Page 112 of Wicked

“And what’s your conclusion?” Dante asks huskily.

As I rub my butt slowly against his hardening cock, I inhale. “You’re likely wise. I want to try everything, but pacing is…”

“Sustainable?” Dante asks low in my ear.

“Right,” I say.

Stop thinking about the dungeon.

Stop thinking about the dungeon.

Stop thinking about the dungeon.

Dante points out a shooting star, and for some reason, this time he beats me. “There!”

We watch it travel slowly across the sky, and it’s the best I’ve ever seen. The clearest and the longest traveling.

“You’re losing it,” Dante whispers an inch from my ear.

“I was distracted,” I say.

“Thinking about?”

“You… us…”

Screw it, I tell myself. Seize the day, because one day, it may not be here, like him.

As I roll over, I stare down at Dante. Slowly, I grab him by the hair, and I claim his mouth with mine. I do it roughly and deeply, like he sometimes does with me.

Our lips are crushed, and breathing becomes hard. I reach over, and I pull over the basket we’ve brought down. I then find the last condom beside the whiskey and hot chocolate.

After undoing Dante’s jeans and pulling them down in the moonlight, I cast them aside. I watch his eyes darken as I fist him and roll the condom down his shaft.

I look around, and I see Tito closer to the castle and watching the moon over the beach.

No one is anywhere near us, and we are alone.

As I climb on Dante, I lift the old-fashioned dress. It’s a plain white peasant style number I got in Rome and perfect for the task.

I swipe his crown against my wet opening, and I do it again, and again. As I get wetter and wetter, we stare each other out. Dante’s hands are on my butt, and he holds me in place.

As I place my hand on his jaw, I slip a thumb in his mouth.

He sucks on it hard, and I moan.

Dante then reaches up, and he places his own hand on my cheek. He then slips his thumb in my mouth as we suck each other, and eye fuck.

I swipe the most sensitive part of him, his crown, and I swipe it against my own most sensitive place, my clit.

I then feed him inside me slowly, and I catch my breath.

My heart pounds, and then I inhale and slide down his hard cock. As usual, our spare hands find each other, and our fingers lace together, becoming one.

I ride Dante’s big body and cock, and I have maximum control.

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from my face, and he rips my peasant dress down the front. He takes a breast, and he squeezes it perfectly, focusing on my hard, wanting nipple.

As I grind against Dante, and ride him faster, he reaches down, and he strokes my wet clit faster and faster.

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