Tears started to flow down Sarah’s cheeks as she nodded again. The intensity of his emotions was flowing from him to her, waking the same response that had been inside her for a while now. She hadn’t acknowledged it because she was afraid of getting hurt, but she knew if she lost Dante, her entire world would go dark. Her defenses shattered as the tears flowed. She wasn’t thinking analytically. Dante treated her like a woman, and she was reacting with her heart. When it came to him, it was as though her brain totally disconnected and her heart took over her thinking for her.
“Third, I need to fuck you so desperately that I can’t get myself off one more time. It’s a damn poor substitute. I need you. Lying in bed every single night and not being able to touch you has been torture. I’m healed. The only reason I didn’t fuck you was because I knew I needed to be in condition to protect you, and I needed to heal fast. I also didn’t want to do a half-assed job of satisfying you. Understand?”
Like that could really happen. Dante could satisfy her with just his touch. But she nodded anyway, her tears escaping from her eyes unchecked, the water from the shower mingling with her teardrops.
“Fourth?” she prompted after he was silent for moment, his intense stare making her squirm with carnal longing. She felt like she’d waited forever to be with this man, and she couldn’t wait a moment longer.
“There is no goddamn fourth,” he growled as his mouth covered hers.
Sarah yanked at her restrained hands as she met his tongue with a muffled cry. Dante held her spellbound, oblivious to anything happening around her except the heat of his mouth on hers, his tongue branding her. Her need to touch him was so intense that she was whimpering into his mouth again, and she jerked furiously at her wrists, unable to escape his iron hold.
“What’s wrong?” Dante demanded as he pulled his mouth from hers, panting.
“I have to touch you, Dante. Please,” she begged, needing him to release her hands so she could explore his body now that he was healed. That desire was so intense that it was actually physically painful.
“I won’t last if you do,” he warned, but he released her hands and slid his hands down her back and finally cupped the cheeks of her ass. “But I still want you to. Touch me, Sarah.”
Sarah didn’t waste any time spearing her hands through his wet hair, luxuriating in the feel of his body as she pulled his mouth to hers again. She moaned against his mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip and then licked it soothingly. Sarah shivered with pleasure as she ran her hands over his shoulders and explored the sculpted muscles of his back. His tight ass was pure perfection, and when her hands landed there, she squeezed him tightly.
“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re killing me,” Dante rasped as Sarah buried her face in his neck and nipped at his skin.
“Fuck me, Dante. I need you,” she pleaded in a husky voice next to his ear.
His big body shuddered as he pulled her into the full jets of the shower, turning her around in his arms and cradling her back against his chest. “Soon. I have to make you come first.” His voice was deep and demanding, vibrating along the sensitive flesh of her ear. “Let me show you how many ways your body can be pleasured. Have you ever touched yourself in the shower?”
Sarah shook her head fiercely, his blunt questions not even embarrassing her anymore. Her body was too heated, too desperate for Dante.
“I love seeing you like this,” Dante crooned in her ear as he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples just hard enough for Sarah feel a jolt of electricity shoot straight to her core. “So hot and so needy for me to make you come.”
“Yes,” she moaned, carnal desire coiled so tightly in her body that she had to find relief or die of frustration.
Dante ran a hand down her abdomen and toyed with her *, slowly penetrating her folds with his finger. “Touch your breasts. Do whatever feels good,” he instructed, running a fingertip up and down the slit in her folds, not quite going where she needed him.
Cupping her own breasts, Sarah pinched and stroked her nipples, still needing more. “Please,” she implored, feeling like she was going to self-destruct.
“I like watching you pleasing yourself, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Just enjoy this,” he said in a soothing voice as his fingers invaded her heat. “Christ. You’re so hot. Do you know what it does to me knowing that I’m the only man who has ever seen you like this?”
Sarah knew her core was slick, warm, and pulsating beneath his fingers. She could feel the drumming of her accelerated heartbeat in her ears as she leaned back, letting his muscular body support her. “Only you,” she agreed with a whimper.
I need more. I need more.
Dante gave her exactly what she needed as he opened her folds and exposed her throbbing clit to the jetting water, moving her body until she was a prisoner to the pounding force against the vulnerable bundle of nerves.
“Oh, God,” Sarah cried out, pinching her nipples harder as the coil in her belly started to unfurl.
Dante invaded her channel with his fingers, pumping them in and out like a lover’s cock.