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I arched up with a meow, pressing my breasts against his face, but Dante’s hand grabbed my hip and held me still.
He sucked hard on my nipple again, creating a pool of arousal between my legs. I squirmed, tried to rub against his knee still wedged between my thighs, but his hand held me still. Not being able to move the way I wanted was not something I would have ever considered sexy, but boy was I wrong.
Dante lightly bit my nipple, his teeth lightly scratched my sensitive skin, and I almost came. I had been this close before. He let go of my nipple, which was red and hard, because of his attention. His eyes on my face, he ran his hand down my side. I couldn’t look away from his beautiful, cold face, mesmerized by the warmth in his eyes.
There was something dark, wild and angry about them. He crossed his fingers under my thigh and parted my legs further. I trembled with anticipation. “Tell me now if you want it,” he said in a low voice. How could he doubt my desire for him?
“I want this.”
“Good.” He drew my other nipple into his mouth with a grim smile and ran his tongue over it as he slid two fingers over my mound and pressed on my clit.
Spears of pleasure started from deep inside me and ran through my entire body. I felt like I was falling apart as my orgasm swept through me. I desperately shook my hips. Dante watched me calmly as I trembled beneath him, his fingers still pressed against my sensitive bulge. Slowly I came down from my high. I was embarrassed to have come so quickly when he had barely touched me, but I lifted my chin defiantly despite my embarrassment. If he had not let me wait so long, I would not have been so easily aroused.
Dante let out a long breath through his nose, flexing his jaw. Then he slipped his fingers between my folds. His nostrils flared as he slowly pushed two fingers inside me. My muscles stiffened around him and I drew in a quick breath at the foreign intrusion. It was not painful, only slightly uncomfortable. From time to time I would put a finger inside me but never understood the appeal. This, however, was great. Dante lowered his gaze and watched his fingers as they went in and out of me. I felt incredible, better than I had ever felt. His firm movement made me gasp.
“You are incredibly tight. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said roughly. I wished he would have kept talking with that sexy growl, but all I could get out of my lips were whimpers and sighs.
I was close to a second orgasm, I could feel it building deep in my core, I could feel the familiar spikes of pleasure echoing through my body. Dante quickened his thrust and ran his thumb over my bulge, and I sank my heels into the mattress as my climax hit me, this one even harder than the first. I was still enjoying the last waves of my orgasm when Dante pulled his fingers out. I made a sound of protest but Dante straightened up with a look of utter destitution in his eyes. I was surprised by the intensity, resignation and darkness mixed on his face. He looked like a man who had lost a battle with himself. He was tall and regal, motionless except for the rise and fall of his chest as his eyes surveyed my naked body. Then he reached down and took off his jacket. It slid to the ground with a slight rustle. However, he did not get rid of his vest and shirt. He unfastened his belt with expert ease, the movement drawing my eyes to the ground and something I never thought I would summon in a man. My eyes were frozen on the bulge in his pants. Surprise swept over me, followed by intense triumph. “You’re hard,” I whispered.
Dante’s gaze darted to me and he paused with his hands on my fly. “I am capable of having an erection. I’m not impotent.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it was almost stifled by the roiling desire it contained.
“That’s not what I meant. But I thought you were not attracted to my body.”
Dante looked at me quizzically. “Don’t worry. Your body would leave few members of the male species untouched.
Still so in control, so poised, and yet — I looked at his groin. Dante unzipped his pants and pulled them down.
His black boxers did little to hide the imposing bulge. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I restrained myself and instead watched my nerves slowly begin to rise. I had been waiting for this for a long time. Finally he lowered his boxers.
His cock was fully erect, thick and long, and a strange sense of satisfaction filled me. After years of being ignored first by Antonio and then by Dante I finally got a reaction from at least the latter.
“Go away,” Dante said in his Boss voice, a voice that did not tolerate argument, not that I would have dreamed of protesting. I crawled back immediately and slid my arms out of my robe, then lay down completely naked in front of Dante. He made no movement to remove his shirt and vest. He climbed onto the bed and moved between my legs, spreading them wide and opening me for him. I wondered why he did not undress completely. Was this some kind of barrier he wanted to keep between us? Or was I thinking too much? He looked more than sexy in his vest, but still.
All thought fled from my mind as Dante guided his erection to my center and tapped my opening. He felt hard and big, but I had waited long enough for him. I was ready.
Dante lifted up on his arms, then moved his hips and slid a few inches until I stiffened and cried out. I closed my eyes and took a few labored breaths through my nose to calm the quickening pulse. The pain was already fading, but it was not quite there yet. After another deep breath, I opened my eyes and found Dante staring at me. His jaw was clenched. For once he did not look so calm and in control. I could tell how hard he was struggling to stay still. I raised my arms and grabbed his shoulders, then nodded slightly. Dante rocked his hips and pushed all the way in. I arched up, closing my mouth to hold back any sound. I exhaled through my nose as I forced my body to relax.
