by Fiona Murphy
12
Bethany
“Wait, so what time is it going to be when we land?”
“Around eleven o’clock in the evening.”
“Dante, that’s crazy, talk about jet lag. I’m not going to be tired enough to go to sleep in only the eight hours the trip is going to take.”
The captain gave us the okay to undo our seat belts a little while ago. Dante reaches for me, and I don’t hesitate to sink into his lap. I’m loving this pink shift dress I’m wearing, the better for his hands to run over my legs as he holds me close. “We’re going straight to bed, sweetheart, but we aren’t going to sleep.”
His hand is sliding around my neck to hold me in place for his kiss. Finally—it’s been a whole day without them. “You are a fucking genius.”
“Yes, I am.”
The drive from the airport goes by too fast. Although the city is lit up, it’s hard to see as we speed through the streets in the dark. I sit back with a sigh.
“I promise we’ll see the city.” Dante lifts my hand to press his lips against my fingers.
“I’m just excited. Ignore me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” And I mean it. The hours on the plane were worth it alone. When he said the flight would last almost eight hours, I wondered what in the world we would do to fill the time. The answer was talk. We lay together and watched movies—the ones Dante had planned for our movie day—and talked about everything from favorite places in the city to his tattoos and what they meant and our favorite memories growing up.
The car stops outside an enormous building. It looks like the palace it’s named. “Wow.”
“You like? Wait until you see inside.”
Inside the front desk guy is fawning over Dante with barely a trace of an accent. Check-in lasts minutes before we’re ushered into an elevator. I went overboard with my two suitcases and four dresses I left in their bags. The perks of flying on a private plane. The bellhop is sweet and chatty all the way up in the elevator and as he walks us through the door of our room. As I follow him, I discover it’s not a room, it’s a massive suite.
My eyes go big as I look to Dante. He’s smiling wide, dimples flashing. “Like I would rent us any old room. We’re a five-minute walk to the Prado and ten minutes to everything else.”
The bellhop opens the curtains wide with a flourish, then opens the doors to a balcony. We aren’t high up, only five floors, but the view is amazing. I turn to find bellhop gone and Dante leaning against the open door. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, anything for your smile.”
Ah, he is so damn sexy. “Anything?” I lift an eyebrow. His reaction is instant. He straightens, his whole body tense. I’m drawn to him; his pull is undeniable. My hands land on his chest, and a thrill goes through me at the way the muscles beneath them bunch and move in response. I run my hands up around his neck, and Dante moves to meet me. Sweet, soft, our lips meet then our tongues tangle. His arms go around me, lifting me up to him. I’m moving but I don’t care. I don’t want this kiss to end, to ever stop tasting him, breathing him in.
One moment I’m in Dante’s arms, the next I’m on what feels like puffy clouds of silks. I open my eyes to find my dress is being slid down my body. Watching his breath catch at the sight of me is everything I hoped it would be. The awe in his eyes sends champagne bubbles running through my veins, making me drunk and giddy with happiness. I’m wearing the sheer black delicate lace babydoll I was wearing in his bed last night. Only last night I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties the way I had to today.
I blink and he’s on one knee between my legs. Long thick fingers trail up my legs from my ankles to my thighs. Whimpers shake loose from me at the frissons of electricity his touch leaves in its wake. My legs open wider, beckoning Dante into the heart of me. Those big hands cup my hips lightly before hitching under the panties to slide them off me. He shakes his head as a finger traces over the weeping slit of me. “So damn pretty, you make my cock ache. I’ve fallen asleep dreaming of your pussy only to wake up hard because I’m still dreaming of you.”
Strong hands grasp my hips, then edge me further up the bed. I close my eyes as Dante lowers his head to me. Hot air washes over me seconds before his velvet tongue traces along my lower lips, sending tremors through my whole body. He groans as his tongue slides inside me. Small strokes, gentle licks are driving me out of my mind. Please, I beg. A hand comes down on my lower stomach to hold me in place. Two fingers open me wide to his searching tongue. He roams inside me deeper and deeper and a moan escapes him, going right up my spine. Ow, oh god, he sucks hard on my outer lips as his tongue plays inside me, teasing me, toying with me until I’m frantic for more. I’m close to the edge, waves of pleasure building, then he’s gone. And I scream in frustration at the loss of him.
