Okay, I totally deserve a spanking for loving how hoarse and hungry he sounds as I walk away. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
12
Bethany
“Wait, so what time is it going to be when we land?”
“Around eleven o’clock in the evening.”
“Dante, that’s crazy, talk about jet lag. I’m not going to be tired enough to go to sleep in only the eight hours the trip is going to take.”
The captain gave us the okay to undo our seat belts a little while ago. Dante reaches for me, and I don’t hesitate to sink into his lap. I’m loving this pink shift dress I’m wearing, the better for his hands to run over my legs as he holds me close. “We’re going straight to bed, sweetheart, but we aren’t going to sleep.”
His hand is sliding around my neck to hold me in place for his kiss. Finally—it’s been a whole day without them. “You are a fucking genius.”
“Yes, I am.”
The drive from the airport goes by too fast. Although the city is lit up, it’s hard to see as we speed through the streets in the dark. I sit back with a sigh.
“I promise we’ll see the city.” Dante lifts my hand to press his lips against my fingers.
“I’m just excited. Ignore me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” And I mean it. The hours on the plane were worth it alone. When he said the flight would last almost eight hours, I wondered what in the world we would do to fill the time. The answer was talk. We lay together and watched movies—the ones Dante had planned for our movie day—and talked about everything from favorite places in the city to his tattoos and what they meant and our favorite memories growing up.
The car stops outside an enormous building. It looks like the palace it’s named. “Wow.”
“You like? Wait until you see inside.”
Inside the front desk guy is fawning over Dante with barely a trace of an accent. Check-in lasts minutes before we’re ushered into an elevator. I went overboard with my two suitcases and four dresses I left in their bags. The perks of flying on a private plane. The bellhop is sweet and chatty all the way up in the elevator and as he walks us through the door of our room. As I follow him, I discover it’s not a room, it’s a massive suite.
My eyes go big as I look to Dante. He’s smiling wide, dimples flashing. “Like I would rent us any old room. We’re a five-minute walk to the Prado and ten minutes to everything else.”
The bellhop opens the curtains wide with a flourish, then opens the doors to a balcony. We aren’t high up, only five floors, but the view is amazing. I turn to find bellhop gone and Dante leaning against the open door. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, anything for your smile.”
Ah, he is so damn sexy. “Anything?” I lift an eyebrow. His reaction is instant. He straightens, his whole body tense. I’m drawn to him; his pull is undeniable. My hands land on his chest, and a thrill goes through me at the way the muscles beneath them bunch and move in response. I run my hands up around his neck, and Dante moves to meet me. Sweet, soft, our lips meet then our tongues tangle. His arms go around me, lifting me up to him. I’m moving but I don’t care. I don’t want this kiss to end, to ever stop tasting him, breathing him in.
One moment I’m in Dante’s arms, the next I’m on what feels like puffy clouds of silks. I open my eyes to find my dress is being slid down my body. Watching his breath catch at the sight of me is everything I hoped it would be. The awe in his eyes sends champagne bubbles running through my veins, making me drunk and giddy with happiness. I’m wearing the sheer black delicate lace babydoll I was wearing in his bed last night. Only last night I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties the way I had to today.
I blink and he’s on one knee between my legs. Long thick fingers trail up my legs from my ankles to my thighs. Whimpers shake loose from me at the frissons of electricity his touch leaves in its wake. My legs open wider, beckoning Dante into the heart of me. Those big hands cup my hips lightly before hitching under the panties to slide them off me. He shakes his head as a finger traces over the weeping slit of me. “So damn pretty, you make my cock ache. I’ve fallen asleep dreaming of your pussy only to wake up hard because I’m still dreaming of you.”
Strong hands grasp my hips, then edge me further up the bed. I close my eyes as Dante lowers his head to me. Hot air washes over me seconds before his velvet tongue traces along my lower lips, sending tremors through my whole body. He groans as his tongue slides inside me. Small strokes, gentle licks are driving me out of my mind. Please, I beg. A hand comes down on my lower stomach to hold me in place. Two fingers open me wide to his searching tongue. He roams inside me deeper and deeper and a moan escapes him, going right up my spine. Ow, oh god, he sucks hard on my outer lips as his tongue plays inside me, teasing me, toying with me until I’m frantic for more. I’m close to the edge, waves of pleasure building, then he’s gone. And I scream in frustration at the loss of him.
His chuckle sends air over my heated skin. I hate him. Then his tongue is tracing over the heated skin of my mound before sucking lightly. I had no idea I’m sensitive here, yet Dante’s mouth is teaching me differently. As the tension begins to build, his tongue moves again. This time he goes straight to my swollen, sensitive clit. Light, teasing strokes around and around send my hips off the bed, while his hands are tight on my hips, holding me in place. When he sucks on my inner lips harder and harder, I want to scream; the pleasure and pain is building until I’m on a knife’s edge. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he releases me and I’m dying, I swear he’s killing me. I barely have time to draw breath before his tongue is back on my clit, and this time there’s no teasing. Firm strokes drive me closer and closer to the edge, yes, please, more until his lips lock around me and suck deep, sending me crashing down into waves of warm golden pleasure.
Shudders are still running through me as I surface in Dante’s arms, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing over my shoulder. I’m surprised to realize he’s completely dressed. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
He presses his lips against my forehead. “The better to maintain control.”
“I want to see you, all of you.” I run my hand over his chest.
“You will, have no doubt,” he murmurs into my mouth as he kisses me. Oh, I can taste myself on his tongue. Silly girl, stop blushing. All thought disappears as his nimble fingers undo my bra and those big, warm hands of his cup me before squeezing lightly. I blink and the bra and the babydoll are gone. Okay, how does he do that? Now his hands are back on my breasts and I don’t care about anything except his mouth on me. No light teasing now; he sucks deep on a painfully tight nipple. Until Dante’s mouth I would have sworn on everything I owned my breasts weren’t sensitive, weren’t an erogenous zone. Now if he stops, I’m positive I will die from loss of sensation. Yes, please, ow, sonofabitch... yes, just like that. Another stinging bite followed by deep, rhythmic sucking sends me cresting toward another climax. Close, so close, outrage screams through my whole body when he allows my breast to fall from his mouth. I open my mouth to tell him I hate him only for him to steal my breath as he begins all over again on my other breast.
Holy Fuck. Dante owns me, knows my body better than I do. His fingers roam over me as his mouth drives me out of my mind. Firm touches in tandem with torturous tugging of his teeth can’t be this pleasurable. It goes against everything I ever thought I would want. Only I’m begging for more, for him not to stop, incandescent with need, my body shaking at what he’s doing to me. More, please, so close, so close and suddenly I’m there, spinning into a climax so intense it verges on painful.