After an almost silent dinner, except for the few snippets of conversation about my visit to the casino the next day, Dante had returned to his office and I had gone to the library as was now the custom. Instead of choosing the Russian textbook, I decided to read one of the books on gambling and casinos that crowded the shelves but was distracted by the sound of male voices through the walls. They did not sound like Enzo and Taft, so I thought Dante was meeting other members of the Outfit.
When I went to bed a few hours later, the hallways were dark and Dante was still in his office. I guessed that meant another late night. Would Dante really make me ask for sex a second time? *** Much later I was awakened by a hand on my hip. My eyes opened wide but I stared almost into the darkness. The curtains were drawn and allowed only a thread of moonlight to penetrate the room.
My gaze found the pale glow of the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost midnight. I had been asleep for less than an hour. What was wrong?
I realized that Dante was pressed against my back and his fingers were caressing my side. “Dante?” I whispered, turning my head to peer over my shoulder, but his face was covered by shadows. He was close though. His breath blew over my shoulder, raising the hairs on my arms. “What…” He shushed me with a violent kiss that made me gasp. He did not hesitate; his tongue claimed my mouth. I tried to turn so that I was in his direction, but Dante’s firm chest against my back and his grip on my side kept me immobilized. His kiss caused waves of arousal down my middle, but eventually I pulled back to take a deep breath. He pressed his erection against my bottom. I exhaled sonorously.
“Tell me you’re not sore,” he thundered against my shoulder before biting down lightly.
I shuddered. “Not sore,” was all I could say, and it wasn’t even the truth, but I’d be damned if I was going to stop Dante from doing what he wanted with me.
“Fine,” Dante growled before licking my throat. “Tell me to stop, or I won’t.”
I whimpered only in response because Dante had sunk his cock into my butt again. I couldn’t wait to take off my clothes and really feel him against me. I pushed my butt back for further friction, but once again Dante’s hand on my hip stopped me. “NO.”
“Dante, I really want to-”
His lips swallowed my words again and his fingers tightened in warning. “I want you to be quiet now, unless you want to tell me to stop.” He nibbled my neck. “Do what I tell you, Valentina, or tell me to stop. There are only those two options.”
I nodded and he must have heard that because he couldn’t have seen it in the dark. I was glad Dante didn’t know how aroused I was by his authoritative tone.
“Very well,” he said quietly. “You’re still going to be very tense today; that’s why we’re going to go slow and take our time to really get you wet.
I couldn’t believe that the same sober and cool Dante I knew in the daytime was saying those things to me. I wanted to ask him why he had changed his mind. Had he once made such a difference? Maybe he had accepted that I knew what I wanted. “I want you to undress now.”
There was only an instant of disappointment that Dante would not do it himself, but then excitement suffused him. He let go of my hip and I sat up quickly and slipped my nightgown over my head, then slid my panties down. I could feel Dante’s eyes on me. I turned toward him, wondering if I should give him some kind of sign and that idea almost made me laugh, but then the bed shifted and I could see Dante get out of bed and start undressing.
Everything was in the shadows but I could make out his impressive erection. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
I walked over to his side of the bed and perched on the edge, nervous, curious and excited, and almost full of lust. Dante moved closer until he was facing me, his erection at my eye level. I gasped before I could swallow the sound, realizing what he wanted to do.
Bibiana’s advice crossed my mind but I wasn’t sure if Dante wanted me to act on my own initiative. He grasped my cheek, his palm warm and slightly rough against my skin.
“How far did you get before me?”
I hesitated a moment, but I imagined he wanted me to answer, so I said, “I kissed Antonio a couple of times and he touched my breasts a couple of times, but that’s all I’ve ever done before you.”
Silence filled the dark room. My heartbeat accelerated, the thudding seemed to get louder by the second. I could hear Dante’s rhythmic breathing, no sign that he was sexually aroused; except for the evidence that he tends his attention before my eyes. “I want you to suck my cock, Valentina.”
