Dario

 

 

Back in our hotel suite, I progressed toward Chanel, who started a slow retreat and began to laugh. “You know everybody is waiting to celebrate.”

“Stop running,” I said, moving with her. “Your man is horny.”

“But . . .”

“The only butt is this one,” I said, grabbing a chunk of her lusciousness in my palm.

“Ohh wee,” she stated, trying her best to get away. “You are something else.”

“You’re something else. That’s why I’m like this,” I said, looking down at my man of steel. “And you have way too many clothes on right now.”

“Dario,” she said softly. “You were supposed to take your shower so we could go and hang out for a bit before heading home tomorrow.”

“I took my shower and I am hanging . . . so, let’s take this off.”

Chanel shook her head at me, all the while looking up into my eyes. She knew that I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I wanted her and when she turned her back to me so that I could undo her dress, it was clear that she wanted me too.

“You just finished fighting, baby, aren’t you interested in celebrating and then resting and all that kinda stuff?”

“I’m interested in celebrating, alright. Not so much resting and all that kinda stuff.”

I unzipped her dress starting at the nape of her neck and at the first sight of flesh, my lips were right there to cover it with kisses. My free hand was wrapped around Chanel, holding her in place. I could feel the rise and fall of her abdomen against my hand. As rock hard as my dick was, and as ready as I was to be smothered by her walls, we had all the time in the world and there was no need to rush.

When the dress was zipped all the way to the curve of her back and at the arch of her ass, I pulled it around her beautiful mound and allowed it to fall to the floor. I turned her around to me and bent down to kiss her soft lips. As we kissed, I ran my finger along her warm slit and became even more aroused by the slippery goodness, begging to be tasted.

As Chanel moaned against my mouth, I knew it was time. I lifted her and carried her to the king-sized bed that would be our playground for the next few hours. Once I laid her down, I wasted no time sending my tongue to swim laps across her beautiful pussy. Her taste was sweet and the scent was just as inviting. I sucked and sucked until I felt the swelling of her meat poking at my lips. From the angle of Chanel’s pussy, it was clear that her back was arched and that only drove my excitement more. I locked my forearms around her thighs and sealed her bud between my lips, savoring her nectar until I felt her nails digging into my scalp.

Her screams and her pleas for more, was as sexy as shit got. I tortured her slowly, but in ways that I knew she loved. Pleasing her was always on my agenda so knowing that she was in a moment of ecstasy was all I really needed. When her labia thrust forward in response to her orgasms, I eased up slightly to allow her to catch her breath, and when she was at the peak’s edge, I revisited the pace that first led her to that erotic place. Her legs trembled against my arms, her voice quivered as she called out to me, and in the middle of the beautiful chaos I abandoned my position.

“Baby . . .” she whined. “Why . . .?”

But without giving her a chance to complete her inquiry, I fed my starving erection into her cove.

I swear to God that the moment her wet heat surrounded my dick, I wanted to bust my nut right then and there. With a sensation like that, there wasn’t too much else that could be done. So, against my better wishes, and for the first time in my life . . . I was forced to became a minute man! I couldn’t help it. It was like my dick was wrapped in the warmest of blankets and being moisturized with the most exotic cream life had to offer.

 

~*~*~

 

“Ohhh, that felt so damn good, baby. You beat up that dude and then came and beat the box!”

I burst into heavy laughter when she exclaimed those words. “Beat the box, baby?! Really?!”

She stretched her body, and kicked her feet around for emphasis. “Yesss, boy. You did that. You beat his ass and then came and showed me no mercy. Shit, you sure you ready to retire?”

“I’m ready to retire for sure. I’m done in the ring. And hold on. You act like that’s the only time that you ever got that star treatment,” I said, ego slightly bruised.

“Stop it. No need to get that ego all effected when this ego is so damn amazing.” She grabbed my member into her hand and began to massage. “This is some magic for real.”

 “What you have down there is what’s magic,” I commented. I leaned up on one elbow and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Crazy as hell how life happens, huh?”

“So damn crazy,” she cosigned. “And so beautiful at the same time. I mean, we are family. Family, baby. Can you believe that?” she asked in awe.

“I can believe it. It’s a beautiful thing. How is it for you with Rai deciding to change his last name to Severide?”

“I’m okay with it. I mean, it is his father’s last name, after all. And besides, he kept Norwood too—as his middle name,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at me. “So, he didn’t all the way abandon me.”

“He’ll never abandon you. He loves you to the moon and back a million times.”

“I know he does, Dario. I don’t worry about that at all. I’m seriously very happy that Rai knows the other side of his family. And to know that it’s connected to you is way more than I could’ve ever asked for.” She turned to me and stared for a few seconds before continuing. “It makes so much sense how the two of you had that instant connection. I had zero reason to question it at first because it just seemed natural and good. But do you ever think that—”

“Lucas made that happen?”

“Yeah, that . . .” she said.

“I do. I feel in some kind of way that he brought you guys to me.”

“Me too.”

“And now that I have you guys, I’m never letting you go.”

“And I don’t want you to either.” Chanel snuggled closer to my chest and cuddled as closely as she could, wrapping her arms around me tight. “I love you, Dario “DC” Caivano,” she mumbled, on her way into a deep sleep.

“I love you more, Chanel Norwood.”