Deciding that he won’t know unless I tell him, I shake my head and share,
“You’re what I want, Dante. I’ve waited for a long time for you, and although it’s sweet you feel the need to be gentle with me, that’s not what I want. I want what we have together to be real, even if it does hurt at first,” I finish, gesturing to the rigid length of him rubbing against my stomach.
Not wasting any time, Dante doesn’t reply. Instead, he comes down over the top of me and crashes his mouth down on mine again. There is nothing sweet and gentle about this kiss, though. No. This one is desperate, hungry, ravenous even as Dante plunges his tongue into my mouth and takes what he wants. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t coax. This is claiming at its best.
It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to kiss Dante, or in this case, for him to kiss me. I’ve fantasized, had wet dreams, and fingered myself to climax for years while thinking about what it would be like to kiss this man. Sex aside, not that I want to take that off the table, kissing Dante is amazing in its own right.
There is no adequate way to describe Dante’s unique taste, other than to say, he’s intoxicating. Delicious. Addictive. When his tongue teases mine, stroking, tangling, with strong, sure strokes, Dante increases the grip he has on my hair. His fist wraps around a large section of it, angling my head until it’s exactly where he wants it before he dominates my mouth, demanding I give him everything. Which I do; gladly.
I run my hands over his body, exploring the hard planes of his back over the top of his shirt, and take great pleasure in the way he shudders on top of me as I dig my nails into his shoulders. Giving me more of his weight, Dante grinds his cock against my pussy almost restlessly as I continue to map every inch of his body that I can reach.
My breasts are swollen and tender, crushed against his chest, yet still covered completely. My nipples are hard points now, and they’re begging for his hands or mouth to relieve some of the ache he’s so intent on creating.
Feeling them pucker, Dante lets out a low growl, and his hand leaves my hair to travel to the hem of my tank top, ripping it off in one fluid movement. Dante’s hands discover that I’m not wearing a bra long before his eyes do, and he begins to stroke up and down my spine, soothingly as I silently beg him for more.
Cupping the underside of one breast, Dante’s eyes lock with mine, and I’m stunned at the avid hunger and lust I see. Seconds later, Dante distracts me but lifting my breast to his mouth and circling the tight bud of my nipple with his tongue.
Sparks of pleasure and discomfort sizzle as Dante blows cool air over my left nipple, causing it to tighten further. Suckling gently, he takes it between his lips into the hot cavern of his mouth, giving me mere moments to get used to the sensation before drawing it in deeper and sucking hard.
It is like there is a direct link between my breasts and my core because the harder Dante sucks the wetter I become. That along with feeling the length of his cock at my thigh, the heavy weight of his body on top of me, causes me to squirm restlessly wanting more of him.
Rotating my hips to communicate that I want and need more, I moan loudly as Dante’s cock throbs in time with our heartbeats and the head of his dick bumps against my clit.
A rush of fluid dampens my panties, and fear that I’m dangerously close to coming after only a few heated kisses, the sensation of his shaft sliding up and down my covered pussy, and Dante’s mouth on my nipples.
But thank fuck, after what feels like he’s been teasing me forever, but is more likely only a few minutes, Dante breaks the connection of our mouths, pulling back to look at me.
Breathing heavily with one hand still fisted in my hair at the base of my neck, he rasps,
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me, Faye. Tell me you don’t want this, because if you don’t, I’m going to claim your sweet, virgin pussy, your mouth, and your ass if you let me. So if you don’t want this, you have to put a stop to it because I can’t.”
Tugging on his long hair, trying to pull Dante in for another kiss, I meet resistance. He doesn’t move an inch, simply stays still, hovering over me, waiting. The deep brown eyes I fell in love with on sight are trained on my face, searching for answers to questions he hasn’t asked. But he doesn’t need to. I know what he wants to know. I know what he needs to hear.
My hands rise to cup his face, my thumbs brushing against the rough stubble on the underside of his jaw.
“I don’t want you to stop. I’ve spent years fantasizing about what it would be like to be right here, under you, touching you, having you touch me. So if you even think about stopping I might just have to kill you.” Dante blinks at me as if he’s coming out of a trance before gracing me with a blinding, white smile. “This is what I want. You are what I want,” I say in what I hope is an imploring tone.
Dante’s chest is heaving, his breaths coming even faster now. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight, like a spring that’s waiting to snap. I know he wants this too, but he’s fighting it. He’s fighting the hunger and desire that I gave into the first time he touched me tonight.
As Dante works to regulate his breathing, he presses a series of soft kisses over the uppermost swells of my breasts.
“If you’re absolutely one hundred percent sure, then I’m going to tell you exactly what’s going to happen next, baby.” Whimpering, I clutch his biceps. “First, I’m going to strip you bare, lay you out across the bed so I can look at you. I want to see what’s mine; all of it. See what I’ve been waiting to claim. Next, I’m going to touch you. I’m going to run my hands all over your luscious body, squeeze those lush, full tits, and finger fuck your tight, wet pussy. When I know you’re ready for me, when your juices are dripping down your thighs, I’m going to tell you to take hold of my dick and guide it into your cunt.”
