“I can’t wait to see what’s next,” she said in a dry voice.
He reached over to a little rack, pulled down a washcloth, and handed it to her. “Wash me,” he said.
She took a deep breath, watching his shoulders moving up and down with his breaths, admiring the sprinkling of droplets on his broad chest. Then she glanced at the ledge and saw a bar of soap. Lathering the washcloth with spicy-smelling soap, she said, “My pleasure, sir.”
Chapter 9
Dante was in heaven. Her touch was bliss. He didn’t need to make love to her yet to enjoy her completely. He had waited so long for his…Desiree. He didn’t smile, although his lips wanted to twitch upward. When she placed the soapy, warm washcloth against his neck and started circling his overly sensitive flesh, his cock almost did a flip, and he gasped. She tenderly gentled her way up, stroking him first behind one ear and then the other. “I’ll save your face for last, sir, when I get a soap-free cloth. Is that all right?”
“Hmmmmmm.” Sure. Yes. Anything was all right. It’s hard for me to stay in charge. He shut his eyes and felt himself swaying into her until their chests collided and his nipples pressed into her skin, shooting blazes to his loins. Her light touch was erotic. Next she lathered his chest with her hand, pinching his nipples. How the fuck had she figured out how much he loved nipple play? He could barely stand up. The washcloth traveled farther south, but she ditched it when she reached his navel, using her soapy finger to circle around in there. He heard himself moaning as his knees weakened. Soon he’d be putty in her hands, an embarrassment. But he couldn’t let her know it. When she lathered his groin area with soap and cloth, he caught himself with his hand against the marble wall.
“Are you all right?” she asked, stopping, her voice concerned.
He had to laugh. “Continue and don’t worry.”
When she rubbed his cock back and forth, he felt his cum leaking out of his dick’s head.
Finally, she got down on her knees and lathered one leg with the soapy, spicy cloth, up and down, up and down. She then did the other. His eyes were opened now, but with the water hitting his contacts, he only saw a blur. He desperately wanted to take her, but not here, not this way.
He may have unloaded if she hadn’t tossed the cloth to the ground, stood up, and grabbed a fresh cloth. “Now for your face,” she said, smiling at him with a sweetness he could feel as well as see. As she scrubbed his face around his mask, she said, “It’s never good to put soap on your face.”
He had cooled off slightly, enough to grab the cloth from her and toss it down, on top of the other one. “Enough of that,” he said, and he slid his hand up her wet back, urging her into him. “You always smell so good,” he mumbled, getting caught up in her feminine powers. “Kind of exotic.” He pressed his face to the top of her mask. In the worst way, he wanted to pull it off and feel her hair against his skin. This was so unfair…
He moved his lips down to her neck and sucked up some of her skin, holding her flush against him, and she shuddered in return. Liking her response, he moved his lips up to her mouth and took her with a fierce possession that he felt to his soul. She kissed him back with the same passion. If only…
His hand slid between her silken thighs then felt for her asshole. While her eyes grew round, he stuck two fingers inside of her, and she mewled as her knees buckled. Catching her was fun. He slid her up his body, and her legs grabbed on to his wet torso. Their lips and tongues did not break contact. He made sure to vary the pressure of his mouth, the speed of his tongue, and she followed him, driving him insane.
It was time. He turned off both faucets by feeling around because he refused to break the kiss. When they stood in a puddle, the last of the water sliding down their bodies, he pulled back slightly. “Cold?” he asked, feeling her sweet breath over his lips.
“Hot,” she whispered.
That was all the encouragement he needed. It was going to happen after all these years…and it was his idea, not hers. That turned him on, too. Never had he dreamed that she had liked the things that he enjoyed in the bedroom. Not wasting any time, he carried her out of the bathroom, ignoring the chill that hit him when he entered the main room. “Cold?” he asked her again as he set her on the mattress, giving her body one last, long stare, his mouth watering. He was surprised he wasn’t drooling.
