Dante was on his knees, his eyelids looking heavy, and his tongue rimming his lips. She smiled.
“You, woman, are going down for that action.” He lifted the rest of the strawberry from her hands, tossed it away, then climbed on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows. “You have no idea how you torture me, do you?”
Yes, I do. She giggled. “Not at all. You want to show me?”
“My pleasure, babe.”
His kiss was so full of passion and glory that her senses lost their focus. She cupped his cheeks and pressed her chest upward to experience more of him. If he moved up a little, she bet she’d feel his hard cock. Wanting to taste all of him, she opened her mouth to spar with him. Their tongues twisted and loved, and his sensual exploration ignited every inch of her body.
Dante lifted his head. “Oh, babe. If I don’t have you, I’ll perish.” His brows pinched in a plea.
“Outside? What if someone comes?”
“Won’t happen. It’s a written rule. If the horses are at the beginning of the trail, it’s as good as a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign.”
Glory be. She nodded. He lifted onto his knees and guided her to the same position. As much as she wanted him to take off her clothes, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She tugged his shirt out of his pants then fumbled with the buttons. “You need to wear a shirt with snaps.”
“Got ’em. Just wasn’t thinking.”
“So you planned this?”
“Hell, yeah.” He lifted her shirt over her head. She was now clad in a purple lace bra that was so sheer her hardened nipples poked the material. He whistled. “Oh, Denver, this might be my favorite one yet. I even hate to take it off, but if I don’t, I’ll go crazy. I’ve got to taste your tits.” His words came out so fast she almost expected him to hyperventilate.
As he unhooked the back, she inhaled, sending the cups forward. When she slumped her shoulders a bit, the straps slipped and the bra dangled on her taut tips.
Dante licked his lips. “You are a dream.”
Using his thumbs, he slid the silk straps down her arms. She had to press her wrists closer together in order for the material to fall. He lifted off the bra and placed in on the blanket. “Stay just the way you are,” he said.
Instead of licking her nipples, he sat back on his haunches and dragged a thumb over the tip, circling the nipple until the end swelled with need.
She wanted to grab his hand and plaster it on her breast. “Please, Dante.”
“Are you cold, my sweet?”
Quite the contrary. His touch heated her from her breast down to her clit, causing her pussy to throb. She shifted to the side for some relief when he stayed her with a hand.
“None of that. Don’t move. When I pack you full of my cock, the relief will take you to a place you’ve never been.”
She wanted to rub her crotch something fierce. “It’s hard.”
“My cock is indeed hard.”
That’s not what she was alluding to. “I meant my pussy is aching.”
He grinned. “I’m just the man to take care of your itch.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Suck on my tit. Pu–lease.” Lisa never begged, but her frustration level was at an all-time high.
“With pleasure.”
As soon as Dante leaned over and drew the hungry nipple into his mouth, she moaned and dropped back onto her haunches. Dante pulled her legs out from under her and pressed her back to the blanket. Without missing a beat, his tongue continued to swirl around the tip, driving her crazy.
“Harder.”
He cupped the other breast and pinched the nipple hard. Her back arched and her breath caught as the quick shot of pain turned into glorious bliss. A second later, her pussy rejoiced.
Her fingers found his belt buckle, and with a quick flick, she undid the clasp, then managed to undo the top button. When he shifted his attention to the other breast and pulled the tip taut, she dropped back her head and closed her eyes.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her panties turned embarrassingly wet. She was so desperate that she abandoned his pants and unzipped her own.
He stayed her hand. “Easy, Denver. Let me have the privilege.”
“You were busy doing something else.”
He laughed. “That I was. As much as I hate to leave these beauties, I can’t deny a woman in need.”
His comment came out so slick, it seemed as if he’d delivered it many times, but right now, she couldn’t dwell on who he’d slept with. Dante Williams was with her and that was all that mattered. She pushed the image of Trevor out of her mind, and she refused to address Mitch’s presence in her head. It was just the two of them right now.
