by Harper Sloan
The guttural sound he let out let me know he liked it, and I told him to bear down and let me in. He followed my instructions, and before I knew it my finger was all the way inside. He sounded like he was running a marathon, his breath coming out in harsh gasps as I slid my finger in and out, taking my cue on how fast to move from the speed with which he was jerking his cock.
After a few minutes, I pulled back and re-lubed before adding a second finger and working my way back in. I gave him no mercy as I started working his ass hard. The harder I fucked him with my fingers, the harder he jerked his dick. Feeling around I found a spot that made him crazy, and I listened with a smile as he growled and moaned as I started rubbing and pressing against it.
I watched in wonder as his entire body tensed and he threw his head back and yelled as he exploded in orgasm. I kept the in and out motion up, rubbing him inside and milking him for all he was worth. With one last wild yell, he collapsed to his knees.
Pushing his back against the wall, I brought the showerhead forward and cleaned us both off again before I pulled him to his feet and walked him out of the shower. Wrapping us both in towels, I helped him as we made our way back into the bedroom. I pushed him into bed before curling up beside him and laying my head on his chest.
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, and it was lovely. I could feel Dante shivering underneath me every few minutes as he gradually calmed down. Blowing out a breath he pulled me closer into him, kissing me on the top of my head.
“That was unbelievable baby. I’d never have let anyone else do that to me, but with you, I just went with it. I’m glad I did. You take me places I didn’t know existed.”
Snuggling closer into him, I kissed his chest and nodded. “I never would have been comfortable enough to do that with anyone else, either. You certainly rocked my world tonight, took me somewhere I'd never been either. But now I’ve got to be honest. I’m starving. Can we go eat whatever you brought home?”
Laughing at me he sat up. “Oh, wow. Now that you mention it, me too! Let’s go dig in.”
I watched through lust filled eyes as he got up from the bed, dropped his towel and wandered naked over to his drawers. He grabbed a pair of briefs and pulled them on before turning and raising an eyebrow at me. “Food?”
I giggled as I sat up. “Good lord, Dante. You’re like sex on a stick. I see that body in front of my face, and I go all soft inside. Go downstairs and heat up the soup before I jump on top of you again.”
Smiling at me, he pulled me from the bed before giving me a quick kiss on the mouth. "I feel exactly the same way baby, but if we don't eat, we can't ravage each other all night. Get your sexy ass up and dressed and meet me in the kitchen so I can feed you."
Making my way across the room I walked into his closet and opened my travel bag. I put on one of my beautiful brand new negligees, not bothering with panties. Taking a detour into the bathroom, I quickly brushed and blew my hair dry. Seeing that the toothbrush I had opened the first night I was with Dante was still in the holder, I brushed my teeth. I loved that he never got rid of the toothbrush. Even if he didn’t realize it, his subconscious had been behaving like part of a couple.
Taking the steps at a quick jog, I headed into the kitchen where he already had two bowls of matzo ball soup and two grilled cheese sandwiches all heated up. We were both starving, and we ate in silence for a few minutes. Once we were both full, Dante turned his attention to me.
“Rina, I almost hate to ask this because tonight has been so beautiful, but I feel like I have to. I’m scared that I’m going to do something that will make you leave again. I know I’ve been awful, but I just don’t think I’ll survive if you go again. You read my email and I meant every word. I want to try baby. Can you tell me… where do we stand?”
I gave him my most dazzling and reassuring smile. “I left because of a knee jerk reaction. I was scared, and I ran. But that’s not what I wanted to do, and once I got to Las Vegas and I had time to think about it, I decided to come back. The night before, when you found Damien at my house… he was sleeping because he was emotionally exhausted after he told me the entire story about your parents. I get what your issues are now, Dante, and I’m not quitting. I’m here for the long haul, and I’m not letting you push me away again.”
