Chapter Seven

 

Cara whimpered beneath the fierce pressure of Dante’s hot, firm mouth upon hers, his tongue parting her lips smoothly and invading the inside of her mouth. He pressed her up against the narrow wall that separated the bathroom and the closet, his tall, muscular body trapping her in place. Not, of course, that she had any intention of trying to escape his arms – especially since this was exactly where she’d dreamed of being for months now.

She had wanted this, craved this, since the very first time she’d seen the gorgeous, dark-haired man stroll casually past her desk on his way to visit Nick. She’d daydreamed about him taking her out on a date much like tonight’s, had fantasized about him kissing and caressing her just like he was doing now, had tried to imagine what it would feel like to be naked in bed with him, their limbs closely entwined, and his cock buried inside of her all-too-willing body. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him in closer, and she felt surrounded by him – his big, hard body pressing her against the wall, his hands roaming freely over her body. His skin was hot to the touch, and his scent – a combination of soap, a light cologne, and his own unique essence – was the most deliciously arousing fragrance she’d ever smelled.

“Ah, God,” she gasped as one of his hands cupped her swollen, achy breast, his thumb brushing over the ultra-sensitive nipple. “Yes, please, please!”

The sound that escaped Dante’s throat sounded a lot like a growl, and he responded to her breathless pleas by squeezing her breast more aggressively. He captured her lips in another hungry kiss, even as he began to rock his hips against the notch of her thighs, letting her feel the hard, huge bulge of his erection. Cara was lightheaded, dizzy even, from his demanding kisses, and she realized faintly that this was the first time in her life that she’d been kissed by a man. The high school and college boys whom she had kissed had all been rank amateurs when compared to Dante’s finesse, which had undoubtedly been honed from years and years of experience.

“Let me see you,” he rasped in her ear, his hands deftly lowering the zipper of her dress.

The top half of the dress spilled from her shoulders and was caught up just below the hips, baring her upper body to his hot gaze. Cara gasped as he deliberately trailed a finger along the exposed curves of her breast, and she offered up a silent prayer of thanks that she’d followed Mirai’s advice and bought new undies.

“God, your tits are gorgeous,” whispered Dante, just before bending his dark head to press a kiss to the top of her cleavage. “And I love a woman in black lace. Though not quite as much as I enjoy taking it off of her.”

He made quick work of the sexy black lace bra, unhooking it before tossing it aside, and then cupping both of her full, round breasts in his big hands. Cara’s head fell back limply against the wall, and her breathing grew even more erratic as his tongue flicked over one of her nipples. As if of their own volition, her hands slid into his hair, holding his head to her breasts as he sucked first one and then the other nipple between his lips. With one hand he pushed her dress down past her hips to pool at her feet, revealing the lower half of her body now as well.

She was too aroused, too dazed by his kisses and caresses, to be self-conscious about her less than flat belly, or slightly chubby thighs, or all of the other figure flaws she normally fretted about. It was obvious that he was really, really good at this, that he knew exactly how and where to touch her, and how to bring her right to the edge without much effort on his part. But when his hand slid down to cup her vulva through her panties, he seemed startled.

“Jesus, you’re so wet, honey,” he murmured in her ear, sliding his hand inside the black lace undies that matched the already discarded bra. “So sweet. I’ll bet you’re nice and tight, too, aren’t you?”

“Ohhh.” Cara’s pelvis bucked up against his body as he slid his index and middle fingers inside of her drenched slit. She couldn’t remember ever being this aroused, this wet, and she grasped his muscular forearms for support as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her vagina.

“Tight as a fist,” Dante purred. “Just like I thought. I can’t wait to see how this snug little pussy is going to feel clamped around my cock. But since it’s your birthday, let me make you feel good first, hmm?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to confess that he’d been already been making her feel very, very good. But when his thumb brushed knowingly over the hard nub of her clitoris, the only sound that escaped her lips was a long, low moan, followed by a startled gasp as the orgasm took over her body. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up as her legs shook in reaction, and then pressed a kiss to her flushed cheek.

“Easy, honey,” he soothed, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “Man, you’re a hot little thing, aren’t you? I barely touched you and you just went off. Wait until I have you in bed. Where is it, by the way?”

“Huh?” Cara wondered dazedly if she looked as out of it as she felt. It had been a really long time since she’d had any sort of orgasm – much less a really, really good one like she’d just experienced. “Where’s what?”

Dante chuckled. “Your bed, honey. This wall isn’t exactly wide enough – or strong enough – for the way I’m planning to fuck you. We need to get horizontal – and quickly. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone, and, well, you can feel for yourself how much I need to be inside of you.”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch, where his erection was visibly straining against the fabric of his suit pants. Awestruck by the sheer size of him, Cara ran her palm up and down the thick length of his cock, pleased to hear the indrawn hiss of his breath as she gave him a little squeeze.