Dante slipped to the end of the blanket and released her from the heat of her shoes. She wiggled her toes to enjoy the freedom. “Much better.”
With one long tug, her jeans slid to below her knees, taking her panties with them. She was reaching for her panties to tug them back up when he shook his head.
“I’m just going to take them off, babe.”
She smiled. He had a point. Once he divested her of her clothes, she was spread naked before him.
Lisa lifted up on her elbows. “Can I help you undress?”
Dante grinned and raised his arms. “Have at me.”
She’d already undone the top two buttons of his shirt and was in too much of a hurry to bother with the rest of the buttons. Since he’d lifted his arms, she latched onto the hem and slipped his material over his head. His powerful chest once more took her breath away.
“You are amazing.” Need forced her to take a slight detour by running her hands over his powerful chest. The sprinkle of chest hair prickled her palms. “I like this.”
“I’m all yours, babe.”
If only that were true. “How about you sit and take off your boots? It’ll be faster.”
Without hesitation, he jerked them off, along with his socks. His hands shot to the waistband of his jeans. “You want me to take these off?”
“No. Let me.” She lifted onto her knees, grabbed his fly, and pulled it open. All the buttons popped open at once. “Holy shit. What happened to your underwear?”
He grinned. “I’m a natural kind of guy.”
She debated whether she needed to take them off to give him a blow job then decided he might be more comfortable naked.
Once she drew his pants below his hips, getting them over his knees proved to be tricky. “Okay. I could use some help.”
In a flash, the jeans were gone. He rolled them up and placed them behind her presumably so she could use it as a pillow.
Dante crawled toward her, looking like a lion on the prowl. She planted her hands on his chest. “It’s my turn.”
“To do what?”
“I want to suck on your cock.”
His dick flexed and bobbed. “You’re killing me. I can smell you and I want you so bad.”
She trailed a finger down his chest. “Just a few licks.”
He glanced to the sky as if he needed to locate some strength. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”
“Making love doesn’t come with a timer attached.”
“Ticktock.”
Damn man probably would stop her so she better get going. She scooted back on the blanket, bent over, and sat on her heels for support. She drew his shaft toward her, loving how the purple vein running along its length pulsed. With the softest touch, she rimmed the head of his cock.
Dante clutched a handful of hair. “Hurry.”
She wasn’t going to give him satisfaction right away. He needed to see what it was like to want something badly and not be granted his wish. Slowly, she eased her mouth over the head and ran her tongue along his slit, not expecting the tangy pre-cum that had oozed out. Another swipe brought out his groan and a tightening on her scalp.
“You’re getting close to a spanking.”
Had she not wanted to break the seal of her mouth, she would have smiled. And here he thought sh
e was sensitive? After lifting off him, she dragged her tongue down his length.
“Suck. My. Cock.”
Maybe he would pull away if she didn’t do as he asked. On the next pass, she drew his dick into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat, and then she increased the suction. Damn. She was only able to get half in. He couldn’t possibly be getting much satisfaction. Lifting her head for another try, Lisa relaxed her throat, and on the way down flicked her tongue across his flexible skin. When the end bumped into her tonsils, she exhaled and managed another half inch.
“Yeah, babe. That’s it. Take him deep.” He reached under her chest with one hand and palmed her breasts.
She gripped the bottom half of his cock hard and pumped her fist. When more pre-cum coated her tongue, she pulled away. His eyes were closed and his breathing rapid.
It seemed to take him a minute to realize she’d stopped. “You are incredible.” A slow smile that contained a hint of wickedness spread across his face. “Now it’s my turn. Lie back down.”
His command sent her juices spewing. While Dante was the lighthearted one of the two, when he wanted something he let her know in no uncertain terms.
His hands clasped her calves and widened her legs. “Keep them there.” Dante leaned forward and propped her head up with his rolled jeans. “Comfy?”
