I’m pulled into Dante’s arms again, my whole body mush. He lays me on top of his legs then slides his legs between mine, forcing my legs open wide. His long, thick fingers tease the drenched slit of me. “You are a fascinating little treasure. I can’t believe you came from a spanking. I’ll be damned if I didn’t almost come watching you.” I blush at his words, then go even redder when he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck on them. He laughs. “I love the taste of your pussy, pure sugar on my tongue. Clench your ass tight around the toy, sweetheart. Good girl.”
Mmm... I can only lie back and enjoy as he plays with my breasts. I watch as his other hand slips down to my pussy. In only minutes he has my hips thrusting up to meet his fingers, eager for more. Dante teases me: the moment I’m close to coming he backs away, both hands going to my breasts until I’m groaning, rubbing against his hard cock that presses against me. His fingers are back inside me, sending me into orgasm in mere seconds. “You’re driving me crazy. I need to taste you again, properly.”
It takes him a few minutes and we’re both wrapped in toweling robes and landing in a tangle on the bed. Our mouths meet and I’m lost in his kiss, urgent and hungry. He’s tearing the robe from around me, his hands tight on my hips, then his mouth is there and I’m sobbing from what he’s doing to me. Rough, searching, his tongue, his teeth are driving me close to the edge only for him to stop with a husky laugh. Bastard, I screech, then gasp as he tugs on the plug inside me, oh god. Again and again in rhythmic motions he pulls on the plug as his mouth roams over me, licking, sucking, teasing no please don’t stop, please. I’m begging as the two sensations push me closer and closer to the edge.
Faster he moves it in and out of me. His fingers join his tongue and I’m shaking, crying from what it’s doing to me, the sensations exploding like rockets along my nerve endings until I swear it’s too much and I come with a scream.
What feels like a half hour later, I’m still trembling with fine little aftershocks when Dante slides off the bed. He’s back with a bottle of lube. I watch with mounting desire as he rubs the shiny liquid over his thick cock. Those first few days, as we made love in a myriad of thrilling ways, I wondered if it was weird I adore his cock. I don’t just love the way it feels inside me; I love the feel of him in my hand, the taste of him. I’ve run my tongue over every inch of him repeatedly and can’t get enough of him. I decided I didn’t care if it was weird; all that mattered was it made me happy, and it really made Dante happy.
A happy sigh slips from me as Dante moves me onto my stomach, and I welcome his control over me and my body. He pulls lightly on the toy; my body doesn’t fight him, still drifting in pleasure from my orgasm. Slowly, he works the toy out of me until my body releases it completely. I close my eyes as Dante presses a kiss to one cheek. Then yelp as he gives the same cheek a stinging slap. “Asshole,” I mutter as I move into the position. His hands guide me to pull my knees up while pressing my chest down so I don’t go up on my hands. Apprehension builds as Dante spreads my cheeks wide, hot, so hot, his blunt head presses inside me in a slow push.
Oh, oh yes, the sting feels so good, so damn good. Even as I whimper at the sensation, I’m pushing back to take more. A hard smack to a quivering ass cheek and I’m shivering from all the sensations at once. Dante’s hands go to my hips in a punishing grip.
“No, Bethany, unless you need me to go slow, don’t fucking move.”
“Please, I can take more, please.”
“I’ll give you what you can take,” he assures me as he presses deeper inside me, and my breath gets caught in my throat. Yes, yes, yes. I love the stinging pain, more, more, yes, holy fuck, he’s buried in me. My whole body shudders at the intense feeling of being full of Dante’s thick cock. Fire hot, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, every beat verges on painful and I love it. Then Dante moves slowly out a few inches before thrusting back in again. I suck in air and fight not to cry, it’s so fucking awesome. Once more, a slow slide out of me then a powerful thrust inside me. More, I beg. With a growl Dante delivers. No longer slow, no longer gentle, his thrusts are fierce and thrilling as pain and pleasure twist so tightly they become one. Harder, deeper, more, I’m chanting in a delirious whirlwind of need. There is no build; one moment I’m begging, and with the very next breath I’m screaming my orgasm as it slams into me with the force of a ten-ton bomb, sending me hurling into the darkness. Far away I feel Dante growl into my neck. Wet hot come floods me and the sensation sends fire shooting up my spine, short-circuiting my brain, and my world goes black.
***
Bethany
“What’s your sigh for?” Dante tugs me into his arms only seconds after the captain says we can remove our seat belts.
I snuggle into his arms. “Nothing, it’s just... I don’t know how the last week could have been any more perfect. Now we’re going home. Tomorrow you go back to work and on Wednesday I take the test to get certified, then three weeks later I’m looking for a job. Real world blues, I guess.”
“I was wondering about your testing. You haven’t studied or mentioned studying. Are you about to go into overdrive to cram?”
“No, I took three different mock tests and passed all of them in the ninetieth percentile. Two different professors told me I would pass easily given my performance in class as well as the mock tests. I also talked to people who took the tests, and one woman swears her test was the exact same thing as one of the mock tests. It’s the reason I wasn’t in a rush to take the certification right after graduation. I worked my ass off studying—there was one textbook I feel like I could recite cold. It all adds up to me not being concerned. I’ll pass.”
“Hmm, good to know. I guess now might be a good time to tell you.” He’s tense. I raise my head to look at him.
“Tell me what?”
“I had Claudine move your stuff over to my place.”
“Why would you—” I roll my eyes, this man. I swear. “You couldn’t ask me?”
“Considering the last week, no offense, I figured you were a sure thing.”
“No offense? You are such an asshole.”
“Maybe, but you’re kind of attached to this asshole. Besides, you don’t want to sleep in your own bed any more than I want you to.”
“I get to be right sometimes too, right? We talked about this.”
“Yeah, and I said I’d think about it.”
“Well?” I’m picked up and carried into the bedroom at the back of the plane.
“I’m still thinking about it.”
15
Dante
I know it’s only been a month, but I’m going to call living with Bethany the best fucking thing ever. Not only because we spend a fair amount of time fucking, making love actually, but because it’s weirdly as if we’ve always lived together. There’s no bitching about cleaning up after each other, arguments about hogging the bathroom or who cooks or cleans up after.