She reached up and took his hand. “Freezing,” she said, this time in a teasing voice. “I think I’d like you for my blanket. Would you do that for me, sir?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He found her spunk the sexiest part about her. Falling on top of her, he used his hands to push himself off of her just enough not to crush her. “This better?” he asked.
“Much.”
He let out a breath and pressed his forehead against her mask where her forehead would be, frustrated again by the intrusion between them. He slid his hand under her mask and cupped her face, loving the soft feel of her curved chin. She let out a moan of pleasure, and his filled cock felt ready to explode. “I was going to go away,” he said, and was shocked that he’d told her that. Must be his dick talking…
“Now?” She sounded breathless, confused, as she pumped her pussy against his hard cock.
“Nothing,” he muttered. He was losing his mind now. Don’t make it personal yet. He ran his hand up to the back of her head as he slid his knee in between her thighs. His lips were right over hers again, and he watched their sexy heart-shaped beauty. Before he knew what was happening, he was kissing her again, and their arms were wrapped around one another, her legs grabbing on to his lower half, hips pumping into his cock. She wanted him, and he’d never wanted anything the way he wanted her right now... “Tell me what you’d like me to do with you, darling.”
“Everything. Anything.”
He tried to think.
“Oh! We need a condom,” she said, freezing under him, cooling him off.
But they didn’t. “No, baby,” he said, afraid he’d come too soon. “I have proof I’m clean. I test every month.” Shit, was he going to have to get off the bed and pull the doctor’s clearance out of his jeans pocket. Yes, because he owed her the proof.
Breathing like a panting dog, he managed to slide off the bed and grab his jeans, cussing himself for not having thought of this earlier. Finally, he shoved the doctor’s note in front of her face, standing to watch her reaction, his cock a steel rod that could barely be contained.
“Good,” she said, softly. “I…I’m clean, too. I never did this before.” Her eyes rounded as she said this, as if she had told him some great secret. “What I mean is…I never…without the guy using a condom.”
He nodded, trying not to chuckle, as he settled on top of her again, hot sensations turning his mind and body to mush, shaking him all over himself and out. “Great,” he said. He would save the rough stuff for later. Now he was all about penetrating her pussy, its sexy scent calling out to him. She wrapped an arm around his neck, as he slowly entered her, both of them breathing erratically. She shifted her hips to meet his as a wail escaped her lips. That sound alone almost caused him to lose it.
Chapter 10
Serena’s entire body was on fire, her pussy oozing her sexy nectar. His cock’s invasion filled her and added to the tension in her belly as she whimpered and grabbed him tight. As his cock rode up her entranceway, he filled her, her own flesh grabbing on to his dick like a million tiny fists. Shooting stars blazed before her eyes, and she couldn’t swallow. Their hips moved in rhythm, faster and faster, as he climbed higher and higher. His name sprang from her lips as she shifted her hips to meet his, rotating hers in rhythm with him…a beautiful dance. The tension was building up from her scalp, to her lips, to her breasts, to all of her extremities, and finally in her belly and cunt. As he squeezed her so hard that she couldn’t breathe, he let out a primal grunt, shuddering, and shot his sweet tribute clear to her womb.
She noticed him, but didn’t notice him. She was on her own high, shaking uncontrollably as the
tension exploded and an earthquake overtook her, one that filled her with all sorts of sensations…boundlessness, ice, heat, dizziness, Utopia… “Omigod!” she cried out, and he silenced her with a kiss.
He wasn’t done with her yet and obviously wasn’t ready to let her rest. “Please take your hands off my ass,” she moaned. “I can’t…if I come anymore I’ll die.”
He chuckled. “It’s not fatal.” Holding her even tighter, so that she was unable to get away from him even if she had wanted to, he strummed his hot fingers over her asshole, and tears fell from her eyes, her teeth clenching. Then, when her body started shaking again, he slid two fingers up her back end, and the pleasure-pain rocked her clear to her clit. Again, she seemed boneless, mindless, and she heard herself whimpering. As she lay on her back on the bed, still hot and tingling with feelings she hadn’t known existed, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and she missed him. She missed his touch.
