumb against my clit and drew a needy cry from my lips.
Pleasure spiked, and my hips moved against his hand.
Down the center of my body, he drew his mouth along my flesh
in a single open-mouthed kiss. Cool air wafted over the moisture his tongue
left, and the sensations of hot and cold rioted through me. He spread my thighs
wide and settled himself at my core. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering
shut.
“Delicious,” he purred.
My breathing sped. The moment he drew the broad, flat
surface of his tongue against my slit I panicked.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I closed my eyes and threw my arm over
my flaming face.
I felt the heat of his gaze but didn’t dare look at him.
“You want me to stop?”
“I’m nervous all of a sudden. What if you don’t like the way
I taste, or what if—”
He crawled up my body and cupped my cheek until my lids
fluttered open. “Darlin’, you taste better than you smell which, by the way, is
fucking incredible. Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”
I licked my lips and his gaze traced the movement. “No.”
His eyes lit up with an excitement that eased my tension.
“Give me thirty seconds. Keep your eyes open and watch. If
you decide it doesn’t feel good or that you want me stop, just say the word.”
The hard knot in the pit of my stomach eased the rest of the
way. “Just like that and you’ll stop?”
He nodded, licked my bottom lip and then disappeared between
my spread thighs. Never breaking eye contact, he licked me from top to bottom
and then back up until he traced my clit. My body throbbed at a pleasure that
was far from simple.
“You taste like peaches and honey.” His words eased the
tight muscles in my legs and my thighs fell open to allow him more room.
He settled over my core. His mouth was hot and wet and so
sinfully good. A half
approaching chaos. Pleasure climbed higher and higher, peaking as my climax
stole over me. Instead of pulling back, I pushed. My entire body tensed,
muscles clenching from the contractions deep within me. I couldn’t breathe. I
couldn’t scream. I could do nothing but clamp down around his fingers and ride
out the waves of electrifying sensation.
I came back to earth with tears in my eyes and a warm,
blissful lethargy weighing my limbs. Holy hell, he’d actually given me an
orgasm.
Voice husky and rough, eyes feral and hot with desire, he
said, “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, you coming apart on my fingers like that,
knowing I’m the first man to ever make you come. Now I’m going to do that with
my mouth.”
Dante lifted off me only long enough to pull my camisole
over my head, and then attack his own shirt and throw it behind him. With a
hand pressed to either side of my head, he bent. The muscles in his arms bulged
and sent my heart racing. Lowering himself, he stopped a mere centimeter from
pressing our bodies together. His stomach aligned with mine, close enough for
the hair on his body to brush my sensitive flesh. His chest hovered over my
aching breasts, but he didn’t close the distance. Heat and electricity mounted.
He slanted his mouth over mine in a deep, desperate kiss.
His teeth scraped my lip and forced my mouth open. He pressed his tongue
inside, conquered. I could imagine the same rough, wet pressure against my
clit, inside my pussy until I came once more.
Dante skimmed a hand down my arm, and then along the side of
my breast in a barely there caress. He rounded his calloused fingers over my
hip and delved them between my thighs. Sensitive from my orgasm, I gasped into
his mouth. With teasing, deliberate strokes he played in the new arousal
leaking from my slit.
He ripped his mouth away from mine and drew a deep, ragged
breath. Hunger danced in his eyes. Just beyond his need, I caught the
glimmering sheen of his lion, separated from the man by a thin veil. I’d never
experienced the otherness this close before. The press of it was a little
scary. He pressed his thumb against my clit and drew a needy cry from my lips.
Pleasure spiked, and my hips moved against his hand.
Down the center of my body, he drew his mouth along my flesh
in a single open-mouthed kiss. Cool air wafted over the moisture his tongue
left, and the sensations of hot and cold rioted through me. He spread my thighs
wide and settled himself at my core. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering
shut.
“Delicious,” he purred.
My breathing sped. The moment he drew the broad, flat
surface of his tongue against my slit I panicked.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I closed my eyes and threw my arm over
my flaming face.
I felt the heat of his gaze but didn’t dare look at him.
“You want me to stop?”
“I’m nervous all of a sudden. What if you don’t like the way
I taste, or what if—”
He crawled up my body and cupped my cheek until my lids
fluttered open. “Darlin’, you taste better than you smell which, by the way, is
fucking incredible. Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”
I licked my lips and his gaze traced the movement. “No.”
His eyes lit up with an excitement that eased my tension.
“Give me thirty seconds. Keep your eyes open and watch. If
you decide it doesn’t feel good or that you want me stop, just say the word.”
The hard knot in the pit of my stomach eased the rest of the
way. “Just like that and you’ll stop?”
He nodded, licked my bottom lip and then disappeared between
my spread thighs. Never breaking eye contact, he licked me from top to bottom
and then back up until he traced my clit. My body throbbed at a pleasure that
was far from simple.
“You taste like peaches and honey.” His words eased the
tight muscles in my legs and my thighs fell open to allow him more room.
He settled over my core. His mouth was hot and wet and so
sinfully good. A half
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