The terrified boy inside of him was back, staring at me in shock. “You mean… you know what I came from, and you still came back? Aren’t you afraid that I’m like my father?”
Standing up, I walked to him and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing his neck.
“Honey, what your parents did was horrific and disgusting. But in no way does it reflect on you. If anything, the fact that they were as horrible as they were, but you still grew into the man that you are today, just shows how extraordinary you are. You don’t see yourself clearly, but I do. You’re the man that I want, and I’m fighting for you, fighting for us. Don’t even think of trying to push me away again. I won’t let you. You're nothing like your father baby. You'll never treat me poorly, and I know it.”
He was silent for a minute while he took in everything I’d said, and then he nodded. “Honestly, I'm relieved that you know, relieved that it hasn't changed your mind about me. When I thought you were missing, it almost killed me. I’m too selfish to push you away again. I don’t ever want to feel that way again. You’re under my skin. I can’t promise this will work out, but like I said in my email, I promise that I’ll try my hardest. I won’t run from you anymore.”
Smiling, I kissed him first on the eyelids, then on the nose, then on the lips. “Have a little faith in me, in us. That’s all I ask. If we're in this together, I know we can't fail."
The next few weeks flew by, mostly due to the fact that we spent the majority of every workday dealing with the Thailand issue. Once Sandra arrived at the site, she found that things were worse than we originally thought, and it had been a nightmare. The good news was that now we seemed to be finally making some headway, and the new project manager started last Monday.
Dante and I had been together almost non-stop. I spent almost every night at his house, but I did make sure to go home at least once or twice a week. I didn't want to push him too hard and have him panic again. Looking at my computer, I saw that it was almost six thirty, and I was thrilled that we’d just called it a day and the weekend could now commence. We were all stretched too thin, and we needed a break.
After shutting down my computer, I quickly locked the outer office door and then strolled down the hall to Dante’s office. Stopping in the doorway, I watched in silence as he cleaned off his desk for the weekend. My heart skipped a beat just being in the same room with him. It’s visceral and sometimes scary the draw that I feel toward him, and even after weeks of being with him almost around the clock, it still happened every time.
Lifting his head, his blue eyes met mine, and he flashed a gigantic smile. “Hi baby. Did you finish shutting down?”
Nodding, I turned and locked his office door, then made my way across the office. Instead of going to where he was sitting, I headed over to the sitting area that overlooked the city, stripping as I went.
His quiet gasp let me know that he was watching and that this was working for him. I took off my skirt, blouse and panties, but left on my bra, garters, stockings and heels. Turning back toward him, I smiled and crooked my finger at him. “Dante, I need you now. Get over here and be with me.”
His husky laugh sent little tingles of pleasure all through my body, and I watched in appreciation as he made his way toward me, stripping along the way. He was utterly magnificent, and the sight of his hard, beautiful body entranced me. I knew that I would never, ever get enough of him.
I had planned to go slowly, but as usual one look at his naked body set my libido into overdrive. Even though I’d had him dozens and dozens of times over the course of these last weeks, it had never gotten less intense for us. If anything, it was more intense than ever.
As soon
as he had all of his clothes off I was across the room like a shot, vaulting up into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. Putting my arms around his shoulders, I tilted my head and met his mouth for a kiss. I loved the smell and taste of him so much. It set my heartbeat pounding, and my blood started to boil as our tongues slid around in each other’s mouths.
Pulling back from my mouth, he put his forehead against mine. “Tell me what you need baby.”
I rubbed my breasts against his chest and moaned. “I need you baby, so much. In me, on me… but you know that. Today I want you to take me in front of the overlook. I’ve been thinking about having my tits pushed against the glass while you thrust into me from behind all day and it’s been making me crazy.”
I loved that he didn’t question it, or tell me it was too risqué. He heard what I wanted, and he would make it happen, which is the same thing I would do for him. Our appetites for each other were equal, and it made for a very intense sex life.