Dante looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed and a cheek muscle twitching. “Tell me when I can move,” he said, surprising me with that show of compassion.
I squirmed, impatient, desperately wanting Dante to move inside me.
There was still a slight discomfort but even that was improving . “All right.”
He nodded, then pulled out almost completely before sliding back in. My muscles clenched his cock tightly, still trying to get used to the invasion, but I could feel a hint of pleasure behind the pain as Dante resumed a slow pace. I wished he would lower himself onto his forearms so we could be closer, but he braced himself on his palms. I guessed I shouldn’t have expected anything else. He had warned me, but at least he had been careful and not pounced on me.
I emitted a small groan when he hit a delicious spot deep inside me. Dante sped up, his thrusts becoming more energetic. His face was full of concentration. He was not making loud sounds, but his panting was becoming faster. I enjoyed watching him, enjoyed seeing the little gasps and tremors in his cool mask as his pleasure increased.
“It’s been a while for me,” he warned in a rough voice. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.” I was surprised by his admission. I did not think he was a man who readily admitted anything resembling a weakness in his mind. I was happy for that small glimmer of humanity.
“All right.” It wasn’t like I was going to come back again. I could tell that I was close to the limit of what I could bear.
His movements became even faster and less controlled, almost jerky and unhinged. And then finally he lowered himself onto his forearms, bringing us closer than we had ever been, our bodies pressed against each other as if we were one, and he really began to hit me, hard and fast, and my pain turned into an insistent twinge, but I didn’t even care. I could feel his heat through his clothes.
His tank top massaged my sensitive nipples, yet I wished I could feel his skin, but even that was not important at that moment. All that mattered was that Dante was finally making me a woman, finally allowing me intimacy. Perhaps this was a new beginning, the real beginning of our marriage. I clung to his back and buried my face in the crook of his neck as Dante thrust into me a few more times.
He moaned, his body stiffened, and then I felt his erection expand in me, followed by the strange sensation of him coming inside me. I pulled back, wanting to see his face. For once the mask was gone. He looked disheveled, willing, somehow less ruthless. He shuddered once more before lowering his face and brushing his lips against mine, sliding his tongue lightly over my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth for him. Our tongues met and I was in heaven. I had waited for our first real kiss for so long and now it was happening. He tasted perfect and I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me and the feel of his softened cock inside me. Maybe everything would change now. I slipped my hands under his shirt and ran them up and down his back, my fingers finding each scar, mapping his body. He felt so warm and strong. He felt like he was mine.
Dante stopped kissing me, our eyes met, and suddenly his walls rose again. I could see it happening. Like the curtain closing at the end of a play. He rose up to his palms. “Are you okay?” he asked, already coming out of me in one swift movement. I gasped at the brief pain and Dante hovered above me for a moment, a hint of hesitation in his expression, but it passed quickly and he straightened up, lifting his shirt so as not to soil it. “I need to get cleaned up,” he said in a practiced tone, as if he were telling me the weather forecast, as if we hadn’t just slept together. She looked at me for a moment longer, then disappeared into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, the water began to flow.
I did not move from my place in the center of the bed, trying desperately to put my emotions in order. I felt relief at having finally gotten rid of my virginity, but there was also a strange sense of sadness. I was not someone who needed to be pampered, but I wished Dante would have stayed with me a little longer after I was done.
Disappointment swept over me and I closed my eyes in growing emotion. I wasn’t sure how long I lay like this, but I was surprised by Dante’s cold voice above me.
“Here.”
My eyes widened. He was standing next to the bed, already dressed in his briefs again and holding out a washcloth to me . I took it from him and pressed it against my sore flesh, ignoring the blush that rose on my face. Wouldn’t he lie down with me at least for a while? I really wanted him to hold me, even if he had to pretend to take care of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him. “Do you want me to touch you so you can come too?” I stared at him. He looked so practical. I shook my head. I wanted his closeness, but not like this, not now. He nodded and grabbed his pants from the floor, then put them on. “I still have work to do and I have to visit another one of our casinos. I’ll be home late. You don’t need to wait up for me.” I nodded, unable to say a word even if I tried. After another prolonged look at my naked body, Dante left the room. I listened to his retreating footsteps.
When I could no longer hear him, I sat up and winced at the twinge between my legs. I looked down at the washcloth in my hand, on which there were a few pink spots, and a stupid sense of accomplishment pervaded me. Banished was the disappointment at Dante’s coldness.
For now I wanted to be happy. I had finally gotten what I wanted. Now that Dante had given in once, I was sure he would have a much harder time holding back. And I was determined to make things as difficult for him as possible. I had had my first real taste of pleasure; from then on I wanted to experience it again and again.