“Temptress,” he growled, clamping his fingers around her wrist and stilling the motion. “Enough of that or I’ll take you right here against the wall. So I strongly suggest we head to your bedroom pronto.”

“Um, about that.” She glanced to her left uncertainly. “There – there isn’t a bedroom. Or a bed. At least, not a real bed. I mean, it’s a bed, but more like a futon.”

“A futon.” Dante closed his eyes a moment and shook his head. “For God’s sake. Seriously?”

“I’m sorry,” replied Cara meekly. “But it’s actually really comfy. And it will just take me a minute or two to open it up.”

Before he could protest, she hurried over to the aforementioned futon, so intent on her task that she completely forgot she was more or less naked save for the lacy panties and her high heeled sandals. She converted the futon from sofa to bed in record time before stretching out on top of the fabric covered mattress and patting the space beside her.

“There. All done,” she announced cheerfully. “Told you it would only take a minute.”

But Dante didn’t reply, merely raked his hot gaze over her prone body, seeming to linger on the heavy swell of her breasts. She gulped when their eyes met, almost recoiling at the lustful expression on his sinfully handsome face. He continued to hold her gaze captive as he undressed, his movements swift but unhurried at the same time, and Cara’s mouth watered as more and more of his bare flesh was revealed.

His male body was beautiful – a true work of art, she thought dazedly as he peeled off his suit jacket, tie, and shirt in quick succession. His chest, shoulders, and arms were heavily muscled and well defined, visible evidence that he worked out frequently. His abs were rock hard, and looked like they’d been chiseled from a slab of marble. His skin was the same dark olive tone as his face, his body hair as black as that on top of his head.

He made quick work of the rest of his clothing, until he was clad only in a pair of gray cotton briefs. As he picked up his suit jacket to retrieve something from the inside pocket, Cara’s eyes were glued to the massive swell of his penis where it strained to be free of the tight, confining underwear. She couldn’t suppress the little whimper that escaped her lips when he discarded his final article of clothing, baring his magnificent body entirely to her hungry gaze, and especially that rather intimidating cock.

Dante eased himself onto the mattress gingerly, as though to test the sturdiness of the futon, before pulling her into his embrace and re-claiming her lips. She instantly forgot any uncertainty she might otherwise have felt at her relative inexperience with sex, and for once didn’t think to feel embarrassed about her less than ideal body. Especially not when the hot, hunky guy beside her on the mattress didn’t seem to give a hoot that her butt was on the generous side, or that she had a definite Buddha belly.

Dante’s hands were roaming all over her body – cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, tunneling into her hair to hold her head still for his kiss. Their legs were entwined, her boobs all but crushed against his chest, as she somewhat timidly began to touch him in return. His skin was so hot that she nearly jerked her hand away in reaction, but Cara found it impossible to resist caressing the broad expanse of his upper back, those beautifully defined biceps, or those sculpted abs that could have belonged to a Greek god – or, in his case, a Roman one.

He eased her onto her back, rising above her almost intimidatingly as he spread her thighs apart. The veins in his fully erect penis were visibly throbbing by now, his need for her more than obvious. Cara licked her lips, wondering briefly how he would feel in her mouth, or just how deep she could take him. Her skills at performing oral sex weren’t exactly top notch, at least according to one of the guys she’d unwisely hooked up with after a drunken college party, but she sensed that Dante wouldn’t give a damn about how experienced she was. Once again she was reminded that he was a man, not a boy, and not just any man. He was handsome, well built, charming, sexy, considerate, and a really, really amazing kisser. And as he rolled a condom with practiced ease onto his cock, Cara shivered in anticipation of what a fantastic lover he was sure to be.

Dante continued to rest on his haunches as he gazed down at her, then slowly trailed a single fingertip down between her breasts. “You are so fucking sexy,” he told her, his voice husky with lust. “Except that you’re still wearing too many clothes. These will definitely get in the way.”

She sucked in a breath as he worked the lacy black panties down over her legs until they landed on the floor. He made quick work of unbuckling her high heeled sandals, then took an extra moment or two to give her right foot a little squeeze.

“You have such tiny little feet,” he mused. “You know what they say about a man’s shoe size being equal to the size of his dick? I always wondered if the same was true for a woman. Let’s find out, hmm?”

He took hold of his straining cock and placed the tip at the opening of her body, then eased himself inside a little at a time. Cara gasped with each gradual thrust, wondering dizzily how much more she could possibly take, glancing down to where their bodies were joined worriedly.

