Chapter TWENTY-ONE ~ Wanting
The kiss is intoxicating. His lips are demanding. But he’s soft just the way I remember him.
Dante was a man of many talents and his kisses were skilled. His tongue parts my lips and dives inside. Devouring all of me and not holding back. My head spun with confusion from not being wanted to be consumed. Feeling the pull and tug inside of me for answers, but not wanting to argue.
I just wanted to feel him and I just needed him to take me. To pull me away from all this pain and make me feel alive again. His hand entangled in my red locks and pressed me firmly against him with only the armrest in our way.
Not for long.
I lifted it out of the way as we continued to kiss and his tongue danced with mine. Mingling to our own rhythm as I bring myself closer to him and straddle his lap. My hands dive into his hair and clench on for dear life.
The kiss grew heavier and hotter by the minute. The need between us sparks life. The want we shared ignited that flame that was always there. And the attraction that blazed in the air finally burned aflame. Everything came back to life just like all those years ago, and I couldn’t wait to have him. Couldn’t wait to have him inside me once again. To feel him within the depths of me and penetrate my sensitive walls inside.
“I want you so bad, Dante.” I purred against his lips as my breath came out heavy and my voice unrecognizable.
“And I can’t wait to make you mine.” Dante growled as his teeth nibbled my lower lip and the sensitive area tingled.
His hands left my hair and traveled down my blouse. Tugging at the buttons and revealing my black lace bra. He grabbed my mounds and squeezed them firmly. A sigh escaped his lips as his mouth left mine and made its journey down.
Downwards towards my exposed neck, where my pulse pounded just for him. He bit, nibbled, and lapped his tongue over it. A moan escaped my lips as his mouth traveled further down between my cleavage and I pressed his face between it. Wanting to feel him close and needing him to consume me.
I threw my head back and took in the moment. The moments of passion and red-hot desire. His hands traveled lower as his mouth played between my cleavage and softly caressed my navel. Traveling lower still towards my open skirt where my clit begs to be caressed.
He knows exactly what I crave as his masculine hand finds my warmth and his other hand cups my ass cheek. Squeezing it firmly as my skirt lifts higher, exposing my lace thong to the chill air. Feeling it touch my bare skin as my nipples perk and rub against the lacy fabric.
His fingertips circle my aching clit and a sweet response escapes my lips. “Oh, yes...”
It begged for more as my hips rotate in a circle against him and his teeth nibble my exposed cleavage. Causing me to wither and whimper with lust. Throwing my head back and gazing down upon him, having his way with me.
His hand is greedy and picks up pace. Rubbing vigorously against my clit and I imagine it’s his dick. His sleek and thick cock pounding into my walls. Making my climax build higher until I’m right on the edge and I hold back just for him. Remembering how he likes to be in charge and just what he could do to me.
“Oh, shit!” I cried out as he slapped my ass cheek and gave me a stern warning.
“Don’t you dare come.” He groaned from between my breasts.
I couldn’t help it and was about to come, but held it back. But I knew what could help us both get to release. His enormous cock inside of me.
So, I reached down and felt his massive, firm dick against my hand. Squeezing and rubbing him. Letting him know how much I want him; how much I need him. Repeatedly stroking him and teasing. Taunting him to be a bad boy with a very hard dick.
I played with his zipper and pulled it down. I brought my lips to his earlobe, nibbled, and whispered. “I know just what could help speed things up. I think it wants to come out and play.”
Dante growled and playfully bit his teeth against my bare flesh. Causing me to whimper in response and grin wickedly down at him. I freed his hard length, and it popped it into my grasp. Stroking him and taunting him. Circling the pad of my thumb over his head when I hit the tip and repeating the process all over again.
His body trembled with passion and he took my lips once again. Moaning into me as my tongue swirls with his and his fingertips do the same. Circling my clit and making me wet. Feeling my sweet juices pour out of me and wanting them to lubricate the journey. The delicious journey of his cock sliding right inside of my wanting pussy.
He nibbled my lower lip as I brought his cock closer towards my entrance and got ready to place him inside. But he wouldn’t move his hand and his other hand traveled up my back. Grabbing my long locks and yanking it back.
“Not here...” He breathed against my opened mouth. “Let’s get back to the shop.”
My eyes shot open and blinked at him. He pulled back and grinned at me devilishly. The dark lust filled his brown eyes, and the look made me shiver. The desire ran through my body and I knew he had something planned for me. His gaze spoke to me and I knew he had imagined all the things he could do to me in my floral shop. The same way I dreamed of him taking me right in the very place I owned.
The confusion I once felt disappeared and replaced with lust. I returned his smirk and fixed my blouse quickly, hopped off his lap and into the passenger seat. Dante fixed himself and roared the engine to life.
I hurriedly held on tight as he took off and away from the nightmare. But the passion I felt still lived on and begged to be released. It swirled in the air between us and breathed its own life. Bubbling to the surface and holding on at the very edge.
He cut through all the yellow lights and rounded the corner with Cassie’s Blossoms up ahead. Feeling like it’s a race against time. But it’s more like a race to get our hands on each other. Having it fuse between us and pleading to escape.
Dante pulled up beside the shop with the tires bumping the curb and coming to a hard halt. Bouncing me forward as I hop down from the truck and can’t wait to get inside. Fumbling with my keys and almost dropping them. My heart racing at top speed as I try to focus and want nothing more than his hands all over me. I took my trembling hand, placed the key in the lock, and turned. Opening the door and sighing with relief. Lexi's gone and the lights are out.
No one is here, and we are all alone.
I stepped inside, and Dante followed close behind me. His eyes burned a hole of desire right up my backside and his tone came out husky. “Alone at last.”
He grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and pressed me up against the securely closed door. His lips didn’t waste another second as they collided with mine and demanded more. He’s greedy and I love it. His silk lips are rough but soft to the touch. Demanding, but all so sweet. The taste of him driving my senses wild and making me want more.
He clenched my hands together and placed them over my head. Holding them in place while he had his way with me. His lips toying with me, caressing and taking all he wants. The edginess of him coming to life as he grips my throat and squeezes. Cutting off my air supply and leaving me gasping for air. His lips still worked over mine as I longed to breathe, and his grip loosened.
He let go of my neck and I could breathe. His dark, lustful eyes stared down into mine and his stern tone filled my senses. “That’s my good dirty girl.”
My arousal heightened at his words, and my panties soaked. Not just from the foreplay, but his demands. I love this rough and edgy side he toys with me. This is the side of Mr. Dixon that I’ve been waiting for. This is the man I’ve longed for all these years. And I couldn’t wait for him to make me his.