she whispered. “For you.”
“Ah, that’s exactly where I want you.”
A rise in pleasure at the tone of his voice. Knowing she was doing what he wanted. What he demanded of her.
“I’m going to let you come in a moment,” he said.
“Oh, please . . .”
He ran his fingers into her slit, the soap making his touch unbearably slick as he moved his hand up and down. Faster and faster.
“Dante!”
“Hold it, Kara.”
“God . . .”
He kept rubbing, his soap-slicked hand sending desire through her, piercing her. Amazing how sharp the pleasure felt against the softness of his soapy fingers. Her climax was like a wall of pleasure, waiting to crash down on her.
“Dante, please. Please,” she keened.
“Almost, my beautiful girl.”
His fingers slid over the hard, needy nub, over and over. Then he paused. One breath, then two. He pinched it, hard.
“Oh!”
“It hurts, doesn’t it, Kara?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“What else?” he asked, command in his tone again.
“It feels . . . so good . . .”
He pinched harder, tugging at the same time.
“Ah, God, Dante. I can’t . . .”
“Take a breath, Kara.”
She did, pulling the steamy air into her lungs, her body poised, aching.
“Now, Kara. Come for me now.”
His fingers started that lovely slide again, and she came almost as soon as he told her she could. It was like white light shimmering through her, arcing into her. Shocking her.
She called out as she fell, and he caught her in his arms. She was still coming. Shivering. His fingers kept working between her thighs.
He whispered into her ear, “Good girl. My beautiful girl. Good, Kara.”
When she stopped shaking so hard, she realized she was sitting in his lap on the floor of the shower. Her arms were wound tight around his neck. And his arms were strong around her body.
She was still trembling a little, the last of her climax a series of tiny shudders deep inside. She felt wonderful. Except for the small portion of her brain that was telling her this was far too good. Too good to last. Too good for her.
The sex.
Dante.
Don’t think. Don’t think .
She barely could think. Her mind was too numb to process an idea fully.
“Hey. You okay, Kara? What’s going on in there?” Dante asked her.
“Yes. Yes. Fine.”
As long as she didn’t go to that place, where she wasn’t good enough.
“You’re more than fine,” he told her, his voice low and full of smoke. “You’re amazing. You came so damn hard. I loved it. That you just fell apart like that.”
God, he said the most perfect thing, exactly what she needed to hear. That approval clear in his tone.
“But I need to fuck you now, Kara.” He took her hand and pulled it down between them, wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? Come on, stroke it.”
She did, moving her hand up the length of him. He was big, his flesh heavy, swollen. She licked her lips, another spark of desire lighting her up like a series of tiny fireworks going off in her system. She loved touching him. Loved the way he felt in her hand. There was some sort of power there. Dizzying, as she felt him pulse in her palm. The power was in being able to bring him pleasure. In pleasing him with her own.
“Ah, so good,” he murmured, his hands moving over her skin. “But I need to be inside you.”
He stood, picking her up and taking her with him. He took a condom from the packet he’d set on one of the built-in shelves in the pale granite of the big shower, and, tearing it with his teeth, he pulled out the latex sheath and slid it over his erection.
She could not believe how utterly sensual even this was to her, seeing him handle his cock so deftly. Seeing how hard he was.
“Spread for me, Kara. Yes, just like that.”
She moved her thighs apart, and he grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, opening her up. She held on to his strong shoulders, and as the water flowed over her body and his,
“Ah, that’s exactly where I want you.”
A rise in pleasure at the tone of his voice. Knowing she was doing what he wanted. What he demanded of her.
“I’m going to let you come in a moment,” he said.
“Oh, please . . .”
He ran his fingers into her slit, the soap making his touch unbearably slick as he moved his hand up and down. Faster and faster.
“Dante!”
“Hold it, Kara.”
“God . . .”
He kept rubbing, his soap-slicked hand sending desire through her, piercing her. Amazing how sharp the pleasure felt against the softness of his soapy fingers. Her climax was like a wall of pleasure, waiting to crash down on her.
“Dante, please. Please,” she keened.
“Almost, my beautiful girl.”
His fingers slid over the hard, needy nub, over and over. Then he paused. One breath, then two. He pinched it, hard.
“Oh!”
“It hurts, doesn’t it, Kara?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“What else?” he asked, command in his tone again.
“It feels . . . so good . . .”
He pinched harder, tugging at the same time.
“Ah, God, Dante. I can’t . . .”
“Take a breath, Kara.”
She did, pulling the steamy air into her lungs, her body poised, aching.
“Now, Kara. Come for me now.”
His fingers started that lovely slide again, and she came almost as soon as he told her she could. It was like white light shimmering through her, arcing into her. Shocking her.
She called out as she fell, and he caught her in his arms. She was still coming. Shivering. His fingers kept working between her thighs.
He whispered into her ear, “Good girl. My beautiful girl. Good, Kara.”
When she stopped shaking so hard, she realized she was sitting in his lap on the floor of the shower. Her arms were wound tight around his neck. And his arms were strong around her body.
She was still trembling a little, the last of her climax a series of tiny shudders deep inside. She felt wonderful. Except for the small portion of her brain that was telling her this was far too good. Too good to last. Too good for her.
The sex.
Dante.
Don’t think. Don’t think .
She barely could think. Her mind was too numb to process an idea fully.
“Hey. You okay, Kara? What’s going on in there?” Dante asked her.
“Yes. Yes. Fine.”
As long as she didn’t go to that place, where she wasn’t good enough.
“You’re more than fine,” he told her, his voice low and full of smoke. “You’re amazing. You came so damn hard. I loved it. That you just fell apart like that.”
God, he said the most perfect thing, exactly what she needed to hear. That approval clear in his tone.
“But I need to fuck you now, Kara.” He took her hand and pulled it down between them, wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? Come on, stroke it.”
She did, moving her hand up the length of him. He was big, his flesh heavy, swollen. She licked her lips, another spark of desire lighting her up like a series of tiny fireworks going off in her system. She loved touching him. Loved the way he felt in her hand. There was some sort of power there. Dizzying, as she felt him pulse in her palm. The power was in being able to bring him pleasure. In pleasing him with her own.
“Ah, so good,” he murmured, his hands moving over her skin. “But I need to be inside you.”
He stood, picking her up and taking her with him. He took a condom from the packet he’d set on one of the built-in shelves in the pale granite of the big shower, and, tearing it with his teeth, he pulled out the latex sheath and slid it over his erection.
She could not believe how utterly sensual even this was to her, seeing him handle his cock so deftly. Seeing how hard he was.
“Spread for me, Kara. Yes, just like that.”
She moved her thighs apart, and he grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, opening her up. She held on to his strong shoulders, and as the water flowed over her body and his,
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