One More Time: More Series Book 1

by S. Van Horne

  He hooks his finger under my chin and turns my face to him. Leaning in close to my lips, he whispers against them, “I love them. Next time you order, I’ll be helping you pick some stuff out, yeah?”

  Nodding my head, I start to lean in. He eases back and looks into my eyes.

  “I have something to tell you. First, I want to say this so you know it before anything else. I’ve never said them to anyone outside of my family and closest friends,” he tells me as he tries to get his thoughts together. He looks nervous.

  “Look into my eyes, Len. Are you ready?”

  Nodding my head, I can see love shining brightly in his eyes. It makes my breath catch. If he says he loves me I know I’ll lose all sense of thoughts and have tears pouring down. I won’t be able to stop myself since those words are what I have desired to hear from him since I was sixteen.

  “Len, I love you with everything in me. I love you more than anyone I have ever loved. I’ll love you until my last dying breath. I love you one more time then whatever you think you can feel for me. So know that I love you, one more time. That’s our saying. Do you understand, mio tutto?”

  My tears fall as I look at the man I love more than anything.

  Anytime we would call each other names we would say, one more time, meaning that, no matter what that person said, if they said they were awesome we would say that as saying we were one more time better than them, or they were worse than what they said to us. I’m shocked that he used those words as a way to express the love he feels for me.

  “I see you remember and understand. Now, look into my heart. What do you see?” he whispers and wipes my tears away.

  I glance at his tattoo and see it really is my eye color. I also see that in the tribal design are the words, TI’mo, Len. Un’altra volta.

  I know TI’mo, Len means I love you, Len in Italian.

  “TI’mo, Len. Un’altra volta. It means, I love you, Len, one more time. I got that done about four years ago. I don’t understand how your brother or mine never figured it out, but they didn’t. If they did, they never said anything. I figured if I never got to see you again, I knew you would see this. That my family would tell you what it means, and you would know I loved you,” he tells me, looking earnestly into my eyes.

  I have a small tattoo that’s on my hip bone, too. I haven’t told anyone I got it. It’s a small flower with swirls that spell his name. I got it a week after he left for training.

  I start sobbing. I know we could’ve lost both Neil and him during this last mission. He gently picks me up, starts rubbing my back, murmuring in my ear, and calms me down by rocking me.

  “Mio tutto, I’m here. I won’t be anywhere else. As a matter of fact, I think this is the perfect house. I know we talked before about houses and we had the same idea. It’ll be perfect for our children,” he tells me, smiling down into my eyes.

  “However, the twins are losing their rooms. I’m sure they won’t be happy about it. Are you okay now, Len?” He pulls me back to look at me.

  I nod and lay my head on his shoulder trying to take in everything he has said.

  “Yeah, I just got upset at what happened with Neil, the guys, and you. Anyway, I’ve dreamt about this for years. It’s a little overwhelming,” I confess.

  He smiles at me and places his forehead against mine.

  “Kiss me, Dante. Make love to me, claim me, and make me yours,” I whisper.

  I plunge my hands into his hair.

  His lips claim mine fiercely. He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth, making me moan. Growling, he licks, seeking entrance. I open and his tongue plunges into my mouth. Holy shit, this is the best kiss I’ve ever had, and his taste is something I’m officially addicted to. I’m starting to get lightheaded, and I’m not sure if it’s from the kiss or because I need air. All I know is if I’m like this after a kiss, I know I’m not going to live through us finally having sex.

  Eight

  DANTE

  I knew it would only take one taste of her to become addicted. That’s why I waited until now to take the kiss I’ve dreamed of for years. God, just from her kiss, I’m so hard and leaking. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.

  “I need to taste you. I need to have my mouth devouring your pussy. I need to taste the sweetness that I’m going to be enjoying every damn day for the rest of my life.”

  I’m not sure what I’m saying to her.

  I take off her bra, I lay her down, and my mouth finds the most perfect nipple on the most perfect breast I’ve ever laid eyes on. Refusing to let them go, even for a second, I slowly start taking off the rest of my clothes.

