Page 41 of Bitterly Cold


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“Okay, then…” I took his stiff wood in my hand to familiarize myself with it. He felt big, but I think anyone would, because of my lack of experience.

Gently, I stroked his warm and oozing cock. The repetitive motion was turning me on. I tingled like I had after our kiss. The next thing I knew, my pelvis was rubbing against him at its own accord and wholly in sync with the rhythm of my hand.

“Em, you surprise me,” he whispered in a lustful voice.

“I’m surprising myself. I’ve never slept with a guy so this is a first. What usually happens now?”

“You ask that, assuming I’ve woken up with a girl in my bed before.”

“You haven’t?”

“No.”

“Come on. You’re lying. I’m sure you’re not a virgin.”

“I’m not, but I’ve never spent the night with a girl.”

“Wow, I’m shocked. What do you say we just do what feels right?”

He kissed my head again. “I’m down with that.”

Butterflies dance in my stomach. “What feels right to you?” It amazed me how we could have a full-on conversation while I slowly jerked him off, and it didn’t feel weird at all.

“This.” He pulled out of my hand and unsnapped the crotch of my bodysuit. “Tell me to stop at any time.”

“I will.” I lifted slightly for him to remove my clothing, and he shimmied out of his boxers. He’d removed his shirt and jeans last night and I’d gotten rid of my pants. There wasn’t much more to remove at this point.

“You’re perfect, Em.” Hovering above me, he admired my naked body. “I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times.”

“Me too.” Doubt crept in and I wondered if we should stop.

“What’s wrong?”

I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. “It’s my nerves and fear of pain.” It was an almost paralyzing fear.

“It’ll be okay, baby. Do you trust me?”

I nodded.

He held my gaze as he kissed down my chest. I arched into his mouth and moaned at the gentle affection he gave me.

“That’s nice,” I told him as I captured his head in my hands. Again, my body rose as if begging for more.

Dante didn’t reply, and licked a path down to my center.

“Oh, Dante! I love your tongue,” I panted.

He moved farther down, putting his face directly in front of my pussy, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He watched for my reaction, and all I could do was bite my bottom lip.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes,” I softly gasped.

His tongue came out, and he brushed it against my opening. I nearly bucked that bad boy off me. It took everything in me to not scream. Sensations I’d never experienced before burst through me, striking every one of my erogenous zones.

But nothing could’ve prepared me for when he flattened his tongue and swiped, like he was unfolding me layer by layer.

One.

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