Page 41 of Wicked

“Perfect,” I say, feeling drunker and better again.

I realize my refreshing and cold Campari is out of reach, and I open an eye. “Can you reach my drink?” The rogue does not move. “Dante?”

All of a sudden, he climbs from the bath, and he is dripping wet. I gulp as I see himcompletely naked. He walks across the wooden floor, and my jaw drops. I get a perfect view of his wet, sculpted body and firm butt.

As he returns, my gaze drops from his dark eyes to his perfect jaw, stunning shoulders, impeccable six pack, V, and finally to his semi-hard cock.

It is thick and far larger than I imagined. My heart stops as I study his huge crown. It’s massive.

I forget to breathe, and he calls my name. A second later, he clicks his fingers, and I peer up. He hands me my Campari, and he climbs back in to lie on top of my entire body. What the actual…

As Dante settles back down, my body goes into shock. My breathing is getting messy, and as my clit cries out to be touched, I start to lose it. I can now sense he has been around. Also, that he has skills… very special skills.

And who is this calm while naked with a stranger?

I have one shot at this, and maybe him being drunk will help. “I want to adjust my stance on… light fingering,” I say without planning to.

There is awkward silence, and I know I’ve messed up. I also know I’m drunk. Seconds pass, and I know I need to get out and leave, fast. This is beyond embarrassing!

Dante clears his throat, and his voice is husky and deep.

“Sit in front of me.”

As my clit throbs like a church bell, I try to build up courage.

Before I fully plan it, I push up and climb out. I am now outside the bath, naked, and I am dripping all over the floor.

My wet folds are near his stubbled jaw, and they are basically at his head height.

Dante growls, and he slides back, all the way, intrigued. He puts his Campari on the floor near mine, and he looks up at me.

Our eyes hold as if we are involved in some kind of sport between two pros. I finally can’t help myself. “You may also play with my breasts to get me in the…”

Dante’s eyes go darker, and his cock seems to double in size. I gulp as I look down at it. How can anyone get that thing inside them?

And how much would it hurt?

I’m unsure if staring back up to his V and six pack to his chest, lips and eyes is wise, but I do it.

A whimper escapes my lips as the brute’s eyes squint. His huge cock then twitches in the hot water.

Nervously, I climb in front of him, and he slides back a little more.

I know he will be able see my butt, and it will be a mere foot away from his body and thick cock as I climb in.

As I do, my clit pulses, and my nipples pebble even more. Finally, I lay back down in the hot bath, and it’s my turn to play human blanket on top.

As I drop down, I lay on his body, and I feel it below me. Most of it is strong and firm, and then suddenly his thick cock is pressed against my butt and ass crack.

I’ve never thought much about anal, but suddenly my heart and body start to get all confused.

My core and clit want attention, but I know if he was in my butt, he would rip me in two.

Dante’s athletic body is warrior-like, and it is like a mat of layered, hard muscle. It makes for the most erotic mattress, and it is impossible to relax.

As I lay on Dante and his hard cock more fully, I almost come on the spot. I try to breathe normally, and my chin is just on the waterline. Dante breathes behind my neck, and his sinful lips are inches from my ear.

We stay like that for a moment, and the hot water and alcohol help to calm me. I can tell he is trying not to touch me, and I see his fisted hands at his side.

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