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When his mouth crashes down on mine, I don’t see it coming.
One minute, I’m yelling at him, and the next, his full, soft, warm lips are pressed against mine, his hands on my upper arms, turning me towards the wall. His mouth slants over mine as my back hits the wood, hard enough to make a frame somewhere to my right rattle as Dante presses against me, his tongue licking along the seam of my lips. His body is hard and muscular as he leans into me, and I open my mouth without thinking for the thrust of his tongue, my entire body responding.
The kiss takes my breath away.
This isn’t why I’m here. I’m here for work. This is a terrible idea. I can’t do this. We can’t do this.It all repeats in my head on a loop, like a refrain shouting through the fog of lust spreading through me, but I can’t seem to push him away. His mouth is warm against mine, and he tastes faintly like spices. His tongue tangles with mine, and dimly, I hear myself moan.
“That’s the sound I wanted to hear,” he whispers hoarsely. His hands slide down my upper arms, his palms pressing against my ribs, sweeping inwards and up to cup the small curves of my breasts. I’m wearing a thin t-shirt bra under my tank top, and my nipples stiffen instantly at the sweep of his thumbs over them, making me shiver.
He’s hard as steel against my thigh, and I canfeelwhat I caught a glimpse of that first night. It wasn’t an optical illusion. He’s huge—thick and long, and I have no idea what that would feel like pushing inside of me, butgod,I can imagine. Ihaveimagined.
Oh, fuck.That memory comes back in a hot rush of embarrassment, and it’s the thing that finally cuts through the haze of lust. I try to squirm out of Dante’s grip, but he holds me pinned against the wall, catching my chin in his fingers as he tilts my face upwards so that I’m looking directly into his green eyes.
“What is it, Emma?” His gaze searches mine, and the sound of my name on his tongue, said in that hint of an accent, is enough to make my knees weak all over again. He takes in the flush on my cheeks, the way I can’t meet his eyes, and that smirk curls the edges of his mouth once again.
“You’re thinking about the phone call, aren’t you?” He lifts one hand, his knuckles grazing against my cheekbone. “It was an accident, wasn’t it? You didn’t mean for me to hear.”
Oh god.If the ground could open up and swallow me, I’d welcome it. This is what I was dreading, the moment whenthiscame up—if we got that far. I wasn’t entirely sure that he wouldn’t throw me out of the penthouse first, on account of the shouting match I’d been imagining since last night.
I don’t have to say anything. The look on my face must be enough. Dante braces one hand against the wall next to my head, the other brushing a loose piece of hair away from my face as he leans in, his lips very close to my ear.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, little bird,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the fragile skin there. “You sounded so sweet, moaning my name. So sweet that I couldn’t help but make myself come, listening to you. You got me so fucking hard, Emma.”
He rocks his hips against me, once, as he says it, pressing that iron bar of his shaft into my thigh. It’s all too easy for me to imagine exactly what he’s describing—his hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking, hips jerking as he fucked his fist and imagined it was me.
Exactly the wayI’dbeen imagining him while I used my toy.
“You made me come so hard,” he breathes against my ear. “I could barely wait until you came, too. But I wanted us to do it at the same time.” Another press of his hips to mine, and I can’t pretend that his weight against me isn’t the only thing keeping my knees from buckling and sending me sliding down to the floor. “God, I want to hear you come for real, little bird.”
The hand that was toying with my hair has dropped to the waist of my jeans. My tank top has ridden up, exposing a strip of soft skin, and a shudder wracks me as his fingers graze over my bare flesh. I feel him smile against my ear as his fingers drop down to the button of my fly, flicking it open with an ease that makes my knees feel weak all over again.
He has my jeans open before I can suck in a breath, his fingers slipping inside, pressing against the damp heat of my pussy through my cotton panties. I hear his low groan against my ear as he discovers that I’ve already soaked them; I feel the way his cock throbs even through two layers of denim.
“You’re so wet,” Dante breathes. “Is that all for me, little bird?”
I nod wordlessly. I’ve never been the type to go speechless, but just the slight friction of him rubbing his fingers against the outside of my panties is enough to make me feel like I can’t breathe. If I could speak, I’d tell him that I’ve been wet since he kissed me. But maybe this is better. I’m not sure it’s something I want to admit.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmurs against my ear. His fingers slide upwards, over my clit through the thin cotton, making me mewl helplessly. “But I can tell you right now, Emma—Iwon’t want to.”
His fingers delve into my panties as he whispers the last word, sliding expertly between my folds and finding my clit effortlessly. I have the briefest moment to wish I’d gotten a wax recently—hell, even shaved anything other than the bare minimum—but he doesn’t seem to care. His two fingertips press against my clit, moving in quick, rhythmic circles, the wet sound of his fingers against my pussy filling the space around us. It’s lewd and erotic and only turns me on more, my hips arching into his hand. He’s never touched me before tonight, but somehow, he knows exactly what I need.
“Does that feel good?” Dante whispers against the shell of my ear, as if it’s a question. His fingers move a little faster, making me gasp and moan as I buck into his hand before he pushes them lower, seeking out my entrance. “Greedy little bird. You want to come, don’t you?”
I nod breathlessly. I’m past embarrassment, past questioning if this is a good idea. The pleasure is immense, my clit swollen and pulsing beneath his touch, aching for him to touch me again as he delves lower. I want to beg for him to go back to what he was doing before, but before I can lose my dignity and do exactly that, he pushes those two fingers inside of me.
I’m certain the sound I make has never come out of my mouth before. It’s a keening wail of pleasure as he pushes his fingers into me up to the third knuckle, his thumb finding my clit as he starts to finger me with the same rhythm that I imagine he would use if it were his cock inside of me instead. I grab his upper arms, clinging to him as he presses against me, his tongue sliding along the curve of my ear as his fingers relentlessly thrust in and out. I feel them curl inside of me, finding that elusive spot that even I can’t always seek out, and this time, my kneesdobuckle. My grip on his upper arms is all that keeps me from falling as I start to come.
“Dante!” I gasp out his name, the last syllable rising to a cry as I clench around his fingers, my arousal soaking his hand. No one has ever made me come like this.Ihaven’t made myself come like this. I didn’t know it was possible. The pleasure bursts over me in a wave that leaves me arching and shuddering against the wall, unable to think of anything other than how good his fingers feel still sliding in and out as he brings me down slowly from the orgasm.
And then, to my shock, he sinks down to his knees in front of me.
“Dante—” I don’t know if I’m telling him that he should stop or begging him to continue. I’ve never had a man dothisbefore. He pulls my jeans and panties down my hips in one swift motion, yanking them free of my ankles so he can toss them aside and slide his hands back up to my inner thighs. His thumbs part my folds, and my face flushes as I realize how much of me he can see from this angle. Everything is revealed to him, all my swollen, pink, wet flesh, but he groans as he leans in, sliding his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one swift hot lick that makes my knees nearly buckle again.
“Christ, Emma,” he swears, breathing hard as his lips hover over my pussy. “You taste fucking delicious.”
And then his mouth presses against me, and I forget about everything else.
It’s not as if I’ve never been eaten out before. But never likethis. I understand the colloquialism now, the reason anyone calls it that. Dante devours me like I’m a feast. His tongue delves between my folds, finding my clit and licking it in that same perfect rhythm that he found with his fingers, only now it’s warm and wet and a thousand times better. I hadn’t thought it couldbebetter, but the first swirls of his tongue have me moaning and gasping, my hand tangling in his soft, dark hair as he laps up my arousal.