  I reach down and grab her panties and shred them. I trace her hip bone slowly moving my hand between her legs and stop the moment I feel bare skin. I finally release her nipple which causes her to moan at the loss and look down at where my hand is resting between her legs.

  “You’re bare.”

  Her cheeks start turning red, and I assume she’s embarrassed.

  “I wax. I don’t like having hair down there. Sorry,” she says shyly, and I laugh.

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s fucking sexy, and I can’t wait to kiss those lips,” I say, staring into her eyes.

  Shit, this is going to go fast. I haven’t felt like I was going to come so quickly since I was a teenager.

  She wraps her hands around my neck to pull me down for a kiss. “Then kiss me.”

  “Mio tutto, I’ll always want to kiss these lips, but the lips I want my mouth on aren’t on your beautiful face.” I look up at her and smirk at her blush.

  I give her a peck on the lips and start kissing my way down her neck to her breast. I take my time giving both breasts equal amounts of attention. She’s making sexy as fuck sounds, and I know it’s time to get my dessert. Slowly making my way down her stomach, I kiss and lick her smooth, soft skin. I get to a tattoo and look closely. I see a white rose and swirls. I trace the swirls, and it takes a second for me to realize it’s my name. I hold my breath and look up into her eyes.

  “Len?”

  “I got it the week after you left for training. I knew I loved you then, and I wanted your name on me. Nobody’s seen it, but the tattooist, my girls, my doctor, and a few…um…yeah.”

  “Mio tutto, you have no clue how happy that makes me. Seeing my name on your body, damn, that’s fucking hot and sexy as hell,” I kiss and lick where the tattoo is.

  I love the tattoo. It’s like having my mark on her permanently, and I wish it was in a spot that people could see. However, my ring on her finger will work just as well.

  Laying down between her legs, I spread her and put her legs on my shoulders. I pull apart her lips and slowly lick her from entrance to clit while looking at her face. Her head rolls back, and she moans.

  Her spicy-sweet flavor bursts across my tongue. Holy shit, she’s now my favorite meal.

  “Len, you taste fucking amazing. I knew I would be addicted to you but I didn’t know just how addicting it was going to be. I’m never going to get enough,” I moan as I head back for more.

  I devour her. I need her wet enough to take me, but I’m tempted to never leave this area. I need to get her as close to coming as possible. I slowly slip in a finger and break through her virginity. I still for a moment giving her a second to adjust and search for that spot I know is going to set her off. Finding it, I start moving my fingers back and forth.

  “Oh God, Dante. So good.” Her moans are hot and getting me harder.

  I slide in another finger and start preparing her for my cock by scissoring my fingers back and forth.

  “You’re tight. You need to come on my tongue. I need to feel you squeezing my fingers tight like you’re going to do with my cock. Give it to me, Len,” I growl against her clit.

  She’s moaning and twisting on the bed. I gently ease in a third finger as I flatten my tongue and press on her clit. She detonates, and I eagerly drink up her juices like they’r
e my last meal. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her while my eyes pursue my way up her body. When I get to her face, it’s flushed from her climax, but she’s getting close again. I can see it in her eyes and in the way she’s tighten up.

  “I need you to let me know when you’re almost there,” I tell her then I sweep my tongue around her clit.

  “Dante, I’m almost there. Don’t stop,” she tells me and grabs my biceps.

  “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.”

  I start to rub her clit with my thumb.

  “Oh God, yes! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she sobs out.

  I remove my fingers, keeping my thumb on her clit. Using my other hand, I line myself up and slam into her knowing this will be the easiest way. Fuck, she’s so fucking tight. I keep my eyes on her face to see how her pain is. She tenses up and winces for a brief moment, and a tear slowly makes its way down her face which makes me bend down to kiss it away.

  “Dante, amore, you have to move. I feel so damn full,” she moans then she’s wiggling under me.

