I trembled. “Not sore,” was all I managed, and it wasn’t even the truth, but I’d be damned if I stopped Dante from having his way with me.
“Good,” Dante growled before licking my throat. “Tell me to stop, or I won’t.”
I only whimpered in response, because Dante had dug his cock into my backside again. I couldn’t wait to get out of my clothes and really feel him against me. I shoved my ass back for additional friction, but 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 silent now unless you want to tell me to stop.” He nibbled my neck. “You do what I tell you, Valentina, or you tell me to stop. There are only these two options.”
I nodded, and he must have felt it because he couldn’t possibly have seen it in the dark. I was glad Dante didn’t know how turned on I was by his commanding tone.
“Very good,” he said quietly. “You’re still going to be very tight today; that’s why we’re going to go slow and take our time making you really wet.”
I couldn’t believe the same restrained and cold Dante I knew by day was saying these things to me. I wanted to ask him why he’d changed his mind. Did one time make such a difference? Maybe he’d accepted that I knew what I wanted. “I want you to undress now.”
I felt an instant of disappointment that Dante wasn’t going to do it himself, but then excitement drowned it out. He released my hip and I quickly sat up and tugged my nightgown over my head, then slid down my panties. I could feel Dante’s eyes on me. I turned to him, wondering if I was supposed to give him some sort of sign, and that idea almost made me giggle, but then the bed shifted and I could see Dante getting up and starting to undress. Everything was in shadows, but I could make out his impressive hard-on. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
I scooted over to his side of the bed and perched on the edge, nervous and curious and excited, and almost bursting with lust. Dante moved closer until he stood in front of me, his erection on eye level with me. I gasped before I could swallow the sound, realizing what he wanted to do. Bibiana’s advice shot through my mind, but I wasn’t sure if Dante wanted me to act on my own accord. He cupped my cheek, his palm warm and slightly rough against my skin. “How far have you gone before me?”
I hesitated a moment, but I supposed he wanted me to answer, so I said, “I kissed Antonio a few times and he touched my breasts a few times, but that’s all I’ve ever done before you.”
Silence filled the dark room. My heartbeat accelerated, the thud-thud seemingly louder by the second. I could hear Dante’s rhythmic breathing, no sign that he was sexually aroused—except for the proof straining to attention before my face. “I want you to suck my cock, Valentina.”
His thumb brushed my lips, then slipped between them, parting them slightly. He waited, and I nudged his thumb with my tongue before sucking on it lightly, hoping he’d take it as the confirmation that it was. He moved even closer until his tip grazed my lips. Dante’s thumb stroked my chin, his palm still cupping my cheek. “Lick around the tip.” I darted my tongue out and trailed it around his head. Dante’s breathing hitched, but that was the only sign that my actions had an effect on him. “Now lick up to the top and dip 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 parted my lips without hesitation. I was glad for Dante’s orders. That way at least I wasn’t left to fumble around and embarrass myself. He slid the head of his cock into my mouth, so 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 trailed his thumb up until it brushed the spot where his cock disappeared between my lips. “I like my cock in your mouth,” he said in a low voice. “And I love 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 eased himself into me inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I reached out for his erection. There were still a couple of inches of him that I couldn’t fit into my mouth. Dante pulled back slightly, then thrust a few times into me, his palm on my face keeping me steady. “With some practice maybe you can take all of me into your mouth, but for now this is enough.” I quivered with arousal. Could someone come from giving someone else a blow job?
Dante withdrew his erection from my mouth and stroked my lips with his thumb again. “Lie back.” 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 they would go. “Put your heels on the edge of the bed.”
God, I knew what he was going to do. I’d read so many things about it, but I couldn’t even imagine how it would feel.
I was glad for the dark. That way I didn’t feel quite so exposed. He eased his palms under my butt and lifted me slightly. I stopped breathing when I felt his warm breath on my wet folds. Dante licked around my outer lips slowly. I bucked my hips, but Dante ignored my silent pleading and kept up his torturous teasing. “Dante,” I said pleadingly.
He squeezed my ass and pulled back. “No.”
I pressed my lips together, and then finally he trailed his tongue along my slit in one long stroke. I moaned, not caring if that counted as speaking or not. He alternated between quick and light strokes, and firm but slow licks until I was panting and on the verge of climax. My hands shot out and I buried them in Dante’s hair, wanting to press him tighter against me. Dante resisted. His thumbs trailed up my folds and parted them. With the tip of his tongue he lightly circled my clit until I started shaking, seconds away from tumbling over the edge. He sat back without warning. It took all my self-control to stay silent.
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
My eyes grew wide with surprise, but I rolled over and knelt on the bed.
“Lower yourself to your elbows.”
I did. Now my butt was raised into the air. The position felt strange, and even more exposed than the one before. Dante nudged my legs apart until I could feel the cold air on my opening from behind, and then his lips were back on my center. I cried out with pleasure as Dante dipped his tongue into me and started fucking me at a leisurely pace. I could feel every move of him in me, the slight roughness of his tongue, the way he curled the tip when he was deep in me. I dropped my face into the sheets to stop more embarrassing noises from escaping my lips, but when Dante slipped a hand around my front and began teasing my clit with his fingers, even the sheets couldn’t stifle my moans and gasps. I jutted my ass out even more, my fingers scratching over the mattress as my orgasm exploded outward from my core, numbing and heightening my senses seemingly at the same time. I sucked in ragged breaths. My skin was damp with perspiration and my heart beat frantically in my chest. I lifted my head to breathe more easily.
Dante was gone from behind me, but before I could glance over my shoulder to see what he was doing, his fingers grasped my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. Then his erection pushed against my entrance, and my body seized up with surprise and nerves.