“Easy, honey,” he soothed, his hand rubbing her hip reassuringly. “Has it been awhile for you?”

She nodded, closing her eyes in embarrassment that he could tell how inexperienced she was. “Uh, huh. Al-almost two years.”

“Shh.” Dante leaned over her, his bare chest pressed flush against her breasts as he kissed her cheek tenderly. “Then I’ll go easy this first time, okay? Even though what I really want is to fuck you until you’re screaming my name at the top of your lungs.” He cupped her breast, brushing his thumb over the nipple. “But considering how tight you feel, and how long it’s been for you, that will have to wait for the next time. Easy now, hmm?”

“Ahhh!”

Cara dug her fingernails into the futon mattress, her hips lifting off the bed as he thrust deeper this time, until he was buried snugly inside her tight, wet pussy. It had, in fact, been such a long time since she’d had sex that it seemed her body had all but forgotten what it felt like. And she’d never, ever, had a partner as well endowed as Dante, never had sex with someone who obviously knew exactly what he was doing.

She willingly let him take charge, let him lift one then the other leg to wrap around his hips, a movement that only intensified the sensations he was coaxing from her body. For a short while he levered himself up over her prone form, his hands braced on either side of her as he fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, staring down at her the entire time and compelling her to maintain eye contact. And then he lowered himself until their bare skin connected, the coarseness of his chest hair abrading her sensitive nipples, as the force and rapidity of his thrusts increased. The last coherent thought Cara could summon up before he took her over the edge was that if this was what he considered “going easy” on her, she wasn’t at all sure she’d be able to handle anything more intense.

And then any sort of thinking was off the table as she felt the unfamiliar approach of her climax – unfamiliar because she’d never been able to orgasm vaginally before, only through the stimulation of a hand and/or tongue. It was far, far more intense this way, touching every nerve ending in her body, and causing her toes to curl up in reaction at the same moment his name escaped her lips. It wasn’t the scream he’d wanted, barely more than a whisper, but Dante seemed more than satisfied with her response.

“Cara bella,” he murmured hoarsely in her ear, his big body still thrusting into hers as he prolonged his own release. “Cara mia. So sweet, so responsive. So lovely.”

She clutched his shoulders as the spasms continued to reverberate through her body, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck as she did so. That small, innocent gesture, however, proved to be all Dante needed to climax himself, and he was nowhere near as quiet as she’d been. The somewhat rickety futon frame shook with the power of his release, his big body shuddering almost violently as he came, his dark head thrown back as he shouted out incoherent words. Cara peeked up at him and couldn’t suppress a gasp at how magnificent he looked this way, how primitive and male – the muscles in his arms and abs contracting, the fine layer of sweat that covered his chest and face, his dark hair curling damply around his beautiful face. Instinctively, she cupped his cheek, silently offering him solace, and he emitted a long, low groan as he claimed her swollen lips yet again in a deep, almost savage kiss.

He collapsed onto the mattress next to her, breathing heavily, one sinewy arm draped over her torso as if to hold her in place.

‘Like I’d want to actually move anytime soon,’ she thought dreamily. ‘Or ever, for that matter.’

She rested her head on his shoulder, not quite able to believe that it was actually Dante beside her – the guy she’d been crushing on and fantasizing about for more than six months. Cara had an admitted weakness for hot guys, had been gullible and naïve in the past when it came to her choice in men, but she knew somehow that Dante was different from any other guy she’d ever met. And it wasn’t just because he was older, more sophisticated, more experienced. No, it was simply because he was a genuinely nice guy, someone who treated women with respect and consideration, and who cared about the feelings of others. And even if he’d only taken her out to dinner tonight – and to bed afterwards – because he felt sorry for her spending her birthday alone – well, Cara didn’t really care very much. Because if she was only to have this one night with him, what a night it had turned out to be! This night had far surpassed any expectations she might have harbored, never having anticipated that Dante might actually be physically attracted to her. It was, she thought dreamily, the best birthday present ever!

Dante lifted his head from the mattress with a groan before pressing a kiss to her shoulder and smoothing the long, tumbled mass of her hair off her neck. “Hey,” he murmured, smiling at her gently. “You doing okay there, honey?”

Cara smiled back at him. “Oh, yeah. Way more than okay. That was – beyond words, you know? Which considering how much I can babble at times is pretty rare for me.”

He laughed. “I don’t mind your babbling, as you call it,” he assured her. “I told you before I like the fact that you’re so open and honest. Don’t ever stop doing that, okay? You have no idea how refreshing it is to know someone who doesn’t play dumb emotional games or pretends to be something they aren’t.”