  “Are you sure you are okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Dante, I swear to God, if you don’t move, I’ll hit you. It was a slight pinch, and now I’m fine,” she’s looking into my eyes, and I see there is no sign of pain clouding them.

  “Okay, you tell me if it hurts.”

  I put my weight on my elbows, move my hands to frame her face. I gaze into her eyes as I start to slide out.

  I knew it would be like this, heaven. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to last much longer. Feeling such heat and wet velvet walls, it feels so good. Knowing that it’s Len, only makes it even better.

  “Fuck mio tutto, you feel so good. I’m trying hard to hold back.”

  “Dante, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t hold back. Make me come.”

  She lifts her head and bites my shoulder while she digs her nails in my back.

  That does it. Hearing her say that and feeling the sting of pain from her teeth and nails, I know I can’t hold back.

  “Hold on, Len.”

  I pull out and slam into her. She throws her head back and screams as I start to pound into her. The look of ecstasy on her face makes me fall deeper in love with her. I can feel her starting to tighten around my cock.

  “I want you to come on my cock. I need to feel it,” I tell her as I pull her hair and look deep in her eyes.

  “Oh God, that’s it… don’t stop…. I’m going to come. Yes, I want…. Oh, God… Don’t stop… I’m going… to… oh, shit…. Dante!” she yells.

  Her back arches, and I can feel her soaking my cock. She’s so damn tight that it’s hard to move in her as she’s squeezing me trying to milk every last drop out of me.

  Seeing her face and hearing her moans has me pushing deeper into her and nudging her cervix. My balls tighten, lightning shooting down my spine. I realize that I don’t have a condom on, and the thought that I can get her pregnant at this exact moment has me coming even more out into her.

  I drop down on top of her and nuzzle her neck. She twines her arms around me and keeps her legs wrapped around my waist. We lay there, trying to regain our breath. I slowly raise up and look at her face. She’s flushed and has that just-fucked look. Damn, I want her again, but I know she can’t take it. I think about going to start a bath for her so she won’t be too sore.

  I spot tears sliding down her face, and my first thought is that I took her too hard.

  “Are you okay, Len? I didn’t hurt or scare you, did I?” I ask her.

  “I’m so happy, and I love you so much. I’m sore, yeah, but I’m so glad it was you. And, no you didn’t hurt or scare me,” she says, smiling at me.

  I lean down and kiss her gently.

  “I need to get a bath started for you. I’m going to pull out. It’s going to hurt. So, I just wanted to warn you. I’m sorry, mio tutto.”

  I slowly pull out and we both wince, me at the loss and her at the tenderness. I look down and see blood on my cock. It makes me want to hit my chest like a caveman knowing that I’m the only man to ever have her. I go into the bathroom and start the bath. Getting two washcloths, I clean myself, then go into her room and clean her up too. I toss the washcloths in the hamper. I go and pick her up, carry her into the bathroom and then sit her down on the edge of the tub. I hop into the bath and sit her between my legs. I grab the sponge and slowly start washing her as she leans on my chest.

  “I love you, Len. Thank you for allowing me to be your first. I can’t wait to spend forever with you, baby. One more time,” I whisper into her ear while I wash her stomach and the thought of her possibly being pregnant comes to mind.

  “I love you, too, Dante. One more time,” she says as she puts her hand on mine.

  LEN

  I gradually wake up and feel as if I’m tied down to the bed. I’m trying to figure out why I can’t move. The night slowly comes back to me. Opening my eyes, I feel a huge arm wrapped around my waist. I turn my head and see two big brown eyes staring at me.

  “Morning, mio tutto. How are you feeling?”

  “Morning. I’m good. I need to use the restroom,” I tell him.

  I start to pull away so I can go and brush my teeth because I know he’s going to want a kiss.

  “No, you can’t get up until you tell me good morning properly,” he tells me while he holds me to the bed and climbs over me.

  He gazes down at me and starts to move his mouth to mine. I turn my head.

  “I need to brush my teeth first, Dante. I have morning breath.”

