I’m shaking, falling to pieces, his body wrapped in my arms, and Dante groans his own completion, so deep inside that he feels like a part of me. His cock shudders in a hard spurt, and as I realize he’s filling me with his hot seed, a second orgasmic wave ripples softly through me, taking my breath away.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms.
My next consciousthought is how bright the sun is shining through my eyelids…and what the hell is that sound? I hear short grunts, heavy breathing. Fast. Rhythmic.
Supremely confused, I sit up quickly in bed, rubbing my eyes against the morning light. The ache between my legs jogs my memory, hard, and I look around the room for Dante.
I spot him on the floor beside the bed, doing push-ups in his boxer briefs. Judging by the gleam of sweat across his naked back, he’s been at it for a while.
“Oh, you’re working out,” I say. “From the noise, I almost thought you were…”
“What?” he asks, without slowing his pace.
“I mean, you know…”
He looks up to shoot me a quick glance. I make a fist and pump it back and forth in the motion that all guys are very familiar with.
Dante pauses, then collapses onto the floor, facedown in the carpet. Alarmed, I lean over the side of the bed.
“Oh my God, are you okay?”
He rolls over, and I realize he’s laughing. Hard, doubled over peals of laughter. I can’t help but join him.
In one swift motion, he reaches up and drags me from the bed. I slide right off and land on top of him, both of us still giggling like children. My bare legs spread wide over his briefs, his cock perfectly palpable beneath the thin fabric. Dante stops laughing, his eyes doing that dark, lusty, serious thing again as they rake over my naked body.
Hitching a brow, it’s my turn to take his wrists and wrench them above his head. “Keep them there. Or else.”
He looks pleased at my mock seriousness. “Yes, ma’am.”
Leaning forward, I position my breasts over his face, my nipples nearly touching his lips. He strains to take one in his mouth, but I pull back.
“No, no. You don’t need to do anything. Just let me take care of you.”
Reaching down, I grab the waistband of his boxers and tug them down until his cock springs free. Then I take his length in my hand, giving him three firm strokes.
“Frankie—”
“Shh…”
His eyes flutter closed and I sink down onto him, impaling myself to the hilt. He moves to touch me, but I quickly grab his forearms and pin him down again.
“Uh-uh. Nope. Be a good boy.”
I toss my head and fling my hair over my shoulder, grinding on him, pressing kisses against his jaw, his neck, his chest, letting my breasts graze against him. Every time he tries to move his hands, I reassert my grip on his wrists.
“Never knew you could be so dominant in bed,” Dante growls.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I tease. “Yet.”
Leaning back to take him more fully inside me, I tilt my head back and let my breasts bounce with every swing of my hips. I writhe and moan, knowing he’s getting a million-dollar view of my pussy with his cock inside it. The thought turns me on even more. This is the sex goddess feeling I’ve been looking for. It’s amazing to be in control…to take my pleasure this way, at my own pace, while he can do nothing but enjoy.
He watches as I reach down and slip a finger over my clit.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Let me see you touch yourself.”
His acceptance flames me on, and I continue to stroke myself while riding him. He sighs deeply, and I can feel the tension in his body start to relax. His fingers flex, and I know he’s dying to touch me. With a smile, I finally release his forearms, placing one of his hands over my breast and the other on my cheek.
Working myself furiously, I grind on his cock and turn my face into his palm to kiss there, softly but hungrily. He groans again and again as I trail kisses along the sensitive inside of his wrist. My core starts to clench around him, and I know I can’t hold back any longer.
