Page 42 of Bitterly Cold


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Two.

Three.

“You’re going to make me burst.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Please, Dante. The pressure is too great.”

He gazed at me from between my legs, a mischievous smirk on his lips. Clearly, he knew what he was doing, and I’d just have to enjoy his attention.

“Yes?” he asked.

I appreciated how he considered me every step of the way. Most guys had been all about themselves, and my needs and wants had been ignored.

“Yes,” I replied through my rapid panting.

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, his face lowered, and his mouth went around my clit.

“Oh, shit!” I cried out as he took my ball of nerves between his lips and sucked. It was too much, and I couldn’t refrain from bucking anymore. I gave my body permission to do as it pleased, confident it wouldn’t do me any harm.

The more I relaxed and embraced what he was doing to me, the wetter I felt. Of course, it could all be from his tongue. But I suspected my body was getting lubed up and ready for his cock to enter me.

How stupid of me. I get it now.

This was foreplay.

I felt a little inept and foolish, but I wouldn’t be too hard on myself. Sex was new to me.

“Yes?” he asked as he touched my center with his finger.

“Maybe.”

“I will stop if you want.”

“I’m not sure what I can handle, but I want to try.”

“Fair enough.” He played with my pussy like it was his new favorite toy. His finger and tongue stimulated me simultaneously, and it drove me wild.

I writhed on the bed.

I gripped my head between my hands as if it might detach from my neck.

I rocked my hips and ground my heat against his handsome face, not bothered by his scruffy beard.

“Oh, Dante!”

“Yes?” He inserted his finger.

“Yes!”

His digit easily entered me, so I kept going.

“Two.” Another finger joined the first.

“Okay.”

“Three.” Suddenly I felt full. He massaged my clit with what felt like his thumb. “Are you okay?”

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