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Chapter 21
Ella
Dante’s words spurred me into action. When he bent down to untie his boots and pull them off, I sat down on the end of my bed and did the same. I stood up, then pulled my own shirt off, followed by my bra. I stripped off my jeans, but before I could remove my panties, he was there, wrapping his now naked body around mine. The hair on his thick chest brushed against my hardened nipples. The tips were so sensitive that I cried out at the friction. Dante froze for a split-second at the sound, and then his hands were everywhere. He cupped my breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple mounds, then flicked his thumbs over my nipples. I moaned again as a shot of pure liquid fire ran through my body and my pussy clenched with need.
He lowered his head and kissed me, his lips ravishing mine as if he were starving and I was the one thing he needed in order to survive.
I slid my hands up over his biceps to his shoulders, my fingertips tracing each muscle I encountered along the way. I curled my hands around the back of his neck as I held him close, then tunneled my fingers through the short hair at his nape. When I gently raked my fingernails over his scalp, he groaned and bucked his body against mine.
“Fuck, sugar, that feels good.” His lips released mine just long enough to offer that bit of encouragement, and then hewas kissing me again, his tongue delving into my mouth. He explored me, tangling his tongue with mine. He pulled back, enticing me to follow, and I did. I licked the seam of his lips, teasing him, before sliding inside.
Dante’s hands slid down my side to palm my butt, and his wicked fingers slid under the edge of my panties to grip me tightly. He pulled his mouth free long enough to order me to wrap my legs around his hips. I obeyed without thought, relishing in the feel of his chest pressed against my bare skin. He turned us and braced my back against the wall.
“I’ve had dreams about your ass since the first time I saw you,” he muttered. He ground my panty-covered pussy over his erection, and my body clenched with need. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the faint traces of his cologne, along with the scent of leather that seemed to be embedded in his skin.
I pressed feverish kisses along his neck and down to his chest, then dipped my head to flick my tongue over one of the tightly furled nipples nestled among the thick dusting of hair. He groaned and ground against me again. I nipped at the hard nub, pulling it between my lips as I sucked. Based on his reaction, his nipples were almost as sensitive as mine were.
“Fuck, yeah, do that again,” he panted, his questing fingers now sliding even further under my panties to slip between my cheeks. I sucked his nipple again, then switched my attention to the other one. Dante’s cock was now pressed between our bodies, and he was using my hips to rock my body against his. I cursed the slight barrier of my now-soaked panties, wanting nothing more than to be able to feel him inside me. Just when I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me, he carefully lowered me to my feet and took a step back.
“Let’s do some yoga, sugar.”
What???
He laughed at the look on my face, which was undoubtedly a mixture of arousal, frustration, and complete and utter confusion.
“I don’t know what the move is called, but when I first laid eyes on you doing yoga in your back yard, you were bent over with your arms out in front of you, your legs spread, and your ass in the air.” I flushed as I pictured what he had seen.
“Downward facing dog pose,” I mumbled, and Dante’s brows rose. The look of desire in his eyes sharpened, and he flashed a wicked grin that made my pussy clench.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you in that position ever since. I’ve jerked myself off to the memory of it, imagining you bent over in front of me while I pound into you.” While he was talking, he pulled me away from the wall and maneuvered me, so I was facing the center of the room.
He stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hands as he brushed his thumbs lightly over my nipples. The sensation sent a shiver through my body, which quickly turned into bolts of pleasure as he pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gently tugged. My knees sagged, and I would have fallen if his arms hadn’t tightened around me.
He punched his hips forward, his erection pressing against the seam of my ass. In that moment, I knew I would do whatever this man wanted, as long as I had him filling me with every inch of that hard cock.
He stepped back and reached for my panties, stripping them off of me as he growled low in his throat.
“Bend over for me Ella.”
He placed the palm of his hand on the small of my back, gently helping me as I got into position. At any other time I probably would have been self-conscious about it, worrying about how big my ass looked or how my boobs swayed with my movements.
Dante made me feel desirable though so I followed his commands without question, knowing that we would both enjoy the hell out of whatever happened next.
He used his foot to tap each of mine, silently urging me to spread my legs further apart. I braced my arms out in front of me, feeling the stretch in my spine as my ass tilted up in the air. In a move that shocked me, he dropped to his knees and grasped my thighs before spreading me open.
I gasped as I felt his tongue lick a stripe from my pussy to my ass. With a low moan of satisfaction, he buried his face in my pussy and devoured me. The sensations bombarding me in that moment were powerful, and my legs started to shake with the pleasure of it all.
With a grunt, he reared back, giving one cheek a slap as he got to his feet.
“One of these days, I’m going to paint your ass red with my handprints. Been dreaming about that, too.”
He reached toward the bed next to us, and I lifted my head enough to see him grabbing the condom he’d dropped there earlier and sheathing himself.
“Hurry, Dante, I need you, honey.” I was too far gone to be embarrassed by the needy whimper that escaped me.
He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, then grabbed my hips in his powerful grip as he took up a wide stance behindme, straddling my legs as he bent his knees slightly to align our bodies.
“That’s it, sugar. Fuckin’ perfect.” He pressed my ass cheeks together, then spread them, repeating the movement over and over again as his condom-covered cock glided between my pussy lips and over my clit.
