“I need to fuck you, but I don’t have a damn condom,” he grumbled, sounding frustrated.
Still trying to catch her breath, Sarah didn’t think this was the time to tell him that she was on the pill to regulate her periods, and she’d seen all of his medical records. They were both clean. And oh, how she wanted to feel him inside her. But he wasn’t ready for that kind of physical activity. “Undo me,” she told him again. “My arms are going numb.” Really, they weren’t. But she knew Dante would let her go immediately if he thought she was uncomfortable.
She was right. He rolled over and snatched the key from the bedside table and released the cuffs so fast that her arms dropped limply to the bed before she could support them.
“I’m sorry.” Dante rubbed her arms as though he were trying to return the circulation to her limbs.
“It’s fine.” She felt a little guilty because she had fibbed to him, but he really needed to stop pushing his body so hard. He’d thrown her over his shoulder like she was a featherweight, which she wasn’t. Everything he’d done today was just too much. And she’d been the recipient of all of the pleasure while he was hurting.
She watched as he put the cuffs back into the drawer along with the key before he turned back to her and cuddled her against his side, his breathing starting to return to normal. She touched his chest, lightly tracing the bruises still visible there and on his upper abdomen. “You’re hurting.”
He turned his head and grinned at her, the gold flecks in his eyes almost shimmering. “It was worth every second. It’s not that bad now.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “That’s because you’re at rest.” She looked down at his raging erection. “Well, most of you is resting,” she amended. Fascinated by the size and girth of him, she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking the velvety head with her thumb. The tip was dotted with moisture, and she swiped at it with her finger and lifted it to her mouth, sucking his flavor from her finger with small strokes of her tongue.
Dante was watching her intently, his eye turning to liquid flames.
“I want to taste you, Dante. Will you let me see if I can make you come with my mouth?” She’d never gone down on a man before, but she suddenly had a voracious appetite to sample Dante.
“I guarantee if you wrap those sweet lips around my cock, I’ll come,” Dante growled. “Probably in record time right now.”
There was nothing Sarah wanted more than to give him some of the same pleasure he’d given her tonight. He gave so much and asked for very little. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to give him something of herself. She turned her body and grasped his cock again. “Help me do it right,” she said hesitantly before licking over the tip.
She slowly moved her hand and wrapped her lips around the shaft, taking as much as she possibly could and applying suction as she pulled back.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think I need to teach you much,” Dante groaned, spearing his hand through her hair and guiding her head.
Sarah lost herself in the taste and smell of Dante, breathing him in as she kept taking him deeper and deeper with each downward stroke. His every groan of pleasure sent shivers through her body.
“That’s good, Sarah. So damn good,” he crooned to her. “Watching you go down on me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
Her eyes flew to his face. He had propped his head on the pillows, watching her as she pleasured him. Their eyes locked and held, but she didn’t stop. His intense look of pure ecstasy made her belly flutter with heat, and she moved faster, took him even deeper, adding more suction as she tightened her lips around his cock.
His hand gripped her hair tighter, and his head fell back against the pillow, breaking their eye contact. Cupping his balls gently, she started swirling her tongue on the tip of his cock every time she pulled back, bringing a strangled groan from his mouth. He started controlling the pace, urging her head with his hand to go faster.
Sarah could feel his pleasure like it was her own, understanding why he found satisfaction in making her orgasm. Her possessive instincts kicked her right in the gut, and she took his cock into her mouth like it belonged to her, claiming it, owning it.
“Oh, Christ. I’m going to explode, Sarah,” Dante told her in a harsh, graveled voice.
Come for me, Dante.
She needed to be the woman who satisfied him. After what he’d done to awaken her body, she was frenzied to do the same to him, desperate to taste his fulfillment.