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“Then I am going to fuck this perfect fucking pussy so good…” I don’t finish as she comes undone, her orgasm ripping through her, just by my touch and dirty words and that’s exactly what I want to do.
Get her dirty. Really fucking dirty.
23
Annie
I have no idea if I am quicker than average to orgasm or if it is Dante and his skills, but within an hour of him being home, I am already underneath him, panting. And I want more.
So. Much. More.
As I breathe in, my bare breasts rise, touching his scorching chest, his torso rigid, muscles tense. He looms above me, his dark Mediterranean Italian skin that is full of tattoos, scars and marks is in complete contrast to mine, yet we fit. On paper, we are worlds apart, but here, together, there is nothing that separates us.
I sit up on my elbows and admire Dante’s naked body as he gets up and walks away from the bed to the armchair. I am nowhere near as experienced as him, and I am happy to have him take charge, but I still doubt myself a little, wondering how a girl like me can ever satisfy a man like Dante. Before I get too caught up in my self doubt, I see him stop at the armchair and pick up his bowl of tiramisu. My eyes crinkle, wondering what he is doing.
Is he having a mid-sex snack? Is that a thing?
His eyes flick to me as a small smile spreads across his face, and he walks back to the bed. Still holding the bowl, he stands at the edge of the mattress, looking down at me. The power dynamics are clearly evident, his tall statue dominating and demanding as he sucks up all the air in the room.
“Did you learn to make this just for me, Bella?” he asks me with deviant eyes and a smirk on his face. He already knows the answer.
“Yes, Dante,” I say, just how I know he likes it.
He scoops out a small spoonful of the dessert and leans over, feeding it to me.
“Do you like my fingers on your body, Annie?”
“Mmmhmmm...” I say in response as I lick the cream from the spoon, which falls slightly onto my bottom lip. Before I can wipe it away, Dante grabs the back of my head and leans in, swiping my lips with his tongue, collecting the cream before kissing me again.
“So fucking good,” he growls into my mouth.
He takes another spoonful of the dessert, but this time he doesn’t feed it to me, dropping the cream on my left breast instead. The cool mixture immediately causes my skin to prickle and my nipple to peak, and a small gasp leaves me as I am caught off guard by his action.
"You didn't know when you made this, that I'd be enjoying it off your perfect body, though, did you?" Dante asks me again as I watch him closely, my heart racing.
“No, Dante,” I reply, totally lost for words and already wound up so tight I might start moaning before he goes any lower.
“Lay back, Bella, I want to eat this off your body and then I want to eat you,” he says in a way that has my sex throbbing. I have no idea who could ever say no to this man, because all I want to do is please him.
“Oh God, yes, Dante.” I slowly lie back, my head resting on the mattress as he leans over my body and his mouth finds my breast. He licks, sucks, and nips my nipple, eating the dessert from my skin. His tongue is a tool of magic, his lips and breath warm in contrast to the cool cream. He repeats the action on my other breast, taking his time, sucking my breast into his mouth, and I feel my arousal building.
“This is the best fucking dessert I have ever had,” he groans to me as he kneels on the bed, positioning himself between my legs, pushing my legs wide and making me completely open and bare to him.
“You are so beautiful, Annie.” He dips the spoon back into the creamy dessert, his eyes on mine. Bringing the spoon down on my hip, he swipes the cream across my skin, before he leans over and licks it off my body. In one long lick across my hip bone, he collects the cream and swallows it before licking and sucking the same spot again, peppering kisses down lower and lower, making my hips twist in delight. This is so intimate and intense, and I can’t believe a man like Dante is worshiping my body in this way. I feel my temperature rising, my eyes not able to stay away from watching him.
“Dante… Please...” I’m begging him to touch me again, wanting to feel his hands gripping my body.
His dark hair falls across his forehead, his eyes sparkling in delight at my tone. He likes hearing me beg. My eyes wander down his body, and I take in the patchwork of tattoos, different images paint his body, and I don’t miss seeing Leo’s name and birthday right on his chest, near his heart. As my gaze travels down, I take in his large, hard cock. I have no idea how it is going to fit. I swallow as I look at him, not quite believing what my life has become.
“One spoonful left,” he teases as he takes the last spoonful and puts it on my center before placing the bowl on the bedside table and lowering himself between my legs. The smell of coffee filters through the air and the cool dessert has my skin covered in goosebumps as I lean back into the soft sheets, my body feeling weightless. Again, the power rush I feel whenever I am with Dante fills me, and I watch him with a small smile on my face as he kisses up the inside of my thigh.
He licks me from back to front, and I watch him gather some of the cream on his tongue and swallow it before he does it again. He is taking his time, his eyes penetrating mine as he continues to eat the cream, slowly and deliberately two more times, until there is none left. But that doesn’t stop him. He plunges his tongue into me, catching me by surprise. I jolt off the bed a little, but his hands are quick, holding my hips down as he continues to feast. His tongue and lips are everywhere, licking and sucking me, twirling around my clit before he delves his tongue back inside over and over.
"Mmmm. I think I've found a new ingredient for my favorite dessert," he grits out as my head pushes back against the mattress, my hands gripping the sheets underneath me. "What do you think it is, Bella?" I can’t answer him, I’m too overwhelmed by how good he feels.
“Ahhh... Oh my God...” I pant out, quivering, my senses overloading, and I arch my back, pushing my head into the pillow. It is like he is everywhere at once, and I can’t help the small moans and noises that come from me. I jolt again as he sucks on my clit, his hands sliding up my inner thighs, pushing my legs wider for him, then I feel his finger push inside of me. My heart is racing, and I am panting, wanting more of him, yet wanting him to take his time.
"Maybe it's your sweet pussy, hmm?" He continues to devour me as I moan out at his dirty words. "I'm only ever going to be able to lick it off of you from now on. Next time you make this for me, you better keep that in mind."
