He was good. The wicked words he'd spewed had been like sending shots of electricity to an overloaded circuit. I thought I might explode if he kept taunting me.
With a forced laugh, I placed one hand on my hip. "You assume the offer is still on the table, after all these years?"
"I know the offer is still on the table." The man was arrogant, but he was absolutely right. If there were a table, I would have been spread out like a buffet. "I asked you a question, Erica." I hesitated for a second, but then I nodded. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes." And in spite of everything, I did. He would never intentionally hurt me. And every fiber of my being knew he would make this as enjoyable as possible.
"Then we do this my way, understand?" I swallowed down the nerves that bubbled up my throat and nodded. "Take your robe off."
I blinked several times and remained motionless. He reclined in the chair and draped one arm over the back, watching me with one eyebrow cocked, like he was expecting me to dart out of the room any second. Part of me wanted to run, but a bigger part needed him to relieve the unbearable ache growing between my legs.
I stared down at my red toenail polish while I tugged apart the two strands of fabric at my waist. The robe fell open, and before I lost my nerve, I forced it from my shoulders and to the ground. It gathered in a silky pool at my feet.
Dante's hiss drew my gaze.
"God, you're beautiful. How have you managed to go this long without being properly fucked?"
"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I take care of my needs just fine."
"Show me," he said with quiet authority. He crossed his long legs at the knee, his comfortable posture in sharp contrast to his dirty command.
"What?" I squeaked out.
"I want to watch you touch yourself."
Burgeoning arousal erupted between my legs. I had never masturbated in front of a guy, and I wasn't about to start now. "That's not happening."
"Don't be shy, Erica. There's nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to get herself off."
I hesitated, because it seemed more intimate than sex.
"Who's in charge?" He sounded so calm and collected that I wanted to scream. "Should I go?" He gestured to the door and started to rise from the chair.
"Fine," I said, cheeks flaming. I walked to the bed and gave myself a silent pep talk before laying prone on the bed.
There was no way I could look at Dante, so I clenched my eyes shut as I let my legs fall open. His groan rumbled all the way across the room and kissed my flushed skin. I could only imagine what I looked like spread out on that bed, but I forced it from my mind.
Any self-consciousness I had disappeared the second I touched myself. I licked my dry lips and focused on the sensations I created with my fingertips. The knowledge that Dante watched only heightened the excitement.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you are?" The low rumble of his voice next to my ear shocked me and I snapped my eyes open. I hadn't heard him move, but now he hovered over me. "Don't stop," he ordered.
With deliberate motions that seemed meant only to entice, he removed his shirt and pants while I continued to touch myself. I stared at the sleek lines of his chest and the defined ripples of his abs. I trailed my free hand up and over the hard ridges of his torso, loving the way his muscles shuddered under my fingertips.
"Do you imagine me fucking you when you make yourself come?"
"Yes," I whispered. Dante's smile gleamed in the dim light as his eyes licked over every inch of my body.
He ran a finger through the glossy apex of my sex, moaning his approval. Raising his hand to his mouth, he tasted me, eyes fluttering shut like I was the most delicious thing on the planet. His fingers found my pussy again, playing beside my own.
"You're so wet. I can't wait to have you wrapped tight around me." I could have come from his words, alone, but then he thrust a finger inside me, and my hips exploded off the bed.
"I'm going to come."
"Not yet," he murmured, so confident I almost whined. He stroked me several times, his eyes never wavering from mine, as if he were memorizing every subtle change in my facial expression. When he found my most sensitive spot, I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow. "Do you like that?"
"Yes. Please. I need to come." Ignoring my plea, he continued to tease me with his finger while he dipped down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled the tip, tugging it taut between his lips. I writhed beneath him, my hands falling to my sides to grip the sheets. "I want you inside of me, Dante."
"We have all night, and I plan on being inside of you most of it. But, I have to get you ready, or I'm going to hurt you."
It made sense. I did my best to relax while Dante worked me over with his finger and mouth. When he thrust a second finger inside me, I came apart. My hips and butt tensed with the force of the orgasm, spasm after spasm forcing his fingers deeper.
Before I had even stopped shaking, he dove between my legs, sucking my still-pulsing nub into his mouth. I cried out and tried to push him away, but he gripped my hips, unwilling to relinquish his hold.
"Better than I remembered," he hummed between my legs. He softened his touch, flicking me with tender strokes that had me building towards another orgasm within seconds.
