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“Do you do that every time after we . . . make out and stuff?”
His mouth twisted into a sheepish smile, and he couldn’t look me in the eye. “Every time. At least once. Hell, at least twice.”
My eyes widened. “How long’s that been going on?”
“You don’t even want to know.”
I kind of did, but I dropped it as his hands went to the button of his pants.
“What should I do?” I asked him as he rose and shed his jeans.
He tilted his head down to give me an amused look. “Honestly? You could do anything and it’d work for me. Just sit there and watch me if you want.”
I shook my head. He wasn’t getting it. “I want to do it. I want to get you off myself.”
His eyes closed and his head fell back. “Jesus. You’re going to kill me today, aren’t you?”
I grinned. It was like nothing else, the power I felt at how desperately he wanted me.
I lay back down on my back and feeling daring I spread my legs apart. “Come lay on top of me,” I told him breathlessly. “We can feel each other while I . . .“
“Jack me off,” he said gruffly, climbing between my legs. “Say it.”
“Jack you off.” He went a little wild kissing me for that.
He had to get up briefly to grab lotion, and we got a little carried away.
It started with my hand, but as our bodies rubbed together his tip was brushing against my sex, then pushing at it. I moved him with my hand so he could rub along me without going in.
I would have let him go all the way, in fact a part of me desperately wanted it. Just wanted to say screw it and have each other completely.
But I didn’t. My grandmother had ingrained in me too deeply the fact that as soon as you gave yourself to a man he wouldn’t want you anymore.
And more than any other thing I needed in my life to survive, I needed Dante to want me. To crave me. To love and adore me.
I was obsessed with keeping him obsessed.
As we rubbed against each other, I found just the spot where the ache came from, and I took the softest part of his blunt tip and started rubbing it there in clumsy movements, then in little circles as I got the lay of it.
Dante didn’t last five seconds like that, his tip mashed up against my mound.
He came again with a rough curse and I loved it. Loved making him lose his control and his mind.
He was panting over me, his eyes on where we were touching. He braced himself with one fist on the mattress, the other going down to my hand on him. He was still coming as he fisted his cock and shifted it to my entrance. With a groan, he butted up against it.
I held my breath. If he’s going to do it, I decided, I’m not going to stop him.
He groaned and pushed in just the barest amount, the very tip of him invading me.
But he stopped himself, and with a curse, rolled off me.
I stayed where I was, flat on my back. The ache inside of me had become so powerful that I couldn’t stop shifting my hips.
“Try your fingers on me again,” I told him.
He sat up and started petting me with his hand, different now, focusing on the area around my entrance instead of just invading.
I showed him the spot I’d discovered. “There,” I told him, pressing his finger to it.
