This time I wanted to be in control. I wanted Dante groaning and losing himself as I pleasured him at my leisure. I rose and pulled the belt free from my discarded robe. Dante arched his brow in question but his mouth curved in a sensual grin. “Get on the bed, spread eagle,” I ordered as I took the belt from his robe, as well. I straddled his prone body, enjoying the warm press of his hard cock against the cleft of my ass as I tied his arms to the bedposts.
This was more what I was accustomed to—my calling the shots.
“Are you going to have your wicked way with me?” he said.
I grinned. “Something like that.”
“I’m all yours. Do your worst.”
“Oh, I will.”
Instead of immediately sliding down his torso to suck his cock down my throat, I slowly ground my wet pussy along his shaft, coating his cock, giving him a nice preview of what he wanted most. He groaned immediately, his hips thrusting against me, trying to slide it in, but I just laughed at his eagerness. He wasn’t going to get off that easily, not when he’d kept me on the edge for so long.
I rubbed the head of his cock against my slit, moaning a little as the tiny flickers of pleasure licked at my insides. He surged against me but I kept him just on the outside, close but not where he wanted to be, driving him crazy. I climbed his body and bracketed his face with my breasts. He reacted like a happy puppy, lapping at my nipples, trying to get as much of his mouth on my tits as possible. He groaned with frustration when I kept the hard tips just out of reach, giggling when he growled.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he said, and I graced him with a knowing smile. Oh yes, and I was about to make it worse. I kissed him hard, our tongues tangling and dancing as he strained against the belts holding him in place. The wooden bedposts protested as he pulled but I had no doubt they would hold even someone of Dante’s size and strength. Then I slowly slid down to his hard and ready cock. I teased it with the dart of my tongue and he sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh God, Alessandra...” he moaned as I took the head into my mouth, using my tongue and hands to work his shaft.
The slight salty tang of him was like a rare delicacy. I lapped it up, sucking and swirling my tongue beneath the mushroomed ridge where all the nerve endings were bundled, reveling in the low moans and subtle jerks of his thighs.
I worked him mercilessly, driving him to the edge and then pulling back, leaving him frustrated and groaning, only to push him further, going to that utmost precipice and then slowing down so his orgasm danced out of reach.
“Sweet Lord, woman, my heart is going to explode,” he warned breathlessly, sweat dampening his hairline as he practically begged me to let him come. I laughed and lapped at his balls, gently suckling the tender flesh until I finally took mercy on him and began moving on his shaft with purpose, knowing he would blow a load so hard I might choke on it.
“Ohhhh fuckkkkkk!”
Right at the moment I knew his climax was coming, I slipped my finger inside his ass and his hips rocketed, thrusting as he came, shooting down my throat in great salty gobs, leaving him bone-dry as he finished with a shudder.
I wiped my mouth and finished my wine as Dante went boneless on the bed, all energy sapped from his body. I gently lapped at the remaining liquid on his cock and he jerked with a moan. I climbed his body and untied him, then he promptly curled his arms around me, tucking me into the cove of his arms and cuddling me like I was a rare treasure.
“I’m fucking tired,” he said with an exhaustion that couldn’t be faked. I took pride in the fact that I’d worn out such a virile man.
I hated cuddling but...in Dante’s arms, I’d make an exception.
Just this once.
But I wasn’t spending the night.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dante
I AWOKE TO the sound of fabric rustling with a hurried quality. My eyes popped open and I found Alessandra dressing, scooping up her clothes with an air of distress. I rose and rubbed the sleep from eyes, still trying to wake up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Alessandra shimmied into her jeans and buckled her belt before answering with exasperation, “I overslept. I never oversleep. I have to go.”
“Is Daddy going to ground you for missing curfew?” I teased but she didn’t find the humor. I threw the covers free and strode past her naked to the bathroom, where I noticed with pride that her gaze skidded straight to my ass before she managed to drag it free. I took a piss, washed my hands, then went to last night’s room service cart and grabbed a few leftover grapes before falling into a soft chair, naked as a jaybird. “So who’s going to bust your ass for being late? Aren’t you the boss?”
She stiffened. “Of course.”
“Then who are you trying to impress?”
“It sets a bad example.”
“Are you in a habit of showing up late?” I asked, popping a grape into my mouth.
“Of course not.”
“Then let it go. Aren’t you entitled to a little leeway?”
She cast a sardonic look my way as she grabbed her purse. “I don’t know how they do things in America, but here laziness isn’t celebrated. Thank you for the nice evening.”
A nice evening.
It was then I realized she was going to leave without so much as a kiss goodbye after I’d rocked her world and she’d rocked mine. I couldn’t let that happen.
Hell no. She was going to remember how good our bodies were together and that memory would stay with her all day long, which would set me up nicely for our plans tonight.
I caught her before her fingers could twist the doorknob, pulling her into my arms.
“What are you doing? I don’t have time for this.”
“You were going to leave without a kiss?” I asked, my gaze riveted by the plump pout of her lips, my brain stuttering for a moment on how exquisite those lips had felt wrapped around my cock.
She opened her mouth to respond but my lips found hers and she automatically leaned into me, her body melding to mine. She could play all she wanted but her body’s response was pure honesty.
As was mine.
I wanted her in ways I’d never desired a woman. I’d been around the world and never found a woman as intoxicating as Alessandr
a. It was a game but it was also the most genuine emotion I’d felt in a long time, and I didn’t want it to end. At least not until I was declared the winner.
Boldly, my erection rose front and center and I purposefully ground myself against her. The tiny moan that slipped from her lips was like a shot of heroin straight to my veins. I pushed her against the wall, where she connected with a sharp inhale as I quickly unbuckled her jeans and shoved them to her ankles. I lifted one foot free as she watched, her eyes wide and her breath shallow. I rose and rubbed her slit, seeking that sweet heat and damp core. “You thought you were going to leave before I could enjoy my favorite breakfast?” I growled against the column of her neck as she groaned. I slipped a finger inside her and her knees wobbled as she clutched at my shoulders. “Bad girl,” I tsked before withdrawing my digit to rub her own wetness along her bottom lip. I leaned in to inhale her own musk as she trembled. “Now you have to be punished.”
I went to my knees and buried my face between her folds, sucking in the sweet musk as my tongue went straight for that tiny nub hiding from view. I wasted no time in destroying that clitoris until she was panting and her knees were threatening to give out.
But before she could climax, I rose. Her mewl of frustration hardened my cock to stone but I wanted her dripping and ready. Wrapping my fingers in her long, dark hair, I held her tight against me, exposing her neck for my lips. I kissed a trail down the column of her skin, then abruptly bent her over the thick rounded cushion of the chaise longue. Without releasing her hair, I drove myself into her. My steady thrusts caused a shock wave that rippled through her skin, each ass cheek bouncing as I rammed myself into her through her orgasm with a wild grunt.
Alessandra took each thrust and groaned, her tits likely abraded by the cushion fabric as I rode her hard.
God, the sweetness of that pussy was beyond anything I’d ever known. A man could get attached to this kind of sex.