His thumb grazed my lips, then slid between them, opening them slightly. He waited, and I touched his thumb with my finger before sucking it lightly, hoping he would take it as confirmation that he was. He moved even closer until his tip grazed my lips. Dante’s thumb stroked my chin, his palm still cupping my cheek. “Lick the tip.” I stuck my tongue out and ran it around his head.
Dante’s breathing stopped but that was the only sign that my actions had had an effect on him. “Now lick to the top and plunge your tongue into the slit.”
I followed his orders and was rewarded by the quickening of Dante’s breathing. His thumb on my chin tightened.
“Open your mouth.” I opened my lips without hesitation. I was happy for Dante’s orders. This way at least I was not left to grope and embarrass myself. He slid the tip of his cock into my mouth so that it rested lightly on my tongue.
“Close your lips around me and suck lightly.”
I did as he said and he stroked my chin, then slid his thumb upward until it grazed the spot where his cock disappeared between my lips. “I like my cock in your mouth,” he said quietly. “And I like the fact that it’s the only cock you’ve ever sucked.” He slid deeper into my mouth, but still not very far. “Let’s see how much of me you can take.” He crept inside me inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat and I threw up. I reached his erection. There were still a few inches of him that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. Dante pulled back slightly, then pushed himself into me a couple of times, holding me down with his palm on my face . “With a little practice maybe you’ll be able to take all of me in your mouth, but that’s enough for now.” I shivered with excitement. Could someone come from giving someone else a blowjob?
Dante withdrew his erection from my mouth and stroked my lips again with his thumb. “Lie down.” I let myself fall back on the mattress. Dante knelt down and wedged his hands between my knees, then pushed my legs as far apart as possible. “Put your heels on the edge of the bed.”
God, I knew what he was going to do. I had read so much about it, but I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like .
I was glad for the darkness. This way I didn’t feel so exposed. He put his palms under my butt and lifted me slightly. I stopped breathing when I felt his warm breath on my wet folds. Dante slowly licked my outer lips. I lifted my hips but Dante ignored my silent plea and continued his torturous teasing. “Dante,” I said imploringly.
He squeezed my butt and pulled back. “NO.”
I tightened my lips and finally he ran his tongue along my slit in one long stroke. I groaned, not caring if that counted as talking or not. He alternated between quick, light strokes and firm but slow licks until I was panting and on the verge of orgasm. My hands snapped and sank into Dante’s hair, wanting to hold him tighter against me. Dante resisted. His thumbs went up my folds and opened them. With the tip of his tongue he lightly circled my clit until I began to tremble, seconds away from falling over the edge. He sat down without warning.
It took all my self-control to remain silent.
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
My eyes widened in surprise, but I turned around and knelt on the bed.
“Get down on your elbows.”
I did. Now my bottom was raised into the air. The position felt strange and even more exposed than before.
Dante spread my legs until I could feel the cool air on my opening from behind, and then his lips returned to my center. I cried out in pleasure as Dante plunged his tongue inside me and began to fuck me at a slow pace. I could feel his every movement inside me, the slight roughness of his tongue, the way he curled the tip when he was deep inside me. I lowered my face between the sheets to keep more embarrassing noises from escaping my lips, but when Dante slid a hand up my butt and started teasing my clit with his fingers, even the sheets couldn’t stifle my moans and gasps. I protruded my butt even more, my fingers scratching the mattress as my orgasm exploded from deep within, numbing and intensifying my senses seemingly at the same time. I drew in a sharp breath. My skin was damp with sweat and my heart was beating frantically in my chest. I lifted my head to breathe more easily.
Dante had disappeared from behind me, but before I could glance over my shoulder to see what he was doing, his fingers grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. Then his erection pushed against my entrance and my body was seized with surprise and nervousness.
I had read that doggy style allowed men to go deeper than other positions. I was still slightly sore and the lack of intimacy allowed by this position made it even less desirable for me. I wanted Dante’s chest pressed against mine.