“Yes.”
Instead of dropping to his stomach and driving her crazy, he picked up the container of strawberries. Curious, she lifted onto her elbows. He winked, picked up one piece of fruit and bit off half. “Mmm.”
Then he sat on his haunches and dragged the open end of the strawberry across her breast. Goose bumps rippled across her chest. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll warm you up in a moment.” He circled her nipple several times, moving closer to the center with each swipe. After he popped the berry into his mouth and chewed it, he leaned over her tit. “Now to finish my meal.”
Using tiny flicks of his tongue, he worked his way around her breast, sparking a strong urge to shove him down and ride him hard. “Suck. On. It.” She used the same exasperated tone he had.
“In due time, babe. We’re all alone and I’ve taken the whole day off, so I plan to love you like you’ve never been loved before.”
His sweet words made her stomach coil tightly in anticipation. Damn, but she’d never last and had so wanted to come with him. Even though Dante massaged the breast he wasn’t toying with, his fingers were too gentle and failed to give her what she really desired. Not that she liked pain, but she wanted to feel his passion.
She reached down, grabbed his cock, and aimed it at her pussy. He captured her wrist in less than a heartbeat. “Easy there. Your time will come.”
“Grr.” Frustration built her need. Hell, maybe that was the point.
Desperate to feel him, she slid her hands under his arms and across his back. When she kneaded his muscles, he scooted forward, abandoning her breasts, and devoured her mouth. Wow. Dante was pure heaven. Their desperation propelled them to dive deeper and love faster. Hungry tongues swirled and danced as she pulled him closer and pressed her breasts into his hard chest. Breaths mingled, tasting of strawberries. Damn. His cock was below the apex of her thighs. It sucked being short.
Dante lifted his head. “I have to taste you.”
She thought that was what he was doing, but when he slid lower, bypassing her breasts, she finally understood. Her pussy cramped in delighted expectation. His thumbs pried her legs wider as his mouth captured her entire pussy. His tongue flicked its way up and down her wet slit, causing bolts of electricity to charge across her belly and straight to her swollen tits. She yearned for his cock, but so loved what he was doing to her body that she almost didn’t want him to stop—ever. Every cell rejoiced in the resplendent glory that poured over her.
“That feels so good.”
“Oh, yeah.” Dante threaded two fingers into her pussy and her back arched and her breath lodged in her throat.
No way could she keep from toppling over the edge now. He wiggled his fingers and hit her most sensitive spot, sending waves of erotic lust through her body. His tongue nudged her clit and she’d lifted her hips to ride the crest of her orgasm when he pulled out.
What? She couldn’t believe he stopped. “Dante! Please.”
“You need to calm down. Don’t worry. I’ll be back but right now I need a taste of your tits.”
Before she could object, he dove at her breast. He pulled one nipple taut with his teeth, and as he twisted the other between his thumb and forefinger, streaks of pleasure turned into a painful need. Now more than ever, she had to have a release, but Dante seemed intent on preventing her from reaching nirvana. Was the man made of steel?
“Please. I need a cock.”
“You’ll get one.” He sucked harder, driving her closer to her much sought after climax.
She planted her palms on the blanket and bunched the material. Birds soared overhead and a whiff of something earthy floated toward her, but when he plucked her nipple, her mind blanked to her surroundings.
He slid a hand between them and when he cupped her pussy, his thumb found her clit. He massaged the sensitive nub, creating massive chaos between her legs. Why was he torturing her when her release was so close? Surely, he had to know she was ready to burst. Yes, she wanted to come with him, but she was weak. Oh, so weak.
He pressed on her swollen nub a few more times then slid his middle finger into her pussy. She screamed, her release seconds away. As suddenly as he pounced, he lifted off her again. No! How could he do this to her again?
“Roll over and get on your elbows and knees so I can probably take care of you.”