His chuckle sends air over my heated skin. I hate him. Then his tongue is tracing over the heated skin of my mound before sucking lightly. I had no idea I’m sensitive here, yet Dante’s mouth is teaching me differently. As the tension begins to build, his tongue moves again. This time he goes straight to my swollen, sensitive clit. Light, teasing strokes around and around send my hips off the bed, while his hands are tight on my hips, holding me in place. When he sucks on my inner lips harder and harder, I want to scream; the pleasure and pain is building until I’m on a knife’s edge. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he releases me and I’m dying, I swear he’s killing me. I barely have time to draw breath before his tongue is back on my clit, and this time there’s no teasing. Firm strokes drive me closer and closer to the edge, yes, please, more until his lips lock around me and suck deep, sending me crashing down into waves of warm golden pleasure.
Shudders are still running through me as I surface in Dante’s arms, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing over my shoulder. I’m surprised to realize he’s completely dressed. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
He presses his lips against my forehead. “The better to maintain control.”
“I want to see you, all of you.” I run my hand over his chest.
“You will, have no doubt,” he murmurs into my mouth as he kisses me. Oh, I can taste myself on his tongue. Silly girl, stop blushing. All thought disappears as his nimble fingers undo my bra and those big, warm hands of his cup me before squeezing lightly. I blink and the bra and the babydoll are gone. Okay, how does he do that? Now his hands are back on my breasts and I don’t care about anything except his mouth on me. No light teasing now; he sucks deep on a painfully tight nipple. Until Dante’s mouth I would have sworn on everything I owned my breasts weren’t sensitive, weren’t an erogenous zone. Now if he stops, I’m positive I will die from loss of sensation. Yes, please, ow, sonofabitch... yes, just like that. Another stinging bite followed by deep, rhythmic sucking sends me cresting toward another climax. Close, so close, outrage screams through my whole body when he allows my breast to fall from his mouth. I open my mouth to tell him I hate him only for him to steal my breath as he begins all over again on my other breast.
Holy Fuck. Dante owns me, knows my body better than I do. His fingers roam over me as his mouth drives me out of my mind. Firm touches in tandem with torturous tugging of his teeth can’t be this pleasurable. It goes against everything I ever thought I would want. Only I’m begging for more, for him not to stop, incandescent with need, my body shaking at what he’s doing to me. More, please, so close, so close and suddenly I’m there, spinning into a climax so intense it verges on painful.
Then everything stops, and he’s gone. My eyes snap open to find him stripping fast. Wow, just... wow. My mouth is watering, then I watch him roll on a condom and my mouth goes dry. He’ll fit, I’m made for him, he promised. He’s back now, pressing kisses along my body as he crawls over me. Slight brushes of skin tease my senses, until the scorching hot heat of his cock is pressing against the throbbing heart of me. My brain fizzles and short-circuits at the feel of him. To
o big, holy crap he is too big. Then I’m not allowed to think, as Dante’s mouth captures mine. I melt into him, giving up all he demands, not wanting to hold anything back. Vaguely I’m aware of his knee drawing my legs wider apart, except I’m still lost in his savage, hungry kiss. Hot, so hot. He nudges against my lower lips. I’m so wet he slides along me, up, then down before pushing inside me.
I gasp and my lungs are frozen as my whole being is centered on the sensations flooding me. Too big, he’s too big, the thought explodes. I open my mouth to protest only to moan at the sensations radiating from my core. Slowly, so damn slowly, Dante presses into me. Tissues soft, swollen, tender give way then welcome him, clinging to him. Deeper and deeper he pushes, and I’m wondering how much more until with a groan he’s buried deep inside me, into the very heart of me. We’re skin to skin, his head resting against mine, and our eyes lock together, seeing everything. Things we were never aware of, how we were missing something, a piece of my heart, my soul. We find them again and now we’re whole in this moment as our breaths stir, our souls meet, mingle and welcome what was lost. I press my hand to his face, terrified this is a dream, something I’ll forget the moment I wake up. His hand holds mine tight.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips.