Dante remained still behind me, not trying to penetrate me. His hands slid over my butt and gently massaged it. I relaxed slightly but was still tense. I could feel how tense my inner muscles were. Dante leaned over me and wrapped an arm around my waist before pulling me against his chest. I was still on my knees but now my upper body was erect and Dante was holding me in his arms. He slipped one hand between my legs and began to tease me again while the other found my breasts and massaged them lightly. I leaned my head against his shoulder, my breathing slowed. I was still tense but in Dante’s embrace I could slowly feel my muscles softening. Dante leaned forward slightly with me and guided his tip to my opening. I am still stuck, but not as badly as before. “What’s the problem?” he murmured against my ear. He didn’t sound impatient or frustrated, simply curious.
Embarrassment made my stomach twist. Evidently my seduction skills were lacking if I couldn’t even do it doggy style for my husband. “I don’t know,” I admitted quietly. “Can’t you just push yourself in?”
“Of course I can, but you’re still as tense and tense as you are now, it will be painful.” His voice was calm, even neutral, no hint of what he was thinking about my suggestion.
Dante’s fingers were still between my legs, lightly stroking and pinching.
“Don’t tell me you have a problem with causing other people pain,” I teased her in a gasping whisper as tingles of pleasure spread through my depths.
“I don’t,” she said simply. I could feel the tension rising as her fingers worked their magic between my legs. He increased the pressure on my opening, the tip of his cock slipping in, and at the same time I came hard, my muscles gripping Dante’s cock tightly. Dante leaned forward a little more, pressing me down, and my arms reached out to support my body on the bed while I was still recovering from my climax.
Dante bit my neck. “But I don’t want to cause you pain.” He pinched my nipple, then pushed a few more inches inside me, making me shiver from the sensation of slight pain and pleasure. “At least not more than you enjoy.”
He thrust fully into me, then paused for a couple of beats before beginning to slowly penetrate me. His movements gradually became faster until I had no choice but to lower myself onto my elbows or else my arms would give out. Dante straightened up, depriving me of the warmth of his chest, and grabbed my hips. “Valentina, touch yourself,” he asked her.
It took me a moment to understand what he meant. I brought an arm under me and found my clitoris. I rubbed frantically as Dante’s movements became more energetic. He pulled out as much as he could and hit me again, making me cry out his name, and my fingers pressed even harder on my bulge. Sometimes my fingers brushed against his cock, made slick by my juices, and he groaned each time he did so. Encouraged by this, I tilted my hand so that I could stroke and graze his cock at the same time. As my muscles locked for my release, Dante also fell over the edge with a loud groan.
He remained motionless behind me as his cock twitched inside me a few more times, and I buried my face in the sheets. My forearms ached from supporting myself. The moment Dante pulled out of me, I rolled onto my back, chest heaving. I saw Dante move away from the bed as he had done last time, then the bathroom light came on and he disappeared inside. He didn’t close the door though. I got out of bed and quickly followed him. He stopped in front of the shower and turned on the water. “Are you taking a shower?” I asked hesitantly.
Dante looked over his shoulder at me. I didn’t bother to cover my body. He had seen it all. Dante did not seem ashamed of his nakedness. “YES. You can join me if you want.”
Relieved, I ran to him.
He held open the glass shower door for me and I slipped under the warm stream of rain. Dante joined me after a moment. I took the time to admire his body. It was the first time I had really looked at him without clothes on, and it was a sight to behold. His chest and stomach were lightly sculpted, and a thin trail of dark blond hair ran down to his pelvis. Dante dipped his head under the water, then turned his back to me to get the shower gel. There was a tattoo on his shoulder. I was surprised to find it inked. Somehow Dante did not look the type. “There is nothing good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, devil. For to you has this world been given,” I read aloud the quote written in cursive on his skin.
Dante looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Isn’t that a rather gloomy view of life?” I asked.
He handed me the shower gel.
Now that we were no longer in bed, a barrier had risen again between us, and I wasn’t sure how to break it down. I could see that Dante would not allow it. “I am a man of sin, Valentina. My experience has taught me that good rarely wins. If there is a devil, he is surely the patron of the Outfit.”
I leaned against the shower wall, frowning. “Nothing stops you from being a better man.”
That cold smile was back. “Yes, my nature.”