Humming a sound that’s a mixture of approval and nervousness, I bury my face in the hard muscle of Dante’s chest. I’m not embarrassed by his dirty talk, quite the opposite; I’m turned on and oh, so ready for him.
Continuing to work my nipple, pinching it between his fingers, Dante uses his wonderfully hard cock to apply more pressure on my clit.
“I won’t taste you this time, baby. I’m too worked up, and I want to take my time with you. A few days should do it. A few days licking and eating out your sweet pussy should tie me over for an hour or two before I need to fuck you again,” Dante growls, low in the back of his throat, making his chest vibrate against my lips.
Sensing how close I am, how much I need him, and where, Dante rises to his knees and tears my jeans and panties down my legs. He throws them across the room and removes his shirt, giving me an up close and personal view of his magnificent chest.
The hard ridges of his abs, perfect defined pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, and a hint of the delicious V at the waistband of his jeans has me inhaling sharply. Dante’s body is flawless. Everything about him screams impossibly male, from his strong, work-hardened hands to his massive cock straining the fabric of his jeans. And he’s mine. For tonight, at least, he’s all mine.
A shiver of unease racks me when Dante angles himself off the bed and stands beside it unmoving. Has he changed his mind? Does he not want me after all? But those thoughts are erased when he demands,
“Put your hand between your legs and open that pretty pussy up for me so I can see what’s mine.”
Complying immediately, I trail my hand across my chest, over my breast, and down my belly until it’s resting just above my mound. I haven’t done this before, touched myself in front of anyone. But with Dante, I find myself willing to do almost anything to please him.
Using two fingers to form a V, I ply apart my pussy lips and show him what no one but me has ever seen before. Dante’s eyes harden as he takes in the puffy, pink lips of my pussy, and the wetness coating the inside of my thighs. Taking this as a good sign, I manipulate my clit with the heel of my palm and arch my back at the first tinglings of my impending orgasm.
In a split s
econd, Dante is naked, having stripped off his belt, jeans, boots, and boxer briefs. His cock is thick and long, but I already knew that. What I didn’t know was that it has to be, at least, eleven inches of circumcised perfection.
Stretching up to his belly button, the mushroom shape head is red and angry. Drops of pre-cum leak from the slit at the top and slide down his shaft, making me want to reach out and taste them with the tip of my tongue.
Actually, I want to do more than that. I want to trace the prominent vein on the underside and take Dante deep into the heat of my mouth. More than anything, though, I want to taste him. I want his come filling my mouth as I swallow and savor every drop of what Dante has to give me.
Breaking my trance, Dante growls,
“Do you need to come, Faye? Do you need to relieve the ache building in that pretty, virgin pussy?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes,” I moan, rubbing my clit harder. “Please, Dante. Please, please I want to come, but I want you to be the one to do it.”
Dropping back down onto the bed, Dante pushes my legs apart even further, running one thick finger through me wetness. As his head tips up, Dante’s eyes meet mine, and I see the wild, unrestrained hunger in reflected in those dark chocolate pools. The very intensity of his expression causes me to gasp in equal parts shock and understanding.
Everything about the possession, desire, and heat he’s directing at me chips away at another one of the walls I built to keep him out. My resolve is crumbling, and Dante knows it. He has always been good at reading me, but like this, bare and vulnerable, stretched out on display for him, it’s almost as if Dante can see into my soul.
Wrapping his fist around his cock, Dante lazily strokes up and down its length, squeezing a little harder as he reaches the head. I avert my eyes, feeling too exposed, too weak to continue lying to myself and him. While I have no intention of telling Dante how deep my feelings for him run, how much I want this to be more than just one night of sex – albeit, fantastic sex if the promise of him is anything to go by – I imagine it’s only a matter of time before I betray myself.
There’s no way Dante can make me feel the things he does without me caving and telling him everything. There isn’t a chance in hell, I’ll make it through tonight with him and not spill my innermost secrets.
“Has anyone ever made you come before, gorgeous? Has another man had his hands on your beautiful body or his fingers in your cunt? Tell me no one’s been here before me, that no one’s touched what was meant for me and only me.” That I’m the first and last man you’ll be giving that honor to?” He demands, flicking his gaze between my face and where his finger is dipping into my pussy.
I shouldn’t answer him; honestly, there’s no need to since he already knows the answer, but I do anyway. Because he asked. Because I want to.
“No one has touched me there. No one but you,” I whisper, running the hand that was toying with my folds up his forearm.
“What about your tits or your ass? Anyone touched those, baby?” He groans, pushing his finger further inside me until it’s buried to the second knuckle.
“Only my breasts, and only over my clothes,” I tell him truthfully.
A deep, ominous growl erupts from Dante’s mouth as he sneers,
“Who? Who the fuck touched your tits?”
