Page 73 of Salvation

“Did you think of me?” She said softly.

“You’re avoiding the question, but I’ll play along,” I said, rubbing my nose up her neck and gently biting the bottom of her earlobe. She stumbled slightly, and I used it to my advantage, grabbing hold of her ass and pulling her tight against me. “I’ve thought of nothing but you,” I told her, meeting her gaze and locking my eyes onto hers. “I’d think of you above me, riding my cock slow and steady. Night after night, I’d think of all the times I was sinking into you. Hard and fast. Slow and deep. The times I had you begging for more. All the times I teased you, edging you, or giving you orgasm after orgasm.”

She groaned softly and thrust her hips forward, her breathing hitching in her throat. “What else?”

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head before she could protest. “I’d think of the way you’d grab yourtits right before you came,” I undid her bra and she moved her arms, helping me to slide it off her shoulders. I dropped it on the floor next to us and then brought my lips back to her neck, kissing along her collarbone and down to her chest. I followed the path between her tits, my fingers skimming down the side of her body, stroking along her curves. “I’d think of the way you’d wrap your tits around my cock when you were sucking it. I’d think of all the times they were covered in my cum.”

“Dante,” she breathed, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

I dropped to my knees and kissed down her stomach, all the way to the waistband of her trousers.

“I’d think of these legs wrapped around me, holding me tight as your fingers dug into my back,” I said, pushing the leggings down her legs. “I’d remember picking you up, pinning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around my head, your soft thighs against my cheeks, bracketing my face as I ate out your pussy until you were screaming and begging for more.”

She stepped out of her leggings and I pressed a kiss against the front of her thong, making her jump in response. Her hands moved to my shoulders, and I looked up at her, seeing her mouth slightly open and her eyes hooded.

I kissed my way back up her body, dragging my tongue along her stomach. She sucked in a sharp breath and breathed my name.

“I’d spend long, torturous nights remembering the taste of you. The smell of you. The way my name sounded on your lips. The way you’d give yourself to me so completely. I’d remember these,” I whispered, closing my mouth around one of her nipples and sucking tightly. “I’d remember how responsive you were to me. How I’d only need to come close to you and your nipples would harden.” I moved my head to her other nipple and repeated my movement.

She tipped her head back and let out a small moan that had my cock jerking, straining against my trousers to be free. I pulled away and blew cold air across her tits, making her suck in a sharp breath.

“But most of all,” I said, rising to my feet. I grabbed her chin and brought my face close to hers, my mouth hovering just over her parted lips. “I’d think about this,” I placed the smallest of kisses against her lips. “This fucking mouth haunts me. I’d think of it wrapped around my cock, deep throating me like a good girl. I’d think of you swallowing my cum, your tongue greedily taking every last drop.” I kissed her again, my tongue running along her lower lip before I drew it into my mouth and bit down gently. “Your mouth torments me, Rachel. I’d think of all the times you were screaming at me, and I’d still be fucking turned on by it. I’d think of all the dirty, filthy words I used to be able to get to spill from your lips. Every time I fucked my hand, it was always your smart, beautiful, sexy mouth that I thought about.”

She pushed forward, lips claiming mine in a way that burned through any restraint I had left. That kiss—wild, desperate—was the point of no return. I was done playing. I kissed her back, my tongue sliding against hers, my hands coming up to fist her hair, pulling her head back so I could deepen the kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew I was fucked.

I couldn’t stop now. Not now that I had tasted her. Not now that I had seen how responsive she still was. I had to have her one way or another.

Chapter 29

Rachel

I could barely breathe when Dante finally kissed me.

He had kissed every inch of skin that he uncovered when he stripped me, and said all the words I had been dying to hear.

I felt worshipped in a way I hadn’t before. I always knew he wanted me. I knew we had indescribable chemistry, but hearing him say those words had done something to me I hadn’t expected.

My pussy was soaked, throbbing and aching for his touch. My legs were already shaking, my knees weak, and I wanted nothing more than for him to sink his cock in me and fuck me like it was the last time he would ever have me.

I wanted all of him. I wanted him everywhere.

I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy, buried inside me so deep I’d forget where I ended and he began.

And yet I knew it would never be enough. No matter how many times we did this, it was never enough. I craved him all the time. Every day. Even when I tried to deny it, he was always in the back of my mind. He was always the man I thought about.

He pulled back from me and shot me a wicked grin that had my pussy tensing. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?” I breathed. I would fucking die if he put a stop to this now.

“I don’t want to hear how many times you’ve thought of me. I want to see it. I want you to show me exactly what you do when you slide those fingers inside that tight little pussy of yours, imagining it was my cock.”

Before I had the chance to respond, he spun us around and walked me backwards. I stumbled over my discarded clothes, and he picked me up, using my ass to push me against his body. My pussy rubbed against his jeans, and I couldn’t resist the urge to grind my hips, creating the most delicious friction as he walked us to the other end of the room.

He stopped and slid me back down his body and spun me around the second I was on my feet.

“Show me,” he challenged. I sucked in my breath when I saw we were in front of the long mirror that had been in the corner. “Show me how you touch yourself, Rachel. I want to see you fuck your pussy. I want to be here, feeling every jerk in your body, feeling every gasp of breath you take. I want to watch as you cum over your fingers, my name on your lips.”

I looked at him through the mirror and as soon as I saw the undisguised desire burning in his eyes, any hesitation I had melted away.

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