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“Dante,” I pleaded again, grabbing his hand. Desperation created bravery. I couldn’t let him continue. I wanted what I wanted, and I wantedhim!
“Tell me what you want,bambina.”
Two fingers sunk deep inside me, and I stretched to meet them. I wanted fast and hard. I wanted him to make me come, but Dante continued with long, slow, almost gentle movements.
Heavy breaths and strangled moans filled the room. I ran my hands up his forearms, over his shoulders, and anywhere I could reach so I could feel his lean muscles ripple as he moved.
When his lips returned to mine, I bucked beneath his mastery. He owned me, yet, still, he didn’t take me over the edge.
“If you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you,” Dante promised, his voice thick with lust.
“Tease,” I murmured in his ear.
Dante’s chuckle-growl vibrated against my cheek. “Now you know why I don’t like it.”
Emboldened by desire to make him understand how I felt, I ran my hand from his shoulder, down his side, and rested it on his abdomen. Inhaling sharply, Dante rested his head against my forehead.
“I dare you,” he said breathlessly, throwing down the gauntlet of my desire for him.
Slowly, my hand crept closer to him. Dante’s breathing became more erratic. I wanted to know what he’d feel like in my hand. Would he be as hard as he felt when he was deep inside me? I hesitated... again... We’d only been together a few times. I didn’t have the confidence to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak.
When I lingered too long, Dante ground his hips against my leg, pushing his erection closer to my hand.
I needed him to tell me what to do. I needed domineering Dante to take over. I’d never touched a man there before. He knew that. He knew I was a virgin, or rather, had been a virgin, so he must have known I’d never touched a man.
I swallowed, wondering how long he’d let me suffer before he intervened, wondering when I would open my mouth and let him know what I needed.
Dante raised up on his elbow and stared down at me with curious eyes. “You’ve never touched a man before.”
I started to shake my head but remembered his other mantra. “No. Never,” I answered him timidly.
“The fuck,” he muttered harshly under his breath. I felt his erection twitch against the side of my leg.
“If you don’t touch me now, you’re going to miss your chance,” he growled. “I’m so hard for you I’m going to fucking explode.”
My hand started inexplicably shaking. “Help me,” I pleaded in a whisper.
Two hushed words ended any control I had, and I was giddy with relief. With a sexual gallantry that I had only dreamed about, Dante placed his hand over mine and spent the next several minutes guiding me, showing me how to please him and myself. After a few shy touches and several apprehensive strokes, I found my spirit. I loved touching him, hard as steel and soft as silk. I loved the way his lips parted, his eyes closed, and his hips thrust forward in my hand. I couldn’t get enough of the way he shuddered and groaned. The balance shifted again. I couldn’t get enough of how powerful it felt to watch a commanding man like Dante writhe beneath my touch.
The vulnerability Dante allowed wouldn’t last long. I knew he had a limit, and I knew the second he reached it when he grated, “Enough.” Within seconds, he was sheathed to the hilt within me, filling me, making me feel whole again.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, every fucking crew member on this yacht is going to hear your screams.”
I didn’t know how I’d look any of them in the eye in the morning, especially after I screamed not once, but three times before Dante pulled out of me and pushed his erection into my shaking hands.
“That’s it,bambina.Fuck yes,” he groaned when I stroked him to his orgasm. I smiled against his mouth as he kissed me, shudders and spasms still rocking through his body. Getting control of his breathing, he wrapped me in his arms.
Words matter, as Dante always said. But mattering and meaning were two different things. I thought about the meaning behind the words Dante whispered into my forehead.
“A lifetime of firsts,” he muttered, his chest rising and falling as he carefully avoided putting all his weight on me.
“What do you mean?” I whispered. Temptation made me bold as I kissed the throbbing vein on his neck.
“I’ve never let anyone touch me like that.”
I blinked at his confession. How could that be? I know he liked to be in control, but how could he have denied himself that, especially when he seemed to like it so much. Why was I the first woman he allowed such boldness?
I couldn’t read anything into it. I couldn’t let myself think that there was a reason why he let me touch him, why he lowered his guard so much that he nearly came in my hand before he took me so fiercely.No expectations. If I allowed myself to believe I was something special to Dante, I would be sorely disappointed, and I was so tired of being disappointed.