Shaking my head back and forth, I say,
“It doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago, and it was only once. I didn’t like it so I told him to stop, and he did.”
“It does fucking matter.” With his free hand, Dante grips one of my breasts in his huge palm and twist my nipple hard enough to sting but just for a second. “These tits are mine. Your pussy is mine, or I should say, it will be soon. And so is your ass. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.”
“Please,” I all but beg when Dante's finger leaves my core, and he brings it to his mouth to suck off my juices. I’m unsure what I’m begging for, but I need something. And I need it now.
Lowering his head, Dante kisses me passionately. I can taste myself on his lips, and strangely it only serves to heighten my arousal, not dampen it. Working himself between my thighs, Dante’s hips fit perfectly in the cradle of mine, and I wrap my legs around him to anchor him to me.
“Last chance,” he warns. “Because the second I break that seal, baby, I don’t plan on letting you go. I’ll be the first and last man you inside your gorgeous body, so you better be sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
My head jerks back on the pillow and my eye widen. He can’t possibly mean that. This isn’t that. We aren’t that. This is simply two people that have amazing chemistry sharing their bodies, giving each other what they need in a moment of weakness, isn’t it?
“By the look on your face, I can tell you’re not picking up what I’m putting down, baby,” Dante grins unrepentantly. “You and me, what we’ve got between us, what we’ve always had between us isn’t a one-time only deal. This is as real as it gets. Permanent in a way that I want your ass in my bed every night, my rings on your finger, and you pregnant with my babies. The only thing I’m willing to compromise on is the order of the last two. You want to start trying to make a baby now, I’m down with that. We’re young, but we’ve both got families that will be more than happy to help us out, and money isn’t an issue for us. I’ve got plenty to take care of us both and however many kids we have for the rest of our lives. But if you want to get married first, have some time where it’s just you and me before I knock you up, then I’m good with that too.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp as my hand flies up to cover my mouth.
I can feel the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, but Dante is undeterred. He isn’t finished, and by the sound of the steel in his voice, nothing I say or do will stop him now that he’s on a roll.
“We can do it up big or have something small and intimate, but whichever you choose, our families and friends are going to want to be there. They’ve been waiting for the day I’d man up and tell you that I love you, Faye. And that day is today.”
Resting his forehead against mine, Dante guides the head of his cock to my entrance, but he doesn’t push himself inside me. He merely lets me feel the heat radiating off him and the pre-come dripping from the tip that’s mixing with my own cream.
“Dante, you don’t mean that. It’s just the heat of the moment, something people say when they’re all worked up,” I whimper, but I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince; him or me.
“No, Faye,” he states resolutely. “This isn’t me needing to come so badly I think my balls are going to explode if I don’t get inside you soon. This is me tell you I love you, that I’ve been in love with you since I was old enough to know what those words mean. There has never been another woman for me. All those girls you’ve seen me with were fillers; chicks to take the edge off while I waited until you were ready for me to make you mine. As fucked up as it is for me to say, they didn’t mean anything. Less than nothing, actually. They got what they wanted from me, and no one got hurt.”
“That’s…that’s…I don’t know what that is, but you’re freaking me out,” I stutter awestruck. Not just at the blasé manner in which he describes sleeping with women, but how easily he tells me what he wants to do to my body.
“It’s the past,” Dante says, caressing my cheek. “You, me, this, that’s the future. Our future. That’s what matters; that’s what’s important. Now, I need you to tell me you love me too, then I’m going to set about showing you just how much I’ve needed you, Faye.”
Don’t judge me too harshly for what I do next because it isn’t every day the man of your dreams, your best friend, the boy you gave your heart to when you were five declares his love for you.
Pulling the corner of my lower lip into my mouth, I chew on it, pretending to decide what to say. When in truth, I’ve always known exactly what I would tell Dante if we ever got to where we are now.
“You’re killing me
here, baby,” he rumbles, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slit.
Deciding he’s suffered enough, my lips find his and I kiss him chastely, only pulling back to murmur,
“Loving you has never been the issue, not being able to tell you was. But now, I suppose that doesn’t factor. I love you too, Dante. With all my heart and soul, and everything in between.”
Dante takes that as his cue to move things along, gently pushing the first few inches of his ginormous cock inside of me. My internal muscles instantly clench at the intrusion, stretching to accommodate his girth. It’s a tight fit by the time he’s managed to slide half of his length into me, but I’m wet, really wet, so I’m not worried about not being able to take him.
“Relax, my Faye. Relax and let me make you feel good. It’ll hurt, you’re too tight and too small for it not too, but only for a minute. I promise baby,” he coaxes, hooking my ankles around him at the base of his spine.
Forcing myself to relax, taking deep breaths and remaining focused on only Dante, his hips begin to rock as his length slides deeper inside my pussy. I can feel when the head of his cock bumps against the thin barrier keeping him from finally claiming me as his. But with one swift, hard thrust, my virginity becomes a distant memory as the pain of Dante’s intrusion takes over.
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