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I walk into my room and open one of my suitcases and pull out my bikini, changing into it.
The infinity pool is warm and feels amazing, and when I duck my head under I realize it must be a saltwater pool.
I do a few laps, losing track of time and floating around, until I hear a voice, echoing through the pool house.
“You like it?”
I start to tread water, looking up to see Dante standing at the end of the infinity pool, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. He’s already thrown his suit jacket onto a lounge chair.
“You’re getting in with me?” I ask, excited but nervous. I guess Dante’s expecting me to act as his wife immediately, but if he doesn’t think he’ll have to woo me, he’s got another thing coming.
Dante smiles, showing his teeth.
I can’t get the measure of that smile. It’s not his half-smile, showing a dimple in one cheek, one that’s charming. That toothy smile seems like one a crocodile would give to his prey, and I’m not sure what to think of it.
“I don’t have my swimsuit on, so I’m skinny dipping,” he says, before taking off his shirt and dropping his hands to his waistband.
I look away, blushing, but then I figure: this is going to be my husband, right? So, I wade over to the shallow end of the pool and untie my bikini top and bottoms, throwing them up onto the edge of the pool.
Dante grins again, this time one of those charming ones, and dives into the water, stark naked. I don’t have time to stare at all the expanse of bronze skin he’s displaying before he swims up to me, tickling my feet.
I kick and giggle and he comes up out of the water, splashing me and rubbing a hand across his face.
“Hi, there,” he murmurs, sliding his hands around my waist and standing up. We’re still in the shallow end. His hands move across my ass and I gasp, arching my back. I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting more, my body aching.
He grabs two handfuls of my ass this time, lifting me up and pressing his erection against my core, and I cry out, burying my face in his neck.
“Kiss me there,” he demands, and I do as he says, kissing him open-mouthed, even nipping slightly at the skin.
Dante groans and moves me to the edge of the pool, putting me up there while I whine.
He tsks. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m going to take care of you.”
I’ve barely spent any time with this man, but he’s going to be my husband, and I’ve wanted him for a long time.
I bite my lip as I look down at him, and then he buries his face in my sex, pressing his lips to my clit while he slides a finger inside of me.
It’s tight at first but I become slick and hot easily as he suckles my clitoris, pressing his finger deeper and eventually adding another.
He hooks his fingers up and I moan loudly. Dante hums, moving his mouth to my inner thigh.
“That’s it, baby. Be loud for me.”
Then he locks his lips around my clit again and pumps his fingers in and out of me, faster and faster until I’m arching my back, crying out his name, my thighs trembling around his head.
When I come, black spots appear across my vision, and I gasp in breath like I’ve been drowning.
Dante moans and slowly removes his fingers as I continue to shudder. He hefts himself out of the pool, naked, and now I can see how tight his abdomen is, how broad his chest. He has a tattoo on his left pec, a snake that winds around toward his nipple.
He’s also a lot bigger than the guy I was with in high school, and for a moment, I wonder if he’ll fit. I bite my lip, looking up into his eyes and his hazel eyes change from lust-filled to concerned.
“Are you okay, pretty girl?” he asks, and that’s all I need. I smile brightly at him and spread my thighs forward as he covers my body with his own.
“I’m perfect, Dante,” I say honestly, and he guides himself into me, pushing in slowly to get me used to his girth and length. He’s gritting his teeth, holding back, and I gasp, rocking my hips to try to make it better.
After a long moment, he starts to slide forward and backward, and I’m so slick from my previous orgasm that the slide becomes easy after just a couple of strokes. It begins to feel good again instead of just uncomfortable, and I brace my hands on his shoulders for purchase. His mouth parts as he pumps in and out of me, his hazel eyes dark and half-lidded, darting from my face to my breasts and then back again as he looks into my eyes.
“Feels so good,” I murmur, feeling lightheaded from all the excitement and his nearness.
