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“Yes?” he asks, and I nod. “Say it, Lilah.”
My pussy reacts to his firm words by clenching around his fingers and he reacts by crooking those fingers.
My hips buck, needing more before I answer.
“Yes, Dante. I’ll come and then you’ll fuck me,” I say with a moan as his thumb swipes over my clit.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, and then his head dips down again, his dark hair mussed from sleep.
Heat furls in my belly as he sucks, as three fingers now start to fuck me mercilessly, swiping at my G-spot with every thrust.
“Dante, god, fuck,” I moan, my hand moving to his hair and my legs starting to close on him, like I’m trying to keep him there indefinitely, like doing that will help me hit the peak faster.
My man, of course, rarely lets me run this ship, though. His eyes look up my body. His free hand moves to my knee, pushing my leg back open before slapping me on my sensitive inner thigh. I moan loud at the strike and the way his fingers fuck me fiercer, a punishment, and I just know if I could see his mouth, there would be a grin there.
He repeats the action, slapping my inner thigh, the pain spiking quickly before dissipating into sweet, sweet bliss. I clamp down on his fingers, my back arching, moaning his name.
“I’m close, fuck,” I murmur to the ceiling, and then because the man knows me better than I know me, he slaps me one more time, the same place, the pain higher but the pleasure overpowering it all as I come, screaming his name.
My back is still arched off the bed, my head on the pillow as I come hard when he starts to crawl up my body, his head moving into my neck as one hand guides his cock into me and then he’s there, slamming in deep and filling me.
And I’m whole.
He feels it too; I know it when he groans into my neck.
“Fuckin’ missed you,” he says there, his breath leaving burning trails against my skin, and the way he says it, the way he slams into me as he does, it almost feels like a punishment.
A punishment for making him feel too much.
A punishment for making him wake without me.
A punishment for making it impossible to sneak out like normal.
A punishment for making him give me his mornings.
“Yeah,” I whisper, one orgasm fading as another starts to build.
“That’s it, Lilah. Come on. I’m not coming in this cunt until you fall again.”
“Dante,” I moan as he bucks into me, my legs wrapping his hips. He moves, pulling his body back until he’s on his knees, staring down as he fucks me. One hand moves down my thigh and pulls it up until it’s against his chest, creating an angle that has the head of his cock brushing my G-spot with each thrust.
“Fuck, look at that,” he says, watching where he disappears in me. “Fuck, look at you.”
He’s not speaking to me, not really. Just marveling at the perfect fucking way we fit together.
“Honey,” I whisper, the pleasure building, a boiling pot about to spill over.
“I know, baby.” His eyes move from where we’re joined to my face as his hand moves to my hip, holding me there.
“I need more,” I whisper. He could tip me over in a moment. All I need is a quick brush of my clit to get me there.
“No,” he says with that evil smile of his, tipping his hips and leaning on my thigh on his chest to get in even deeper. I moan loud.
“It’s too much.”
“You can take it, Delilah,” he says.
“It’s too much,” I moan, my body teetering on the edge, already overstimulated from his mouth. The pleasure is too big, the promise of the all-consuming orgasm near terrifying.