Nodding, he started walking across the room to the outlook area as he continued to kiss me. Once we got to the wall of windows, I unhooked my legs and stood in front of him as I ran my hands all over his upper body, trailing soft kisses and licks across his collar bone.
Catching me by surprise, he pushed my back up against the glass. “Spread your legs and stand as still as you can, Rina.”
I nodded my agreement to let him know that I understood his instructions and then did as he said.
Bending forward, he pulled the cups of my bra down so that they were now pushing my breasts up, but were no longer covering them. Smiling at the sight, he bent forward and began by licking and sucking my right nipple. It felt so good, and the pleasure only got better when he started palming and rubbing my other breast.
Pushing my tits as close together as he could, he started suckling back and forth between my nipples as I arched and moaned incoherently. Taking one nipple at a time into his mouth, he gently bit down on each one and chuckled as I shivered from the sensation.
Trailing his tongue away from my nipples, he dropped to his knees in front of me and made his way to my soaking wet core. Looking up at me, he gave me his sexiest grin, causing my thighs to clench. I loved his turned on grin.
“Aw baby. You’re already so fucking wet that I can see it on your thighs. Do you think you can even last five minutes before you come?”
Shaking my head at him, I grabbed his hair and pulled him towards my aching sex. “Honestly, even if you only sit there and look at me like you are now, I’ll probably come in the next four minutes.”
I felt the husky chuckle that he let out from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. “Baby, I think the idea that you would make it for four minutes is very optimistic,” he said as he slid his finger into my dripping core and began flicking my clit with his tongue.
Putting a hand on each of my breasts, I started working my nipples in time with his licking. I loved looking down and seeing his face between my legs, working my pussy under his tongue with such skill.
Slipping a second finger inside of me, he began fucking in and out of me fast and furious with a twisting motion that was making me breathless.
I groaned at the sensations he was providing me with, loving how amazing we were together. “Fuck, Dante that is so damn good.”
Nodding his head in agreement, he latched onto my clit and sucked it into his mouth. That was all it took for me to hit my orgasm, arching and panting as his fingers kept fucking and twisting inside of me.
Giving my clit one last lick, he stood up and gave me his sexiest grin. “Under two minutes. I fucking love how responsive you are, Rina. You’re fucking perfect.”
Grabbing my shoulders, he spun me around and pushed me against the glass. “Spread your legs as wide as you can baby. We're going to do this right."
I quickly complied, moaning as my rock hard nipples made contact with the glass. It felt so damn good. His cock was rubbing all over my ass, and I could feel him spreading his pre-cum around my cheeks. Gasping, I rubbed against the glass. Pulling my hips back toward him, he pushed into me; the slowness of his first thrust seeming to go on and on.
His slow and measured thrusts in and out were mind meltingly good. I loved the way his thick cock spread me to capacity, almost to the point of pain. It was like he was built for me and I for him, and I loved it. When he was fully inside of me, I felt it in every fiber of my being.
With each thrust, he was starting to pick up his pace. I wiggled my ass a little and moaned, reveling in his harsh exhalation. “Fuck my little pussy harder and make me come all over your cock. I want your come in me.”
I’d found out during the last several weeks that he absolutely loved it when I talked dirty to him, and as usual it worked like a charm because he was throwing himself into fucking me hard and fast.
“Fuck, Sabrina. You’re so fucking hot! Clamp that hot pussy down on my cock and milk me. I’m about to flood you with come baby.”
I came with a keening wail as he continued fucking me senseless. My orgasm was just ending when he slammed into me, rooting his cock as deeply inside of me as he could before his come started filling me.
When he pulled back, I groaned in annoyance at the sensation of losing him inside of me. The groan quickly turned to a gasp as he slammed back inside of me and his finger started rubbing my clit as he fucked his way in and out. The sensation of being fucked, filled and fingered threw me over the edge, and I came again with a silent scream.
