Page 96 of Wicked

Our eyes meet, and I suddenly grab hold of him.

Dante holds me close, and I feel his calm, strong, protective presence. He pulls back, and he kisses both of my cheeks. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You need to know that.”

“Really?” I ask, on edge.

“You won’t get hurt around me.”

As he lifts my chin in his fingers, I seek clarification. “Unless I want to be… Right?”

Dante smirks, shakes his head, and I blush.

As we walk on, the heavy dangerous energy fades away, and soon it’s just us again. We talk about Italy, its history, and then everything and anything. We then start to talk about our pasts, and we start to really get to know each other.

We talk about life’s ups and downs, and what each of us really fears and desires. Weirdly, the danger has ignited our energy, and it’s as if we treat each other and what is developing between us as more alive. As more urgent. Like life is not forever.

As we walk on, and the sheet of stars cover us like a blanket of energy, Dante tells me about his past.

That he has enjoyed working and traveling the world, but he has avoided two marriage proposals. He tells me about the relationships, that women were not quite there or he didn’t think things would work out.

Just as well.

“And I’m not convinced I’m husband material.”

I’m unsure how to process that, but there is plenty of time… I hope.

As we walk to a small rock outcrop near the cliffs, we stop. I turn, and I find Dante disrobing. He places his shoes, socks, suit, shirt, and black boxers on the seaside of the rock where we stand unseen.

It’s darker now, and the moon is behind clouds.

Our eyes meet, and Dante’s eyes look dark. He takes my shoes, and I understand. I lift my hands, and naked Dante lifts the gold satin gown from my body. Before I know it, I’m naked and the expensive satin dress is draped carefully over his suit.

“What are we doing?” I ask, gulping.

“It’s time,” Dante says, “for class.”

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DANTE

I run across the white sand and into the warm sea. It’s refreshing, pure, and cleansing. After diving under, I feel my blood pump fast and hard. I feel alive as I swim. I turn and look back. Raven walks towards me, and her smile is infectious.

Her breasts, the diamond earrings, and her blonde hair glint in the moonlight, and she ducks under. As she heads my way, she stands, coughs, and we find each other.

As she catches her breath, I hold her up, and we walk slowly through the water.

Raven climbs up on me, and with her arms around my neck, I hold her butt in a reverse piggyback.

We walk alone under the stars, and our faces are close. I feel her breasts against my chest, and I am happy we’re away from the wedding.

Raven’s butt is inches above my cock, and with most of her in the water, she’s as light as a feather.

As we walk through the calm sea and under the stars, I relax. Being away from the guns and the mafia gives me time to think. About us, about her, and about sex.

I stop, and we look up at the high white cliff. The castle sits above, and it’s a perfect night. We are far from everyone, and it’s reassuring. As I rotate us around, we get to see in all directions. It’s a perfect beach in the shape of a large C.

The villa and village is half a mile away, and we’re all alone. Raven’s curvy body and her pert breasts are inches from my face, and they call my name. My cock is hardening below, and I know within seconds it will brush against her slick folds or butt. It will then seek a home to stay hot, wet, and safe.

After our eyes meet, I watch Raven lean back and at stare me. She plays with a pebbling nipple, and she brings it to my lips. I flick it with my tongue before pulling on it hard.

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