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“No, never.”
He lets out a growl that sounds like it comes from deep in his chest, and his hand tightens slightly on my knee. “Would you like me to?”
I bite my lip, trying to get my nerves under control, and nod my head at him, not quite believing that this is really happening.
“Words, baby. Remember?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please what?” Holy hell, is he really going to make me say it? The only other option would be to get off this table and tie my dress back around me, and there’s not a chance in hell of that happening.
“Please taste my pussy,” I whisper. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and I know he can smell my arousal. When he opens them, I swear his eyes are pitch black. I’ve read in novels that can happen when people are aroused, but I never thought it was real. Well, it looks like I was wrong.
He pulls my legs apart, exposing me for the first time, then quickly sinks to his knees between my open legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers before diving into my drenched slit. He takes a moment to suck each one of my lips into his mouth, moving his tongue over them before releasing and giving them a gentle kiss.
It should embarrass me how wet my pussy is for him, but there’s something in the way he’s so enthusiastically running his tongue up and down my slit that doesn’t let me feel any kind of embarrassment. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
His tongue and lips are everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except where I need them. It’s like he’s ignoring my clit on purpose, and I start to wiggle my ass, hoping to encourage him to touch my swollen nub that’s screaming for attention. He pulls back, letting me see his face glistening, covered in my juices, and gives me a wicked smile. “Was there something that you needed, Vi?”
I let out a groan. “You know what I need.”
“Did you need this?” His finger enters my aching channel, just up to the first knuckle, enough to tease me and cause my hips to buck off the table. Holy shit, I’m going to need more of that. Pulling out, he takes the moisture that he’s gathered and runs it up to the apex of my sex, circling my engorged clit but purposefully missing it again.
“Dante.” I can hear the whining in my voice but am too far gone to care.
“Or maybe it was this you needed.” He covers my sex with his mouth and thrusts his tongue inside me. My hands move from gripping the table to clutching at his hair, trying to pull him farther into me. I’ve never felt anything like Dante’s tongue inside me, and I’m desperate for more.
“I know, I bet it’s this,” he says before moving up and attacking the bundle of nerves that’s only become more and more sensitive while waiting for him. He sucks it into his mouth, and I let out a cry I’m sure the neighbors can hear. At this point I’m practically humping Dante’s face while I hold him firmly in place by his hair, and I couldn’t care less. If his enthusiastic performance is anything to go on, it seems my noises and movements are only spurring him on.
I’m so close to going over the edge but still want this to last. I want to enjoy this as long as possible in case I wake up and this was all just a dream. My orgasm’s building, and I try to hold it back, to savor every second.
He stops batting my sensitive nub back and forth for just a moment and says, “Let go, Violet. Come on my face, baby.”
It’s his dirty words added to the fact that he immediately sucks my aching clit into his mouth that makes it so I can’t hang on another second. My orgasm rolls through me in wave after wave as I undulate my hips and clasp his face into my pussy. I hope he can breathe down there because my muscles are so locked up in my orgasm that I don’t think I could let go if I tried. I can hear some kind of high keening noise, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’m the one making it.
Finally, the crashing waves of my orgasm turn into lapping at the shore, and I’m able to let go of Dante even though there are still tremors going through my body. I’ve had plenty of orgasms in my life. I thought nobody could play my body better than I could. But I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. I thought his fingers inside me last night were magic, but I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Dante is back on his feet and kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips and hungrily stroke the inside of his mouth with my tongue, wanting more of him, of us mixed together. I bring my legs up to wrap around his waist and pull him in closer to me. The bulge in his pants is rubbing against my oversensitive sex, and all I can think about is getting him in my hand, my mouth. I reach down to unbutton his jeans, but his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.
“You don’t have to do that, baby.”
“I know. I want to.”
He lets out a little groan before stepping back from the table. Finding my panties on the floor, he gently slides them back up my legs until they’re firmly back in place. “Today was about you,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. “We have plenty of time to do everything you want to, but tonight, let’s just be together and enjoy each other’s company, okay?”
I sigh in disappointment but jump down off the table and wrap my dress back around myself without complaint. I help him clean off the table and wash the dishes while we chat. It’s comfortable and domestic in a way I wasn’t expecting, and my mind wanders to a place where it could be like this with the two of us all the time. Cooking together, cleaning, making love. It would without a doubt be a dream come true, but I need to remind myself that we’re taking things slow and keeping it casual.
When we’re about done, I hear my phone buzzing on the table, and I go check it. For just a second, my heart speeds up in my chest, and I imagine it’s Bianca wondering where I am. Instead, it’s a text from Tyler. I haven’t spoken to him since I left him drunk at the party last night.
“Who’s that?” Dante’s voice comes from right over my shoulder, making me jump.
“It’s Tyler, the guy from last night.”
Dante doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and I don’t bother responding to Tyler’s text. I move to put the phone back into my bag when he stops me. His face is serious, and I know that whatever he’s about to say is important, so I give him my full attention.
“We may be casual, Violet. But I don’t share.” The feeling that he’s putting a claim on me is real and sends a jolt of yearning through my body. He doesn’t want me seeing anyone else while we’re together, figuring out what this is. My mind immediately turns to Amanda.
“Me either,” I say forcefully.
