“Dante, I can’t—”
She sounded mortified that he’d seen her trying to make herself come, and Dante wanted to tell her not to be ashamed, that it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Instead, he decided to show her. “You can. Touch yourself,” he commanded, saturating their joined fingers between her folds before he started guiding her fingers to circle her clit. She was already hot and wet, and their fingers slid easily together around the pulsating bud, forcing a cry from her lips.
He grasped her other hand and placed it on her breast. “Tease yourself,” he instructed firmly, gratified when he saw her hand start plucking and caressing her nipples, moving from one to the other. “You look so beautiful right now, sweetheart. Make yourself come,” he said harshly into her ear.
“I tried,” she panted. “It felt good, but I couldn’t—”
Dante forced her first two fingers to cover her clit, pushing hard to make her put more pressure on the sensitive nub. “Rub harder.”
Dante watched her face as his hand helped her pleasure herself. Somehow, this was almost more intimate than fucking her, watching her open and vulnerable as she started to climb higher and higher. Her eyes closed again, and she tossed her head back, her hips starting to rise from the bed to meet the pressure of their fingers rubbing against her clit.
“Imagine my head between your thighs, my tongue devouring your pussy,” he croaked into her ear.
Jesus. That was exactly where he wanted to be right now. But now was Sarah’s time.
“Yes. That feels so good,” she moaned with abandon.
He watched, mesmerized, as her body tensed and her back began to arch, her moans filling the room as their joined fingers moved urgently, roughly over her clit. She was pinching her nipples now, and her body was starting to tremble.
Dante tightened his fingers with hers, looking down to see the erotic vision of their joined hands getting her off.
“Come, Sarah. Let go,” he encouraged urgently, waiting.
She climaxed with a strangled moan. “Dante.”
His heart swelled as she splintered moaning his name, and he kissed her, trying to capture his name on her lips.
Her body stilled, and her ass and back came down to meet the mattress, the only sound in the room her labored breaths.
At that moment, Dante felt closer to her than he ever had.
Mine.
He was desperate to pull her even tighter to him, mold them together so nothing and no one would ever be able to pull them apart. “I need you,” he told her huskily.
She went up on her hands and knees, looking down at him with adoring eyes. “I need you, too. But you can’t exert yourself.”
“Then make love to me, Sarah.” He rolled onto his back, waiting. He watched her for a minute, holding his breath.
“How?” she breathed softly.
He grabbed her thigh and swung it over his body. “Like this.” He seated her over his cock. “Ride me. I’ll let you set the pace.” He ground his teeth as he felt her indecision, and let out a sigh of relief as she grasped his cock and lined it up at her entrance. “Join us,” he ground out, feeling like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get inside her wet heat right that second.
Taking him in slowly, Sarah lowered herself onto his cock with a ragged moan.
Dante grasped the sheets beside him, trying to keep from grasping her hips and taking control, but he let her swivel her hips as she seated him inside her, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Yes. You feel so deep, so hard.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned in an urgent voice, needing her to move.
She braced her hands on his shoulders and started to move, slowly at first, up and down, grinding her pelvis against him every time she took him deeply inside her. Unable to stop himself, he put a hand around the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his, spearing his tongue into her mouth in a silent demand. She tasted like mint and lust, the combination about to drive him completely out of his mind.
“Help me,” Sarah pleaded in a whisper as he released her mouth. “I want this to feel good to you.”
Dante groaned as he felt her hard nipples abrading his chest. “Baby, if it felt any better, I’d be dead.” He was a dominant in the bedroom, and he didn’t usually screw this way, but with Sarah, it felt natural, right. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, let it surround him as she moved slowly up and down on his cock, gloving him in her tight, wet heat.
She sat up, her hands traveling over his chest, her short fingernails biting into his abdomen, and she left her hands there to stay in a completely seated position.
Unable to take the torment any longer, he grasped her hips and thrust himself up inside of her, meeting her every downward stroke.
“Yes,” she cried as Dante took control, holding her hips as he stroked upward, trying to get as deep as possible.
Her body tensed, and Dante knew the moment that she imploded, her channel clenching down on his cock as the walls pulsated, milking him. He thrust one more time and released himself deep inside her with a groan, his body shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he rasped, pulling Sarah down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her trembling, perspiration-soaked body.
She’s mine, and nobody is ever going to take her away from me.
“So much for you not exerting yourself,” Sarah whispered in his ear with a hint of amusement in her voice.
Dante ran a hand through her thick curls. “Way too much temptation,” he answered hoarsely.
“I didn’t mean for you to see—”