“Yours,” I gasp back.
“Yours.” I taste the words as he kisses me.
“Mine,” I mouth as he steals my air.
Deep inside the heart of me I clutch him tight, and we both moan at the sensation. The heat that scared me feels so right. With every heartbeat pulsing deep inside me, every vein and ridge is seared into me, marking me as his. Greedy for more, for all of him, my body once again clutches him tight, desperate for all he has to give me.
A growl comes from Dante’s chest, vibrating through me. It’s a warning of only seconds before he moves. Frantically I clench tight, desperate to keep him inside me. Another growl and Dante surges back inside me. Fuck, yes. Only he’s pulling out again and I’m sobbing at the loss of him. A powerful thrust into me hits that perfect spot and sends my head back and my bones melting away. Dante sets a relentless pace, each thrust into me harder, deeper, answering my every plea. Close, so close, I exhale and explode through a wave of pleasure that pulls me under, taking me out to an ocean of bliss. From far away I hear Dante groan my name; deep inside me I feel him expand even more with the pounding of his heart as he moans into my neck. Darkness is clawing at me. I fight it, not wanting the moment to end to sear this memory into my brain for the future. For forever.
***
Dante
I feel Bethany slip into sleep. Slowly, careful not to wake her, I pull up to look down at her. Fuck, she is absolutely stunning. She leaves me breathless. Nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to what just happened. Not the first million, or even the first billion. For the first time I understand the difference between making love and having sex. Every kiss is sweeter, every touch more thrilling, and it rocked me to the core. That moment our eyes met, even now goose bumps appear remembering it. She felt it—it was as clear as if she spoke the words. And she did, she spoke the only ones that matter. Bethany belongs to me down to the marrow of her bones. Every breath she takes is mine, and I’m hers exactly the same.
If the same thing happened two years ago, I would have run hard and fast, afraid of what it all meant. At that time I had no point of reference for this feeling. Now, after watching Che and Alicia fumble their way through their relationship, there isn’t any fear, just a deep feeling of gratitude not only for finding Bethany, but that our journey wasn’t as hard as it was for Che and Alicia. Bethany sighs in her sleep, her brow wrinkling. Then again, I don’t doubt our road won’t be completely smooth. I’m also certain we both know exactly what we want, and we’re willing to do whatever it takes to get it.
As I move I feel it, damn it, the condom. Rolling away, I get rid of the condom and go into the bathroom to clean up. I’m not tired in the least, too keyed up yet I’m drawn back to bed, to Bethany. It takes a few minutes to work the covers out from under her, then pull her into my arms. When I think I’ve accomplished it all without waking her, those beautiful hazel eyes blink wide and look up at me.
“I’m sorry, I was trying not to wake you.” I run my finger over her cheek.
She smiles wide, her happiness radiating from every inch of her. “I’m glad you woke me. I don’t want to miss a thing.” Her hand brushes over my chest. “Thank you for everything. For keeping your promise, for making me wait, for waiting for me to catch up, for making it so spectacular I’m pretty sure I heard angels weeping.”
“Angels weeping?” I squeeze her tight. This woman, oh yeah, there’s going be some bumps in the road, but it will be interesting.
“Oh yeah, or maybe it was just me, could have been just me.” She turns into me, a silky smooth leg sliding over me.
“I think it was just you. And the pleasure was all mine. Although I am ready to collect on the rewards I’ve earned.” Her eyes go wide as she smiles.
“Well, it is only right.” Her hand roams down my chest to grasp my thickening cock at the base. Fuck. She squeezes me just right. “You should know now, as a medical professional, besides learning about the symptoms of all kinds of diseases and ailments I also have an encyclopedic knowledge of the human body.” One long stroke up captures my leaking precome and she uses it as she slowly moves down, giving me another squeeze before going back to the tip. Her thumb firmly rubs under the head of my cock then all the way around. God damn, two minutes and she has me fighting to come. No, patience, slow. My hand goes into her hair, holding her tight. “Slow, Bethany.”