Finally. His hands clasped her waist, and as he rolled off her, he helped her to her knees. Shimmers of excitement radiated down her sides.
“I can’t tell you how often I’ve dreamed of this moment while I was at the conference.” Dante slid one knee between her legs and placed his other foot on the blanket, his toe against her thigh. His hands caressed her legs. “Your skin is so smooth.”
“Thank you.” She wasn’t sure how to respond as no man had ever told her that before.
He then leaned over, nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply. “Did I ever tell you how much I love your scent?” He lifted a hand and brushed the errant strands that had escaped her ponytail to the side. “And your hair is thick and lush. I could bury my cock in it and be happy.”
“My pussy can help you out with that burying part.”
He chuckled and the sound resonated deep within her. “You want my cock?”
Hadn’t she been begging him for it? She shrugged. “I’m not excited anymore.” She had to press her lips together to keep from letting her laugh escape.
“Oh, yeah?” He lowered his hands, grabbed both nipples, and tugged. The second he touched her achy tips, her honey drenched her pussy and spiraled her closer to her climax.
“Okay, I lied.” She wiggled her hips, hoping he’d get the hint. One hand slid across her belly, and her breath caught as he edged closer to her pussy. Please touch me. His cock pressed against her opening, and just as his fingers reached her clit, sparks flared.
Being with Dante melted her insides, so having sex with him would no doubt turn her into liquid goo in seconds. He leaned his chest against her back and kissed her neck, dragging his kisses up to her ear. When he captured her earlobe between his teeth, he nudged his cock into her, shooting erotic bliss throughout her body.
“God, I love the feel of you.” He trailed more kisses down her neck and over her shoulder.
She would have responded had she found her breath. He returned one hand to her hip and held her still while he adored and fondled her breasts, moving back and forth between them. Dante withdrew his cock then eased back in as if he was afraid of hurting her.
“Go faster and fuck me hard.”
“You are too good to me.”
No. She was good to herself, even though she wanted him to love
what he was doing, too. He thrust his cock hard down her narrow channel, spearing her with shards of ecstasy.
“Oh, babe.”
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and pumped her breast hard as he thrust his meaty cock into her. Delicious flames licked her insides and built an orgasm that threatened to topple her. On instinct, her muscles clamped down on him, eliciting a groan and an even harder pounding on his return visit.
She arched her back and pushed her hips back to take in more of him as she widened her stance. The next foray into her brought tears of joy. She dropped her head and gulped in the fresh air then bit her lip to keep her control. The man robbed her of all sanity, but she loved every inch of his throbbing cock.
His hand left her hip to capture her breast. In sync, he twisted, plucked, and rubbed the now swollen tips, slowly driving her way too close to the edge of rapture. Once more she tightened down on his cock.
“Don’t. Babe, I’m so close.”
Good. “Me, too.” She wanted him to go off, yelling her name and moaning and groaning as he exploded.
When his hand slipped to her pussy and rubbed her clit while he totally impaled himself into her, she lost it. She was a simmering volcano about to erupt and when the last fissure burst, the flames flared.
“Dante! Oh, yes, yes!”
She arched her back and welcomed all of him in. His cock was jammed to the end. With one large hand, he’d managed to squeeze her tits together as he flicked her clit with the other. The overwhelming stimulus broke her apart. Nothing could stop her orgasm from sweeping her away.
He plowed in once more and held her tight. What he yelled was unclear, but she totally understood the meaning. He, too, must have stepped off the cliff, and his cock shot bullets of cum into her, beating against her back wall. Only the sound of her heartbeat reached her brain, and when she shut her eyes, she was met with bursts of light.
Dante hugged her and she basked in the warmth of his body, his arms, and his heart. His throbbing cock helped, too. She dropped her head in her hands and let her body relax. When he moved his hands from her tits, the slight chill puckered them.
He leaned back and pulled out with a pop. “Be right back.”
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