She nodded. “I promise. Mostly because I’ve never been very good at playing any sort of games – emotional or otherwise. My dad was disappointed when I proved to be a total klutz at soccer and too short to play basketball and decided to take ballet and tap classes instead.”

Dante scowled. “The more I hear about this father of yours the less I like him. So we should probably stop talking about him. Be right back, okay?”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead before easing himself off the futon and heading in the direction of the bathroom. Cara could hear sounds of running water, and shivered a little without either bedcovers or Dante’s body heat. Belatedly she became aware of the fact that she was stark naked, with all of her “jiggly bits” on full display, and was thankful for the dim lighting of the room. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, and then wrapping her arms around her shins. This position wouldn’t hide everything, but it helped.

Dante strode out of the bathroom, having disposed of the condom, and walked over to the futon proudly naked. Cara’s mouth watered at the sight he made – all hard, rippling muscle, smooth olive skin, and chiseled features. She still couldn’t quite believe that someone as gorgeous and hunky and hot as he was had just made love to her so thoroughly and with such passion. She knew without being told that Dante could have most any woman he set his sights on, that women would flock to him without the slightest bit of encouragement. And out of the countless number of women in this city he could have had sex with tonight, for some baffling reason he’d chosen her – naïve, geeky, and insecure Cara with her ever increasing list of body flaws and other shortcomings. It was only the unfamiliar soreness of her private parts that served as confirmation that it had, in fact, been her that Dante had chosen as his lover this evening.

He sat down on the mattress beside her, this time tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.

“I should be going,” he told her gently. “It’s late, and I’m pretty sure I wore you out a little while ago.”

She unsuccessfully stifled a yawn. “Um, maybe a little,” she admitted. “But I don’t mind in the least. It’s, well, a good tired, you know?”

Dante grinned wickedly. “Yeah, I do know. In fact, it was so good that I think we ought to do it again. Not,” he added, holding up a hand, “tonight, however. I could tell it’s been awhile for you, honey, and even though I went easy you’re probably going to be a little sore. Besides, I didn’t exactly plan on this happening, and only had the one condom. But I would like to see you again. Tomorrow night, in fact, if you’re free.”

Cara gaped at him in astonishment. “T-tomorrow? Really? I didn’t think you’d want to – I mean, yes, yes, of course I’m free! I’d love to see you again tomorrow night.”

He tapped her playfully on the bridge of her nose. “There’s that honesty I like so much again. The more time I spend around you the more I’m convinced that you wouldn’t know how to be anything but completely open and spontaneous. So tell me – how does pizza and a movie sound?”

She wondered if her features looked as awestruck as she felt. “They sound great.”

Dante stood and began to pull his clothes on. “Any particular movie you’ve been wanting to see?”

She shrugged, not wanting to admit how long it had been since she’d gone out to see a movie given that her meagre budget wouldn’t stretch that far. “Not really. At least, I haven’t looked to see what’s out in the theaters right now. Was there something you had in mind?”

He looked a bit sheepish as he finished buttoning his shirt. “Uh, I don’t suppose you like action flicks, do you? There’s a new Fast and the Furious movie out that I’ve been wanting to see.”

Cara clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, I love those movies! The car chase scenes are the best ever! I’d love to see that with you.”

“Really?” he asked in disbelief. “You aren’t just saying that, are you?”

She shook her head vehemently. “Nope. If I didn’t like the idea I wouldn’t say so.”

Dante looked both relieved and pleased. “I’m not sure anyone I’ve ever dated before actually liked those sort of movies. As for the pizza, I know of a little family run place in North Beach that’s the best I’ve ever had. It’s something of a hole in the wall, so don’t expect much.”

“It sounds great,” enthused Cara. “And I’m not fussy about where we go.”

She didn’t add that she would go anywhere with him, no matter how casual or inexpensive the place was, because being with him was the real motivation and not the sort of meal they would have.

He was fully dressed now, making her even more aware of her own nudity, but Dante seemed not to mind in the least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening then,” he told her. “I hope you had a good time tonight. I know I did. But do me one favor, hmm?”

Cara nodded. “Sure. What is it?”

He winked at her. “Make sure this thing is already opened up when I pick you up, okay?” He nudged the wooden futon frame with his foot, and she laughed as she nodded in understanding.

He bent and gave her a hard, swift kiss before letting himself out the door. Less than a minute later she heard his car engine start up as he drove away.

Any disappointment she might have felt that he hadn’t stayed longer, or asked if he could stay the night, was allayed by the reminder that she would be seeing him again tomorrow evening. And that what had happened tonight was much more than just the best birthday ever – it was a dream come true.