The little witch giggles “Yes, Dante, whatever you say, Dante,” she whispers as I guide her to my cock. Her tongue slides over the head of my cock, and her hum of pleasure has my balls pulling tight. I’m fighting for air as she sucks me into her mouth. A few inches are all she can take, and it’s all I need for her to have me gasping for air. Christ she’s good at this. The thought is barely out before she gets carried away and her teeth graze me. Damn. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs up at me, her eyes wide in fear.
It takes another deep breath before I can speak. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it happens. Slow, that’s all.”
A happy nod and she turns her attention back to my cock, only now she’s running her tongue down to the base of me, and fuck me for saying slow. I can’t urge her to move faster, though, when she actually seems to be enjoying it. Her little whimpers run up my cock with her every breath. I’m working to fight my desire to draw her back to the head of my cock when she keeps moving past the base of me to my balls. Oh shit, she’s careful, she’s tender, and I’m fighting not to come as her tongue learns me. Then goddamn, she sucks me into her hot, wet mouth, then blows my mind when she hums with pleasure. Ah fuck, I fight desperately for control. Another gentle sucking, more teasing of her tongue, and I can’t. With a curse, I warn her I’m coming. I try to move her away from me, but she clings tight and I’m back in her mouth. She moans and I see stars.
Holy fuck. I open my eyes to find Bethany looking down at me, her smile smug. “You liked it?”
My hand goes around the back of her neck and I yank her down to me. I roll her under me, careful not to let all my weight settle on her. She opens her legs and I fit perfectly snug against her pussy. “I liked it a lot. I foresee my cock in your mouth often in the future.”
“Yay! I loved it, all of it, even the end which was the part I worried about the most. All of you is absolutely delectable, Dante Sabatini. Why am I not surprised?”
I swear, no other person has made me laugh so often and as freely as her. “You really shouldn’t have been.”
“I know, right? Although all this talk of tasty has me wanting to try room service. Are they open?” We both look to the bedside table, local time is almost three in the morning.
Huh, I’m hungry myself. “I’m hungry too. You worked up an entirely different appetite.”
Since this place is a fi
ve-star hotel with demanding guests room service is available twenty-four hours. We order a few different things. With a half hour to kill, I tug her into the shower with me. It was supposed to be a quick wash, but damn, she’s a quick learner, and in minutes she has me hard. “Condom,” I mutter as she pulls me to her by my cock.
“Pill, remember.” She moans.
Thank fuck. I lift her in my arms; she’s guiding my cock inside her and we both moan at the sensation. Fuck. I haven’t been inside a woman without a condom in over fifteen years. No more condoms, ever. Her pussy is wet silk, clutching me tight. Her arms around my neck bring me down to her. I fight to slow down, wanting to make this last for her. Only Bethany isn’t helping. Her pussy clenches around my cock in a rhythm that matches my pounding heartbeat. No, damn it. My hands go down on her hips, holding her in place as I pull out. An angry moan comes out of her, but I’m not listening. I spin her around, pushing her against the wet tile. I press a hand to the base of her spine and bend her over. Perfect. With a hard push I’m buried deep inside her.
Grip tight on her hips, I hold her in place as I fuck her hard, relentlessly, owning all of her. Her cries fill the room, music to my ears. I feel her legs buckle; now she’s ready. Lifting her slightly, my cock finds her sweet spot, making her scream. Right there, her pussy convulses around my cock. That’s it, sugar, come on my cock like a good girl. Another stroke deep inside and she’s screaming her orgasm. Fuck yes. I allow myself to come and fight to stay standing as her pussy milks my cock with her aftershocks. No more condoms, ever.
It takes a while for both of us to be able to move. I rinse us off then wrap her in a towel and carry her to bed. She keeps her arms around me. “Dante, are you mad at me?”
“No, sweetheart, but I run this, us. You come when I say, you come on my cock and my tongue.”
“I’m sorry, you just felt so good inside me. I got a little carried away.”
“You’ll learn—I’ll teach you.”