Love in Purgatory (De La Fuente Family 2)

He was tired of thinking, and just wanted to feel the woman he loved against him. They’d only made love once at his cabin, and now he was ready for more, and knew that he always would be.

Emelia’s nude body begged him to touch while she continued to sleep, and he craved that. He craved the feel of her against his own naked skin…except he had sweats and a shirt on. They were about to disappear.

Without waking her, Dante slipped from the bed and hurriedly dropped his clothes to the floor before he jumped back under the covers.

Slipping a hand over his dick, he held it against his body as he moved to spoon behind Emelia. Once he was comfortable, he removed his hand from his hardened flesh, and slipped his arm over her waist.

The groan he released couldn’t be helped as the sensation of having her skin against his own had become too much. His dick was so hard that he involuntary twitched where he’d become lodged, between the cheeks of her bottom.

He held her tightly against him and tried to control his body’s urge to thrust into her. He so badly wanted to feel her soft flesh as her heat enveloped him into her welcoming channel. He’d never felt anything like it, and the more he thought about it, the closer he came to release.

His body reacted like an adolescent’s would, and he really needed to get control of himself before he really did explode all over her bottom.

“Mmm. You’re awake.” She pressed against him and his eyes rolled as a slither of precum ran the length of his dick, releasing onto her skin.

He gasped, closed his eyes and flipped over to lie on his back.

Emelia’s giggle had him opening his eyes, and when he did, he followed her gaze.

“Oh, heck. That’s obscene.” He groaned as his dick rose straight up from his body, tenting the quilt.

“No, it isn’t. It’s hot.” Emelia had the quilt pulled down to his thighs and her eyes on his erection.

He throbbed and the arch of his hips couldn’t be helped. “I want you, but I’m not sure I’ll last,” he admitted.

“Mmm.” Emelia licked her lips as he dripped from the tip, down his length. “I want to touch you…You look, so, um, hard.”

He laughed, which turned into a growl as Emelia dipped her head and licked around the plump head of his dick. His body tingled from head to foot, and all he could do was watch her.

She kneeled between his spread thighs, and tongued from his balls to the tip of his hardness, which pulsed and begged for her mouth…and then, he watched as she slowly took him into the warm recess of her mouth, and further still until he was halfway inside. The suction and the swirl of her tongue

would send him into oblivion too soon…he wanted to make love to her.

As much as he loved the pleasure running through him, he wanted to be buried between her legs, and not in her mouth—for this time, at least.

With hands that shook, he gently pulled her off him and caught his breath at the sight of the wetness coating his penis. Emelia hovered over him while he panted and tried not to embarrass himself, and that image alone was enough to cause him to twitch and release more arousal.

“I want to be between your thighs,” he whispered while he panted. “I need to be deep inside of you.”

“I want that too.” Emelia straddled his waist with his dick flat against his stomach and her wet pussy. “Mmm, you feel good.” She rocked along him, and the pleasure was so delicious that his legs trembled.

But when she met his gaze, and her fingers started to pinch and rub her nipples, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to have her. If he did, his stomach would be coated with his release.

Dante took hold of her hips and raised her from him. He let out an amused groan when his dick followed. So all he had to do was help her slide down his length, which she did.

“You’re still tight.” He panted. “So wet. So good.”

“I aim to please.” She giggled and rotated her hips.

“Oh,” Dante expelled a breath as he arched up, “We need to go slow.”

“We are going slow,” Emelia added.

Dante grinned at her, and sitting up, he held onto her ass. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She did and slipped down to his pelvis. Not an inch between them, and nothing had ever felt so good, or so he thought.

The minute she started to slowly ride him, he clenched her ass against him, and sealed her lips with his as he devoured her.