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Dante pulls me up to a sitting position and examines me from head to toe. “I can almost guarantee you that you haven’t if you onlythinkyou have.” He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, slowly shaking his head. “Kitten, you are an anomaly. How can someone”—he pauses to trail his finger down my cleavage, the dress I’m wearing showing just enough to be tempting but not enough to give everything away—“who looks like this be so underappreciated by the male population?”
For the second time today, every word I’ve ever learned flies out of my brain and into oblivion. I’m left staring at this beautiful man like a deer in headlights.
“Tonight’s lesson: how to orgasm,” he says, and suddenly my nerves all fade away.
I was more nervous thinking about not giving him a good blowjob, but I know my body. I know how to touch myself. Even if I’m not orgasming, I feel good while I’m doing it. Seems like a decent first lesson.
“Let’s start by getting you warmed up, yeah?” he suggests. “I’ll get all the kinks out so you can focus on nothing but pleasure. Strip down, kitten. You’re getting a massage.”
Being bare in front of Dante turns me on like nothing else. I haven’t even been fully naked in front of him, but even that’s been enough to send me over the edge—to form that knot at the base of my stomach and set every inch of my body on fire.
Dante will be the first man to see me this way, fully naked and vulnerable and completely bared to him. I have the power to give this piece of myself away—no one else.
He takes me by the hand and leads me to a full-length mirror. Standing behind me, he directs me to look at my reflection, and I start to slowly remove each article of clothing.
I start with the dainty straps of the revealing white dress, slowly sliding them down my shoulders. Dante lightly follows the trail of the straps, running his palms from my shoulders and down my arms.
“Is this how you undress each night?” he whispers into my ear, his voice gritty and dark. “Before you play with your perfect cunt, do you admire how beautiful you are, sweet girl?”
My mouth has gone completely dry, and I lick my lips, attempting any moisture I can get.
I grab hold of my dress by the bust and carefully, slowly start sliding the fabric down my torso, revealing my strapless black lace bra and naked stomach. Glancing at him in the mirror, I watch as his eyes follow the same path as the fabric; scanning from my chest down to my lower stomach as the dress finally falls to the floor, showing off the matching black G-string.
“Art,” he says.
I flick my eyes from my panties to his dark gaze, needing him to elaborate.
As if he knows, he does. “This body of yours is its own fucking art form. Like…”
I think this is the first time he’s been at a loss for words.
“Like heaven and hell conspired together to create something so beautifully damning, it should be a sin to even glance in your direction.”
The energy between us shifts, and my gaze falls to the reflection of my chest rising and falling in the mirror, quicker than just moments ago.
“Keep going, Giana.”
I do as I’m told, gently sliding both my bra and panties from my body and allowing them to fall to the floor. Once I’m completely bare in front of him, he finally touches me again, and I realize how much just these past few minutes without his hands on my skin have left me aching with a desperate need. The way I feel when his touch collides with my skin.
He edges closer to me, and I feel how hard he is—how hardI’vemade him—as his cock comes into contact with the top of my ass cheeks. Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he palms my breasts, and goose bumps break out across my skin.
“Is this how you touch these perfect tits of yours?” His words send me spiraling, but it’s his touch, the way he intimately runs his warm palms over my breasts, rotating between lightly and forcefully playing with my hard nipples, that makes me writhe beneath his touch. “Answer me, kitten.”
I shake my head and let it fall to his chest, my breath picking up as my pulse thumps away in my ears. It feels so good. Too good. All I can think about is how much I’ll miss this.
And I hate it.
“Then show me.”
I greedily swat his hands away, feeling my core tighten and heat run through me like a wildfire spreading just under the surface of my skin. I pause for a moment, that little voice in my head asking me what the fuck I’m doing. But I want this.
I want thissobadly.
I take my breasts into my hands and show him exactly how I play with myself—watching him in the mirror the entire time. Taking my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, rolling them, lightly flicking and then caressing each one with generous attention. I lightly run my nails in circles around the sensitive peaks, touching each sensitive nerve just enough to spark life into them.
Dante groans before I hear him whisper a “Fuck yes, baby.”
It’s low and barely there, but his words further stoke that flame inside me, encouraging me and pushing me to step out of my comfort zone.
