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He leans forward, and I feel his hands touch the backs of my thighs, his fingers trailing upwards, but this time, they don’t stop. He looks me in the eye, his face close to my chest, as his fingers reach my underwear and he grabs onto the waist band, before slowly pulling them down my legs. I move my hands and grip onto his desk on either side of my body as he pulls them all the way down, leaving me entirely naked in front of him. And he remains seated and fully dressed.
“Show me how wet you are,” he commands as his eyes pierce mine, and he leans back in his chair again. His jaw is clenching, and his nostrils flare as he waits for me to move. He still leaves the decision up to me to make. But I have no hesitation.
“Yes, Dante…” I say, this time with more confidence, and his eyes widen slightly as he raises his hand and rubs his jaw like I am a tasty meal being placed right in front of him.
I move back slightly until my bare ass hits the edge of his dark timber desk, and I lift onto my tiptoes and perch myself on it. Leaning back, I move my hands behind me so that my body is tilted backwards, and I look at him to see his hands fisting as he struggles to restrain himself. It is good to know I am affecting him and once again the power I feel at making this dangerous man weak for me is addictive.
Once comfortable, I move my legs. Slowly widening them, my bare body now totally open to Dante, my wet desire front and center. My long red hair falls back over my shoulders, as I arch and open myself to him completely.
“Fuck, Annie, you are beautiful,” he grits out.
“Dante, please...” I whisper, nearly begging for him already. I have never felt like this before, never ached for a man, never needed a man so much as I do Dante. I just want him to touch me before I implode. I don’t even realize I have said his name until I hear him growl again, and he sits forward, bringing his chair closer to me.
“I am going to touch you, Bella. I will try to be gentle, but I am not a gentle man,” he says, looking up at me, his eyes asking for permission.
“I want you to touch me…You don’t need to be gentle,” I reply, my body nearly vibrating off the desk such is my desire to have his hands on me.
“Oh, but I do, Bella. I want to take my time with you.” He lifts his hands again, placing them on each ankle, skimming them up and down my legs before he grabs them and lifts, placing my feet on the armrests of his chair. His body positioned in between them.
His hands then skim up my legs, and warmth spreads through my body with his touch as his hands run over my bent knees to my thighs. He grabs my thigh, needing the muscle before he leans forward and presses a kiss on the inside of my knee.
“You're dripping for me, Annie…” he says between his kisses as he continues to place his lips farther up the inside of my thigh.
I let my head fall back. “Dante… please…” I exhale, and I hear him groan as he moves closer and closer to my center.
My heart is beating out of my chest, as I feel his hands glide down the outside of my thighs and rest on my ass just as he nudges my core.
“Tell me to stop, Bella. God, tell me to stop,” I hear him say, almost pleading as his lips brush against me and I shudder.
“Don’t stop, Dante, please don’t stop.” At that, a switch must flip, because his tongue lands on my flesh and delves into my heat as he begins to devour me. The breath leaves my lungs for a moment as his lips and tongue become tools of magic. He licks, sucks, and explores my center, creating a pleasure like nothing I have ever experienced.
“Ahhhh, Dante, God, shit, please don’t stop,” I pant out, my words free-flowing, my strong desire overpowering all my senses.
I fall back more, leaning on my elbows as my hair sweeps across his desk, his face remaining firmly between my legs. I can barely breathe as the sensation runs wild through my body. His grip on my ass remains firm, and I start to move my hips a little, wanting the friction.
“You taste fucking delicious, Annie. Do you like fucking my face like a good girl?” he asks me, before plunging his tongue back inside, my body wriggling at his touch. But he holds my hips down, pushing his face into me farther, licking me, kissing and sucking a place no man has ever explored before.
“Oh God, Dante.” I have never felt like this. Never felt this heat flowing through my body, the tremble in my legs, or the slight tickle and pulsating happening down below.
“Oh my God… yes.” My mind is no longer connected to my body as I feel myself reacting in ways I never knew it could. His chest rumbles, and I feel the vibration on my flesh. I begin to feel hot all over from my head to my toes as they curl.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this, Annie? Has anyone ever had their mouth on your perfect fucking pussy?” Dante grits out, before taking a long, languid lick and making me tremble.
“No, Dante,” I all but whimper, my body starting to feel like absolute putty in his hands.
“Has anyone made your body feel like this, Annie? Has anyone had you naked, your body trembling, needy, and wet for them?” I feel his hot breath touch my skin, as his hands continue to grip onto my waist.
“No…Dante...” I moan out, and he groans in response. I wriggle in his grip, but he continues to hold me down. And being at his mercy is turning me on even more. My back arches, wanting him closer, needing more.
“Are you going to let me fuck your pussy with my tongue until you can’t stand it. Are you going to let me be the first man to make you come, Bella?” Dante asks but doesn’t wait for a response before he dives back into my center with renewed vigor.
“Dante… I’m... I’m...” is all I can get out in between my panting and moaning, but he is relentless, going faster and deeper with his tongue. And I let go. My light scream leaves my lips, but he doesn’t stop. He continues until I am left an exhausted heap on his desk. My arms give way as I lay on my back on his expensive timber desk. My hand splays across my chest as I try to catch my breath and close my eyes to steady myself. I’m completely void of energy and in shock at what I just experienced.
He kisses my thighs, letting me just be for a moment. It was my first time a man has ever made me come, and I can safely say that I now understand what all the fuss is about.
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