His rough, hard voice noting that with his rough, hard fingers on her flesh just made her wetter. She pushed a hand in his hair, moaning. “Dante.”
She felt his hands get a hold under her knees, pushing her legs back towards her on the bed, splaying her wide open to his eyes. “I’m going to eat this pussy until they bury me in the ground,” he stated, his mouth falling on her folds.
Amara arched off the bed, her hands gripping his hair, liquid heat moving through her body, spiraling to the spot his mouth devoured her. And he devoured her, his tongue plunging inside, tasting her, learning her spots, one of his hands coming down on her little nub of flesh, his thumb rubbing her vigorously as he ate her out like it was his sole purpose in life.
It was her first time being eaten out, and god she loved it. This pleasure was nothing like anything she’d felt before, not even the few times she’d tried to touch herself since the assault. She had never been this wet; the orgasm had never been this close. Writhing against his face, noises of pleasure escaping her throat, Amara pulled his mouth closer, never wanting him to move away.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her, making out with her pussy like it was the last time he would have it. “Ride my face. Fuck, you taste so good. Use my tongue.”
God, he was a talker. A dirty, nasty talker under those suits. It turned her on even more.
His tongue swirled around her clit, side to side, round and round, diagonally, every which way, and Amara felt a wave so intense crash over her it made her scream, the cords in her throat straining as pleasure flooded her, her leg
s spasming out of control as she came all over him.
He held her down through it all, letting her ride the wave, keeping her rooted to the bed as she slowly came down.
She felt limp. Heavy, like her bones weighed a ton, but in the best way.
Blinking, she looked up as he hovered over her, between her legs, still in his suit, looking down at her with a look so visceral it made something in her heart clench.
“Hi,” she whispered, her chest heaving.
His lips, still wet from her, tilted upwards. “Hi. You okay?”
She licked her lips. She could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against her naked heat and knew she was probably leaving a wet spot over him. And while the evidence of his arousal itself made memories want to resurface, she wanted nothing more than this man, buried as deep as he could be inside her, one with her in every way he could be.
She had to do this. She needed to do this. Keeping their gazes locked, strengthened by the possessive heat in those brown eyes, knowing he would rather cut off his arm than physically hurt her, she knew he would let her.
“Two things-” she told him softly “-don’t ever take me from behind, and don’t call me a slut.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and he hesitated for a second. “Is there something I should know before we do this?”
Amara felt her palms get clammy. “No.” She could never tell him, not when that shame still curled in her gut.
“You sure?”
She nodded. Raising her hands, she slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing inch after inch of delicious male flesh he hid under those expensive suits of his until he hovered over her with his jacket on and shirt gaping open, his chest covered by a sparse smattering of hair, trailing down to solid abs, down to his belt and the bulge under it.
She pushed on his shoulders. “Lie back,” she told him quietly and saw his lips pull up in his typical smirk.
“As you wish, my lady.”
A laugh escaped her. “Did you just quote The Princess Bride while I’m trying to seduce you?”
“You never have to try, Amara,” he murmured, tracing her lips with his fingers before laying back, linking his arms behind his head. “In my defense, you did make me watch that movie twice.”
“You liked it,” Amara pointed out.
“I loved it,” he said, his gaze surprisingly sober on hers. “I believe in true love, and I believe in waiting for it. Would you have waited, Amara? If it had been you in the movie, would you have waited on a promise, not knowing why or when or how?”
She knew they weren’t talking about the movie anymore. She climbed over him, straddling his waist, his erection pressing right into her core.
“Is my true love trying to find me, be with me, in the movie?” she asked, her heart pounding as she unzipped him, feeling his cock in her hands for the first time.
She saw his abs flex at her touch, but he stayed still, watching her. “Every single day.”
Her heart stuttered. She couldn’t keep her walls up against him, not when he said shit like that and actually meant it.