“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she whispered to herself.
He was coming out of the bathroom now, stark naked, his tanned body shining with sweat. “You say something, sweetheart?” he asked, his Southern drawl pronounced as he came to her with a gunslinger’s confident gait.
All she could do was sob. When he slid back onto the bed, taking her into his arms, she cried for a long time. After he’d stroked her hair and kissed her neck, he finally pulled back and asked, “First time?”
She froze, feeling all of her secrets exposed. “No.” The lie came off her tongue easily at first, but she hated liars and was terrible at it. “It was the first time the guy hadn’t used a condom…well, okay. Yes, it was the first time.” Her cheeks flamed under her mask. Thank god he couldn’t see her.
He broke into a grin. “That so?”
His smile was so endearing that she laughed and reached up to stroke his hard cheek. “Well, first orgasm with a real man.”
“You into women?”
She laughed. “Stop making fun of me.”
“Sorry, sugar. It’s my first time doing a virgin. You’ve got a lot of potential…there is so much to explore.”
She felt a shudder from his stare. “You’re not mad at me?”
“Mad?”
“For not telling you.”
“Babe, we don’t have to disclose anything here. It’s all fun and games, hello and good-bye. That’s why you came here, right?”
She hadn’t. This had been Cara’s idea, and she was feeling too much for this masked stranger. He didn’t even feel like a stranger. “Coming here was a birthday present. Did you know it was my birthday because my friends were singing to me outside the bar?”
He paused. “Yeah,” he finally answered, but she wondered.
“I couldn’t possibly know you, could I?” She thought hard. She didn’t know any young Caucasian men with brown eyes.
“I like the idea that you think you could know me.” His half-assed answer.
He was playing games with her head. Her feelings for him meant he was winning this game. And he knew it and liked it. “Tell me your real name.” She needed a victory of some sort before they parted because she sensed he was going to leave her soon.
“Does it matter?”
“I’d like to know your real name.” She laughed. “When I’m having a wild orgasm, and I’m screaming your name, I’d prefer a real one to Big D.”
He shrugged. “First name only. No harm. I’m Dante.”
His name embedded itself in her heart, damn him. “I like that name.”
He stroked her hair. “Your turn.”
“No.” She laughed again, enjoying his slanting eyes.
“You tricked me.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“One point for you,” Dante said, but he looked more amused than angry. “That so, Serena?”
Her jaw dropped. “How did you…oh, God, I hadn’t even thought of it before, but the paddle was addressed to my name at work.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
She wanted to slap him. “I didn’t even give it a thought I’d be so busy trying to hide the damn paddle that the fact that you’d gotten my name..” Who had told him who she was? Her friends all swore innocence, which, of course, meant nothing. Or did she really know him? No, that was nuts. “What else did your source tell you about me?” she asked, sarcastic now. Yet the afterglow of her orgasms softened her anger.
“I have many sources. I work for the government.” He stopped himself.
“Do you!” She’d gotten something out of him and felt a little bit better. “Would they like it that you come here?” she asked.
“A lot of people in the government are into this.” He laughed. “You’d be amazed. Well, little lady, seems you got me once after all.”
She laughed again. He had a way of making her just feel really good, damn him.
He stared at her for a moment then grabbed her while she tried to wiggle out of his arms, but not too hard. Before she knew it, she was over his knees. As she lay there, her body on fire again, he reached under the bed and pulled something out. She stared at his hand, gripping a sexy, hot-looking whip.
“Oh!” she squealed. “Yes, yes! Do it!”
A moment later she was standing on the ground, Dante before her, her head swimming. She watched as he swiped his cowboy hat off the bed and put it on, the whip still in his hand, and her pussy flamed. And she fumed because he knew. He stashed the whip under the bed and came up grinning.
“Tomorrow night, same time,” he said, and before she could resist, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his hot lips against hers, his tongue sweeping through her mouth with its usual magic. Just as she was swaying, her knees shaking, he let go of her, winked, and was gone.
