Dante’s hands go down on my thighs, pushing the skirt further up until I’m on full display. His touch is a match to gasoline, sending my whole body up in flames. Then his fingers tuck under the band of my panties, and slowly, so slowly, he draws them down. I try to help but I’m a quivering puddle of need; I’m not even sure how I’m still upright. My ass is on the edge of the table, my legs wide again without even remembering I did it.
Dante groans from deep in his chest. “Bare, I was not expecting this.” The words are hoarse as I watch his throat work to swallow. As he reaches out to touch me, I close my eyes tight. A thick finger slides over the seam of me, gliding in the wetness there. “The better to see you. You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. Sweet swollen lips, softer than silk, all pink and wet for me.”
His finger slides all the way down then pushes lightly inside me before sliding back up. I can only watch with wide eyes as he puts his finger to his mouth then sucks on it. “You taste even better than you look, sweet as sugar.”
One step and he’s back between my legs. A large hand is at the nape of my neck, drawing me up to him. My eyes are beginning to burn, but I can’t blink for fear of missing a second. Slowly he draws me closer; gently his lips brush against mine, so damn lightly if it weren’t for the tingle where they met, I would doubt it happened. Another soft brush, and my mouth comes open to demand more, but his mouth is already there. His velvet tongue scorches everything it touches, deeper and deeper, tasting every inch of me, owning every inch of me. Greedy, ravenous, we’re clinging to each other, more, deeper, please. Dante tears his mouth from mine, and I can’t contain the inarticulate cry of pain at the sudden loss of him.
Italian in liquid form is pouring from him as he kisses his way along my neck. “English,” I moan.
Hot air rushes over my ear. “I knew the minute I touched you I would lose all control. You drive me mad with need.”
I open my mouth to argue, only the feel of his finger slipping inside me, has my head going back. My hips lift up to meet his touch, enticing him to go deeper. Another finger, oh, they push deep inside me. I want to scream at the gentle, slow exploration. Then Dante’s lips are on my ear, his tongue tracing the shape. “Slick, soft, such a perfect welcome your pussy is giving me. Will you welcome my cock the same way?”
Those fingers push deeper inside, forcing a moan from me. I had no idea I was so tight. I’ve used a vibrator once or twice a month, shouldn’t—my brain sizzles, goes completely blank as his fingers move inside me. Only his touch matters. “Tight. Don’t worry, I’ll fit. You’re mine, you were made for me,” he promises huskily. I moan, wanting to beg for more. “All right, it’s all right. I know, me too.”
His mouth is back on mine, his fingers move again. I nearly scream as they graze my clit. Holy fuck, I didn’t realize my clit was so damn swollen. Dante laughs, his mouth still on mine. His tongue is teasing me, stroking, licking slow and deep. Those fingers circle me, again and again until my hips move, greedy for more. No more teasing; gently, but with firm pressure, those fingers move on my clit over and over until I’m screaming as my whole body shakes, oh god, oh god. I can’t, please stop, please, it’s too much. I blink and the world goes black.
What? I come awake to Dante pulling my shirt over my head. I’m lying in bed. What the hell? No way did an orgasm knock me out. I don’t believe it. Except even now my whole body feels boneless and weak and I can’t remember anything.
His eyes are soft, a delicious chocolate brown. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. You were so gorgeous with your body shaking in my arms, I wanted to see it all over again.”
He begins to get up. I catch his hand. “Come to bed.”
Shaking his head, he leans down to press a kiss to my mouth. It’s too damn quick. “I can’t, not tonight. Patience, Bethany, we’re easing into the deep end. I promise, this will be worth the wait.”
Then the fucker gets up and walks away. I swear the man is driving me crazy.
***
Dante
I’m undressing as I move through my place. I’m sweating from the heat rushing through my body even now, almost twenty minutes after Bethany came apart in my arms with my name on her lips. I squeeze my eyes tight but I see it, feel her soft body shaking against mine. Christ, I have no idea how I stayed on my feet. Only I didn’t dare move; if I had I would have taken her then and there, and I would have been a savage. I was surprised when she fainted, but relieved, it gave time for the tension to ease inside me.
For a long time, I simply held her, staring down at her, committing every inch of her to memory. Bethany awake
is vibrantly stunning, her big hazel eyes zipping from green to golden brown and back again, a dozen muscles in her face moving, her smile sweet in one moment, impish the next. Yet when she’s asleep, her whole body relaxed, her beauty is peaceful, soothing something inside me I didn’t know needed to be soothed. I could have held her there for hours, except she shivered. And I realized she was half-naked on a marble table. Great, a real gentleman, Dante.
Picking her up and carrying her to her room, her precious weight in my arms was heaven, my woman in my arms where she belongs. Soon, I’ll be carrying her to our room and I won’t be leaving her. I hated the trace of sadness in her eyes as I left. I knew it was the right thing to do, but that didn’t mean it was easy. It wasn’t, not when it felt like I was leaving my whole world behind me.
A flick of my wrists and the water in the shower is nearly scalding. I’ll take it—anything to ease the tension in my body. I soap up and in seconds my hand is around my cock where I want Bethany’s pussy to be. Fuck, sweet like candy, a lollipop I could suck on for hours. I can’t wait to have her pussy under my mouth, sucking on her juice. I come hard, my cock quivering yet still hard. Damn it, this is going to be a long night.
I want to sleep, I’m exhausted, only I can’t. Normally, I would be thinking about what Enzo said. Only I couldn’t care less. His warnings of pending disaster and how I was taking advantage of a vulnerable young woman had me fighting laughter at the time. Bethany is young—damn, sometimes I wish she wasn’t—but she’s not vulnerable, allowing anyone in in order to have someone. She isn’t weak and looking for someone stronger. Maybe a part of it is her youth, she hasn’t been broken by a man or the world and is willing to take a chance on me, on us, because experience hasn’t made her wary and cautious. I don’t know, I don’t care. I feel down to my bones that this is right for the both of us. Even if I weren’t already in complete and utter lust with her body, mind, and her wicked tongue.
I grab my phone and check the display. It’s a little after twelve thirty. I type fast.
Thinking about me?
My phone rings, and I smile.
She’s talking before I even have the phone to my ear. “I am not thinking about you. I’m wondering if someone was killed in this house and that’s why it’s so cheap. I’m wondering if I would still buy it if I found out someone was killed in it. I’m also wondering if it’s haunted, and if it is haunted, is it like a prankster who opens doors and knocks on walls, or if it’s super evil and will give me bad dreams that send me screaming into the night wearing nothing but panties and a shirt. So there.” I can barely breathe I’m laughing so hard. “Okay, okay, I was wondering if I showed up on your door crying from a scary ghost if you’d let me spend the night.”
I’m not going to address the fact she isn’t moving anywhere, we’ll argue later. “Why would you wonder if you would get to spend the night? Of course you would.”
“Hmm... in your condo, or in the one downstairs somewhere in this building?” Why am I not surprised she knows about my other condo? “Yes, when I spent the Thanksgiving weekend there, I snooped unrepentantly. I was surprised there wasn’t a single sign of a woman ever being in the place. When I mentioned it to Claudine, she said you never allowed women to come to your place. She mentioned another, smaller condo somewhere in this building that you own and where you take women.”
“True. I didn’t want a woman in my home. I value my privacy. There was no one I wanted around for longer than it took for me to feed them and fuck them. Considering I get antsy when you’re out of my sight longer than twenty minutes, and even after spending all day with you I hated walking away from you tonight, it’s a guarantee you’ll be here in my bed. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Ah, I’m such a lucky woman.”