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Our bodies are a perfect fit, but it is awkward with our arms seemingly frozen in hesitation. My hands are even balled tightly like his.

It’s as if we don’t trust ourselves, or at least our hands… to touch, explore, enter, fist or yank.

“Are you ready for me?” Dante asks huskily against my ear.

Even if I want his tongue inside my ear and more, he said it coldly. He is either cool under pressure, or he has done it, or this, athousand times.

As I imagine him making women come a thousand times, my mind gets scrambled.

I shake my head and try to focus. At least he’ll know how to make me come and come hard. I inhale and start to count from five down to zero. I breathe in, and I try to find calm.

Several long seconds later, I nod.

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RAVEN

Dante’s iron hard cock twitches against my butt, and I feel the huge crown up my back. The huge crown I need inside me. My body grinds softly against it, without me ordering the movement. Dante growls, and he whips his hand to my chin. He spins my head, and his lips touch my cheek. “Be careful, little girl!”

He lets me go, and I start breathing again. Dante moves his other arm from under my arm at the bath’s side, and I place it down again.

His two large hands wrap around my body, and they rest on my chest, just under my breasts. They are in some kind of neutral no-go mode, and we both seem to take a moment.

I try to breathe and to work out what will happen next.

As I realize this is the actual start position, I tell myself to hold on. Why? Because there is no going back.

Dante slides one hand up my chest and he cups one of my needy breasts. My body tenses, and my clit throbs harder. “Oh God,” I whimper. It’s delicious.

As he starts to focus on my nipple, he circles it and then rolls it in his fingers. I bite my lip hard and moan. It’s not good, it’samazing, and he has real skill. “Oh my God,” I huff, unable to stop myself.

Dante slides his other hand down my stomach to my wet, throbbing clit. He does it with control, and I bite my lip harder and pant.

“Ready?” he asks huskily. He is now inches away from my wet core, and it’s like he is teasing me. His lips are against my ear, and I can hear him breathe.

I nod. “Please. Yes. Please.”

It’s all I can say as his thick, cock hardens more between my butt cheeks. I do all I can to not slide up and down it, but I cannot mess this up. I also know that in the wrong place, I will be ruined.

As Dante rests his fingers between my slick folds, he applies the lightest pressure on my clit. I squirm against his hard body and his thick, hardening cock below me. I moan desperately, and I tell myself not to beg.

“Tell me what you want,” Dante says, his fingers lightly on my clit. I can’t. I can’t even breathe. “Tell me!” he commands loudly.

“Come. I want you to make me…Make me come,”I gasp.I grip his thick forearms as they prepare to take me.I then twist my jaw to him, chasing a kiss. “Please, anything you want.”

Suddenly, Dante swipes expert fingers, and I almost scream.

“Oh yes!”

It’s so fucking good, and his strong fingers are precise, the pressure perfect.

As he circles my throbbing clit with his strong thumb, he slides two fingers deep inside me. At the same time, he kisses my neck and rolls a nipple.

“Oh God!” I moan.

I start to pant and gasp when he growls low, “Feet on taps.”

I throw my feet out of the water, and water splashes far. As I place my bare feet on the two stirrup-like taps at the end, I get leverage. I open my legs, and inhale as he penetrates and plunders my core.

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