We stood like that for a few minutes with my body pressed against the glass, his body pressed against mine. Kissing my shoulder, he pulled out of me in one smooth movement, turning me in his arms and kissing the top of my head as we stood in a quiet embrace.
After a few minutes, he pulled back. “You ready to go home and get something to eat before we start round two?”
Laughing, I pinched his ass. “I’m ready. We need to stop at my house first so that I can throw some laundry in so that it's ready to go into the dryer when I get back tonight.”
The sudden tension in him surprised me, and I pulled back to raise an eyebrow at him. “What’s wrong?”
Running his hands through his hair, he shifted back and forth for a minute before blurting out, “I don’t want you to go home.”
Smiling, I gave him a quick kiss before turning to get dressed. “That’s fine. I’ll go home tomorrow or Sunday. It’s no big deal.”
Zipping my skirt up and turning back to him, I found him still standing in the same spot, looking uncomfortable. Making my way back over to him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a kiss on the chest before I looked up at him to ask, “Honey, what’s wrong?”
Pulling out of my grasp, he walked across the room and started dressing. A feeling of dread blossomed in my stomach at his silence. He was unhappy about something, and he had gone silent. I'd thought we were past this, and it hurt me. Staring at his back as he dressed, I found myself struggling not to cry. Things were going so well. Why was he suddenly anxious?
I needed out of the room. All but sprinting, I headed back to my desk under the guise of getting my purse. Standing behind my desk, I held my hand against my stomach as I tried to calm my breathing and my racing heartbeat.
I was trying so hard to calm myself that I didn't hear that he had entered the outer office until he said, “Sabrina, baby. Please look at me.”
Dropping my hand from my stomach, I turned to face him and mentally braced myself for him to tell me that he needed some space.
Taking my hand, he opened my palm and placed a kiss in the center. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t handle that very well. What I was trying to say was… I don’t want you to go home at all. I want you to move in with me. And not some half assed thing, I want the real deal. I want you to change your driver’s license and voter registration. My house will become our home unless you would rather we found something else. I’m going to try to understand if you don’t want to… but I hate the idea of living separately
any longer. You only go home two nights a week at most. I know it should not be a problem, but it fucking kills me. I can’t sleep without you, and I’m miserable. What do you think?”
My mouth was agape, and I was thoroughly blown away. This was a monumental step for him, and I thought it would take a much longer time to get him to this point. I was so shocked that I continued staring at him for longer than it would seem he was able to take, and my heart twisted when his eyes turned melancholy.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I kissed him hard on the mouth before pulling back to answer his question. “Yes. Of course, yes. I want to be with you all the time too. The only no part of what you asked is that I do not want to find another house. I love your house, and that’s where we'll live.”
Pulling me close against him, he captured my mouth in a deep kiss that left me breathless and tingly all over. Letting me go, he smiled at me. “You’ve just made my year, but if you ever call it my house again I’m going to spank you. From now on, it’s our house.”
Both laughing, we left the room and made our way out of the office. We spent the next day and a half at home. We swam, cooked, watched movies, and made love. All in all it was an incredible weekend spent with the man I love. Sunday afternoon came before we knew it, and late in the afternoon we pulled ourselves from bed and headed to the kitchen together to get ready for family dinner.
He was busy seasoning the chicken and steak for the grill and I was slicing fruit for fruit salad when Brooke came in. Laying her potato salad on the counter, she hugged and kissed us both.
“Rina, I hope you don't mind, but I just went to the house and borrowed a few pairs of your shoes for my internship this week. There was a ton of mail in the box, so I left it on the counter for you. Haven’t you been going home at all?”
Before I could answer her, Damien and Spencer showed up, Dominique and Delilah right behind them. Delilah had homemade macaroni and cheese, Dominique had pigs in a blanket, Spencer had brought corn on the cob and Damien had wings. I was temporarily waylaid from answering her as we all hugged and kissed, saying our hellos.