My guttural cry drowned out the soft music playing in the background as a second, more powerful rush of sensation overcame me. Dante pulled back and watched from between my legs as I shook and twitched with the force of my second orgasm.
"I could watch you come every second of every day, for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn't be enough."
My cheeks were on fire. Dante had brought me to orgasm, twice, in a matter of minutes. Before I could ponder it further, he crawled up my body, licking and nipping, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. By the time he reached my lips, I was a trembling mass of renewed need.
Lush eyelashes framed his tar-black eyes, and he gazed at me with such intensity I had to force myself not to look away. The hard bulge of his cock pressed against me through the thin fabric of his boxers and a prickling of fear tore through me. He must have seen the panic on my face because he shushed me with a soft kiss.
A sigh slipped from my mouth, which he devoured with his own. He used his plush lips to tease and taste mine. Masterfully.
After he had kissed me breathless, he pulled back. "You know we don't have to do this. If you're still not sure, say the word, and we'll stop."
I palmed his face, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. "No. I'm sure. I want this."
"Thank God," he murmured. He hopped off the bed and pushed his boxers down. The second his erection sprang free my mouth went dry. That was not going to fit inside me. Before I lost my nerve, he forced a condom down his length and moved over me.
"You're so wet. I can't wait to be inside you."
"Let's get it over with, then," I whispered. The crown of his cock played at my entrance and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.
"Erica, look at me." I opened my eyes, surprised to see a small smile teasing his lips. "We're not getting anything over with. It will hurt at first, but I promise if you relax, I'll make you feel good." I nodded and kept my eyes peeled to his as he inched in further. "Oh, fuck, you're so tight."
The pressure was overwhelming and I winced. "It hurts."
"I know. Give it a second. I promise it will get better."
I wanted to believe him, but the raw burning was impossible to ignore. His arms trembled and sweat beaded his brow. "Am I hurting you?" I asked.
"Fuck, no. You feel so good. It's just torture, taking it slow."
"Then don't."
His eyes glossed over and he thrust into me with one sharp swivel of his hips until he was seated so deep my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
"Oh," I cried out.
I squirmed and bucked under him, but he held me steady, shushing me while I grew accustomed to the stark fullness. He licked my collarbone and trailed kisses up my neck, sucking the tender lobe of my ear to distract me.
"You feel so good. Better than I ever imagined. Do you know how badly I've wanted this?" I nodded because I couldn't utter a single word. He ran his hand between us and caressed the key to my pleasure, which lessened the pain, stroke by tender stroke. "Relax, babe. Let me make you feel good."
I closed my eyes and focused on the hum of the ocean in the distance and the soft rush of the ceiling fan above us. He pulled out and rocked back in, setting a languid pace. Within seconds the burning had morphed into an intense ache that was amplified by each of his thrusts.
"Better?" he asked with a moan.
"Yes. It feels better."
"Look at me, Erica." I opened my eyes, gazing into the lust-ridden abyss of his. "I want you to come, again."
He circled my clit with increased pressure and I arched my hips, needing more of everything. The hard length of him pressing against every part of me, the tender sweep of his fingertips on my sensitive flesh, the sweltering heat of his ragged breath on my neck. When he leaned over and bathed my nipple with sharp flicks of his tongue, he flipped a switch. Heat flooded my entire body, igniting a fire that detonated in my core.
"Dante," I screamed, digging my nails into his back as ripples of pleasure surged through me. My walls clamped around his cock, milking him, over and over. With a guttural groan, he thrust inside me one final time, throwing his head back as he pumped his release.
He slumped on top of me and nuzzled the crook of my neck as we both tried to catch our breath. I tickled my fingers over his back and across the dark ink of his tattoos. Even though he was crushing me, I welcomed his weight.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice muffled against my neck.
"Yes. Better than okay."
"Good," he murmured. With a grunt, Dante pulled out and sauntered to the bathroom, no hint of modesty in his steps. I couldn't move. I laid there, listening to the running water in the bathroom with eyes half-closed, contemplating the surreal events of the last twelve hours.
A few minutes later, he returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned between my legs with soft strokes. I tried to stop him, but he pushed my hands away.
"Thank you," he said, sincerity softening his voice.
"For what?"
"For entrusting me with something so precious."
His lips found mine and he kissed me so tenderly I almost cried.