  “Len, I don’t give a fuck. Kiss me.”

  He grabs my head and turns me to face him. He claims my mouth and kisses me breathless.

  He starts to nibble my lower lip and pulls away slightly. I open my eyes and look at him and see the happiness shining brightly back at me. I’m speechless that I can put that look on him.

  “That’s how I expect you to tell me good morning every day for the rest of my life.”

  He bends down slowly and starts kissing me again. I can feel his hardness rub against me as he claims my mouth in a way I know nobody else will ever do.

  “Amore, we don’t have time. I need to shower and get ready to go see our moms. You know this,” I tell him after I turn my head to break the kiss. I look at the clock and see we only have an hour before we have to leave.

  “Ugh, fine. Go take your shower. I’ll start the coffee and breakfast. If I join you in the shower, we won’t leave the house,” he jokingly says then gives me a hard peck and climbs out of bed.

  Holy crap, my man is hot! I watch him walk over to the dresser and dig through his bag. I start to feel tingly between my legs. I want him again. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of him. His back is to me as he pulls on his jeans that hug his ass just right. I watch as he slowly gets dressed.

  “Len, you better get that sexy as sin body in the shower before I end up calling our moms and telling them that we won’t make it because I have other plans with my woman,” he tells me with his back still turned.

  “Shit!” I jump up and run into the bathroom. I lock the door as I hear him laugh at me. Damn him and his sexiness.

  As I wash for the day, I start to think of what I need to get done. Then it hits me, we’re going to Mom’s house, together, after we just became a couple. I’ve just had sex for the first time. How’s this going to play out? Is he going to tell them? Does he want to keep it a secret? I know he told Neil, but what about the parents and the twins?

  I slide down the side of the shower and try to breathe deeply. I don’t know how to ask him these things. Yeah, I’ve been in a couple relationships, but this is different because of our families being so intertwined together. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see how he acts and go from there.

  I finish my shower, get dressed, and head downstairs. I smell the scent of bacon, coffee, and pancakes. I stop in the doorway of the kitchen to a si
ght that I can’t wait to see more often. I don’t know what it is, but watching a man cook is a major turn on for me. Seeing Dante in my kitchen and seeing him cook like he belongs there does something to me. Is this normal?

  “Come here, mio tutto. I feel you staring at me,” he says without turning around.

  I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his middle and put my forehead between his shoulders. I love that he’s still taller than me when I’m wearing heels.

  He grabs my hands and squeeze before returning to cooking. “Hungry? I’ve made breakfast. Why don’t you set the table and I’ll bring it to you?”

  “Um… I’m not really a breakfast eater. I should have told you. Normally, I just have coffee,” I tell him then I walk to get dishes to set a place for him at the table.

  He stops me and gives me a hard kiss on the lips.

  “Not anymore, Len. Breakfast every day. I need you healthy. We need to discuss the fact that we didn’t use a condom last night,” he says with a grin growing on his face.

  Knowing he wants to take care of me has me melting. This guy’s going to be the death of me. The only problem is I can’t eat if I’m not hungry. We’ll have to come to some compromise. I can’t do breakfast in the mornings.

  “How about I eat a small bit of eggs and two pieces of bacon? Oh, and a cup of coffee. I honestly can’t eat a big breakfast this early, Dante.”

  I can see he’s getting ready to argue with me.

  “Dante, I mean it and will not move on this. I will not change who I am. I agree I should eat breakfast, but this big of one isn’t good for me. I’ll eat a little bit, but that’s it. If you don’t agree then I won’t eat anything. Deal?” I tell him, looking him straight in the eyes.

  He looks at me, then sighs. He kisses me, nods, and walks away. I smile, touchdown! I won this battle!

  “Now, let’s discuss this no use of condoms. Was this on purpose?” I question, I sit down with my coffee.

  He makes both of us a plate and then takes a seat next to me. I can see him picking his words carefully, and I’m struck with a deep fear of what he might say next.