Serena stared at the shut door, stunned that it had all ended so quickly. Then, anger swelled inside of her, she grabbed her purse off of the bed and threw it at the door. “Asshole!” she yelled and hoped that he’d heard her.
Chapter 11
Serena had spent a hard day at work, her mind half on her job and half on Dante. She wondered if he’d send her something sexy at work again, and she was ready and almost excited by the idea, although she knew she’d catch hell if her boss found out. Nothing had come in the mail that day. She rushed out the door at quitting time, eluding Jason, not really wanting to discuss her situation with him.
But Jason was standing at her car before she got there, waving at her, and she gave him a weak smile and waved back. When she caught up to him, she said, “You need a ride home?”
“No. Just haven’t seen you all day so wanted to make sure I at least could say hello once.” He sounded and looked a little put out, and she knew she was important to him and, like her, he didn’t have many friends. Normally they had lunch and took breaks together, but she’d ducked out of the office on breaks and stayed by herself all day. It was easier to dream about Dante that way.
“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling kindly toward him. “I just felt like being alone today.”
“And tonight?”
She regarded him oddly. Was he jealous? No, he was smiling now. “Sorry, no, I’m enjoying my time with the guy from Secrets. Maybe too much. It won’t lead to anything.”
“You never know. Who will I hang out with on Friday and Saturday night if you get married? Hell, I don’t have you to hang out with on the weekends now, do I?”
“Well, if he wants to see me on the weekends…probably not, but maybe I can fix you up.” She was starting to feel guilty. “I really don’t want you to be lonely, Jason.”
He shrugged. “Ah, don’t worry about me.”
“Well, we’ve been friends for…” She froze. Her gaze had strayed to one side, and she was staring through the passenger window of her car. “Shit,” she said, ripping open the door and pushing the seat back. Her heart raced as she wrapped her hand around a rawhide whip. Jason was looking over her shoulder. She could feel his hand on her shoulder. Strangely, his touch sent warmth and even sexual tingles down her spine
. It had to be her overtime sex with Dante making her skin sensitive.
“He was here,” Jason said. “Are you sure this paddle and whip stuff is you, Serena?”
Serena’s ass was on fire just holding the whip. She let go and backed up, forcing Jason to also back up. When they were standing outside of the car again, she saw distress in his clear blue eyes. He was so innocent, and she knew he was concerned.
“Jason, this is what I want,” she told him, softly. “It’s not for everyone, I know that. And it’s a shock to you to find out what I like sexually.” She felt her face heat and dropped her gaze. “But this man is very tuned in to my needs. He’s a cool guy, too.”
“He knows who you are, but you have no idea who he is.”
She lifted her gaze quickly, again seeing concern on his face. “I’m getting to know about him…bits and pieces…somebody must have spilled my beans.” She laughed. “I guess he hasn’t seen me with my mask off, though. He wouldn’t be back for more.”
Jason frowned at her. “Serena, obviously you don’t realize that you’re attractive.”
“I’m a nerd, and I look the part.” She saw a tic in his cheek and wondered if he was suddenly, after all these years, seeing her in a new and romantic light. She knew that it happened sometimes when the person you were friends with became romantically involved with somebody else. She found him nice looking, as well, and probably would have been jealous if he had found somebody first. But they had always agreed that a romance would destroy their friendship, and besides, Jason would never spank or whip her. And she needed that. “Jason, we’ll always be friends. Besides, Dante won’t keep me coming back forever. It’s just my first fling, and I happened to luck out that the man seems to know my deepest sexual secrets…”
“I’m happy for you. Really.” The contours of his face softened, and he smiled. “Anyhow, I do have to go shopping.” In a mocking voice, he said, “My lonely little bachelor pad needs some TV dinners for me to nuke, so I’d better get to it.” He turned and started heading away, but she ran up to him and grabbed his arm, feeling an extra dose of both guilt and affection.
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