45. AMANDA

“So what else did you talk about with my aunt?” Dante asks as his hands glide down my naked back on a slick coating of sunscreen.

“Nothing, really. She totally buys your playboy image, by the way.”

My mind isn’t really on the conversation. It’s on Dante’s powerful fingers, and all the places they’re going. He starts at my shoulders, kneading gently, then down my back, and finally to my ass. He lingers there, sliding his thumbs up and down, dangerously close to my slit.

“That figures,” he says. “She never spent any real time with me, even that year when she was regent before I turned twenty-one. All conversations with her are one-way.”

“I’ve noticed that,” I sigh as his hands head back up to my shoulders.

The feel of him against my skin is intoxicating, and the fact I’m lying naked outside on a lounger is making me wet already. My patience is wearing thin.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” he says.

“Yeah?” I say. “What’s that?”

“I have what you Americans call ‘mad skills’ in the playboy department.”

“We Americans also like to say ‘talk is cheap.’”

He stands up – I pout a bit as he takes his hands off me – and drops his swim shorts to the concrete pool deck. I turn my head to see his cock standing at full attention.

“I guess I’d better show you, then,” he says, kneeling beside me.

As he does, I raise myself up on all fours so that I’m eye-level with his manhood.

“Get to work,” I say.

He groans as I grab his shaft and draw it into my mouth. I do the same when his fingers finally find my pussy.

We’ve been working on this a lot over the past few days, and I’ve always been a quick learner. I work his sensitive head with my tongue as my free hand tugs at the base of his cock. He moans in appreciation.

Dante knows what I like, too: everything. He works his fingers in and out, stroking my clit while putting pressure on my G-spot with his thumb. I never knew I had one until he found it on our wedding night. Now, I want him to spend the rest of my life exploring it.

The ripples start building, getting stronger with each wave, as his fingers probe deeper inside me. Dante is such a generous lover – he wants me to get off as many times as possible before we get to the main event. He knows I’m trying to make up for lost time.

I push my groin towards his hand as my first orgasm starts. He increases the speed, adding extra fingers until I feel like I’m on fire. My breath catches in my throat as I buck my hips and ride the wave, over and over and over.

Dante said he was my puppet, but the truth is, I’m his. He can make me move and jump and squirm with the slightest touch.

I drop to my belly on the lounger, panting.

“God, you’re good,” I huff.

“See?” he says. “Skills.”

I roll over onto my back and spread my legs so that my feet are on the pool deck, opening myself wide to him. He stares at me, mouth open. I stare at him – it’s like looking at one of the statues in the palace gardens.

“What other skills do you have, baby?” I ask. “Show me.”

He leans forward and surprises me by lifting me off the lounger completely. His hands clasp my buttocks and pull me upwards until my face is level with his. As he does, I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Are you going to…?”

And then he does, lowering me onto his iron rod. I gasp at the sensation of fullness as I go lower and lower. Each time we fuck (God, I love saying fuck, it feels so good), I find myself able to take more and more of him in.

This time, I’m going for it all.

“More,” I whisper. “I want every inch of you inside me.”

He’s gentle about it, lifting me with those hydraulic arms of his as if I weighed nothing. Lift and drop, lift and drop. Each time going a bit deeper.

His hips move in time with each lift, making it a double whammy, up and down at the same time. Finally, I feel my opening brush against the hair of his groin.

“It feels like heaven,” he says.

My mouth opens for his and we wrestle our tongues, not moving down there for a while. I’m content for him just to be all the way inside me.

For a moment. But soon the need comes again, and I start to tilt my hips toward him, mashing my clit against his groin.

“Fuck me hard, Dante,” I whisper. “As hard as you can.”

Now that he has permission, he lets loose, gripping my ass and lifting me almost all the way off his cock, until only the head is left inside. Then he lowers me and raises his hips, thrusting himself all the way back in.

“Oh God,” I pant, gripping my arms around his neck for dear life.

With each thrust, he picks up speed, until I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. The pleasure is like a cloud that’s all around me, not just inside me.

As the momentum builds, I let go of my clutch around his neck and drop down until I’m at arm’s length, clasping my hands behind his neck. He tilts my ass up and towards him, so that now he’s pounding directly into my G-spot.

His speed is incredible, animalistic. Wave after wave flows over me and through me, filling me with a feeling of ecstasy. I finally manage to get my bearings after what seems like an eternity of frenetic motion.

My eyes open just in time to see Dante’s face flex into a mask of pure joy, right as I feel him go off inside me like a cannon.

We stand there, our heads against each other’s necks, breathing like the horses after a race at the Royal Ascot. My body shudders as aftershocks take over, but Dante holds me in place. We stand there a long time, him holding me tight, his cock deep inside me.

I can’t stop what comes next. I don’t want to stop, consequences be damned.

“Dante,” I whisper in his ear. “My prince. I love you.”

“Amanda,” he whispers back. “My princess. I love you, too.”