This was a revelation, and I exhaled slowly. I hadn’t even been aware that I’d been holding my breath. My body relaxed on top of this, and I slid my knees apart, allowing him better access to me.
When he felt me relax, Dante began working my hole a little harder, twisting his finger around inside me. I gasped with surprise and jumped a little when he grazed my prostate and sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. “Do you like that?” he whispered.
“Yes.” I moaned when he found that spot again and began rubbing it. Oh God, it was so good. And it was a turning point, fear totally crowded out by lust. I braced my hands on the headboard and rocked back onto his hand, trying to take him deeper, and he started fingering me a little harder.
I threw my head back and bucked on his hand, and in the next moment I was crying out and cumming all over Dante’s chest and stomach, my rock hard cock totally untouched. I just kept spurting and spurting, and he kept milking me by rubbing that spot inside me. I think I was yelling, “Yes, yes,” as he worked me, carrying me through to the end of my orgasm. And when finally it ebbed, he eased out of me slowly, carefully, and I collapsed on top of him, sweaty and gasping for breath. “Oh God – that was – so intense,” I managed between gasps.
I was totally spent after that, and Dante rolled me onto my back. He picked up a towel that he’d brought from the bathroom and wiped the cum from my body, then swiped a clean corner of the towel over my opening. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, and I laughed nervously. Which was probably silly, considering how intimate we’d been just moments before.
He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, and by the time he got back to bed, although it was only a minute later, I was almost asleep. But I pried my eyes open as he gathered me into his arms, and I murmured, “Damn it. Three-zip.”
He chuckled softly and said, “I’m still not keeping score.”
I nestled against him and whispered, “Thank you for doing that for me, and for being so patient and understanding. I was so afraid of that, but it ended up being so good.”
Dante pulled the blanket up to my shoulders and kissed the top of my head, and I wrapped my arms around him tightly as he said, “It was my pleasure.”
“You’re wonderful,” I murmured, sleep closing fast. “You make me feel so good. And I’m not just talking about sex.” I nuzzled his shoulder and told him softly, “I’ve never felt more safe, more secure than I do right at this very moment.”
And right before I fell asleep, Dante whispered, “Neither have I.”
Chapter Six
I was pleasantly surprised to find Dante in my kitchen the next morning, and I exclaimed, “You stayed!”
He smiled apologetically and said, “Well, no. I went home after you fell asleep. But I borrowed your keys and let myself back in this morning. I hope that’s ok.”
I crossed the room to him and grabbed him in a hug and smiled up at him as I said, “It’s so much better than ok.” He kissed me and I sunk into it before realizing I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, and then I stepped back self-consciously. I now noticed that he was showered and neatly dressed in black pants and a black button-down shirt, the collar open and the cuffs rolled back. “God you look sexy,” I murmured, before turning and fleeing to the bathroom. “Don’t go anywhere,” I called over my shoulder. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I brushed my teeth and showered quickly, then hurried back to the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. “You’re cooking,” I said with a grin as I jumped up on the counter and watched what he was doing. He was chopping vegetables with chef-like dexterity, the knife a blur in his big hand. “And judging by those knife skills, you look like you’re really good at it.”
He grinned and said, “I don’t know about that. I just enjoy it. You can tell me if I’m any good after you taste this omelet.”
I reached into the cupboard behind me and pulled out a mug, and poured myself some coffee as I watched him. “There’s something so hot about a man that can cook,” I said with a smile.
He laughed at that. “Is there?”
“Definitely.”
“Do you cook?”
I took a sip of coffee, then said, “Oh yeah. I make a mean Pop Tart. And I can pour a bowl of cereal like nobody’s business.”
He smiled at that, then kissed my forehead on his way to the stove. “In that case, you can make breakfast tomorrow.”