Desire's Edge (5 page)
She was shaking all over. Waiting. She was absolutely soaked. Wanting. Dazzled. And it hadn’t even happened yet.
But it was about to.
Dante watched her closely, but all he saw in her, felt in her, was pure desire. Her body was blazing hot under him. Her breasts, the shallow curve of her stomach. Her hot little sex was wet. Ready for him. He was as hard as he’d ever been in his life.
He wanted her to come again. Again and again. Nothing turned him on like seeing a woman come. Feeling that pulse beat deep inside her. Hearing her moans, her cries of pleasure. And never more than with this woman.
Kara
.
.
Maybe it was the years of a schoolkid crush. He didn’t know. Too damn difficult to think about it now, with her body right here. No, now he had to just touch her. Taste her skin. Slide into her and fuck her until she screamed . . .
He reached down between them and swiped his hand over her sex, making her gasp. She was so damn wet. He could hardly stand it. The scent of her come . . .
Again.
Yes, he’d make her come again.
He slid down her body, opening her sweet thighs with his hands. And she let him do it, didn’t try to fight it, to control anything. Perfect.
He paused over her open sex, looking at her in the low, misty light of the moon, piercing silver through the cloud layer, the dim glow of gold from the streetlights.
She was mostly shaved. Just that one narrow strip of hair, which was exactly how he liked it. Nearly naked. Tempting. And when he used his fingers to spread the plush, pink lips, he could see her glistening inner flesh.
“I love the way a woman looks,” he told her, his voice coming out on a rasping breath. “So damn beautiful.”
He leaned in, ran his tongue up her slit, loved her answering shiver. He loved to go down on a woman. Loved that smoky flavor of desire. He licked her again, softly. He knew she’d be tender, a little overstimulated. But he could make her come again, if he went about it the right away.
He
would
make her come again.
would
make her come again.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, swirled it in slow circles. As he did it, her thighs tensed, her hips rising to meet his searching mouth. He let his tongue dip inside her, then slide out again to run over the hard nub of her clit. Then again, and again.
He heard her panting breath, felt her hands go into his hair. And when he pushed two fingers inside her, she came, crying out. Her body shaking. He loved the taste of her on his tongue, hot and sweet and tangy.
Finally she stopped clenching around his fingers. But she was still that smooth velvet inside. Unbelievably hot.
If he wasn’t inside her in the next few moments, he was going to lose his mind.
He sat up, reached over her limp and panting body to pull a condom out of the lacquer box he kept on the nightstand. Holding himself up on his knees, he sheathed himself. She was watching him, her eyes going from his face to his hands to his cock. She licked her lips. They were dark, swollen, even though he hadn’t kissed her much. Not nearly as much as he wanted to.
When had he ever had this driving need to simply kiss a woman?
Just fuck her. Get inside her. The rest will work itself out.
And get himself under control. Get
her
under control. Under his command.
her
under control. Under his command.
He gripped her thighs, his fingers pressing into her flesh.
“Are you ready for me, Kara?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Tell me what you want.”
He’d said this to women before. Why did it feel like some sort of test now?
“I want you. I want you to just . . . sink into me. To fuck me hard. To . . . do some of the things you talked about. Bite me. Pinch me . . .”
“Spank you?”
She was quiet for one moment, and he waited for her answer as though they were suspended in time.
It was too important, damn it.
Finally she breathed, “Yes, Dante. I want it. I want you to spank me. I’ve never done it before. It’s something I’ve always wanted. Always.”
A small groan escaped him.
This girl was going to be fucking perfect. He’d sensed her submissive tendencies. He was usually right. But with Kara, he’d been a little unsure. Thrown by the power of his attraction to her. The sex would have been good even without the rest of it. The kink. The power exchange.
But now he knew. She wanted it. And it was going to be fucking perfect.
She
was going to be.
She
was going to be.
three
Kara was spent. Weak. Yet somehow she wanted more. Especially if he was going to spank her . . . Oh yes, that lit her up inside like New Year’s Eve, all brilliant heat and sparkling light. Just the idea of it.
She moaned softly as Dante turned her over. So easily, as if she were a doll in his large hands. He put a pillow under her stomach, laying her over it.
“Open for me, Kara. Yes, that’s it.”
He helped her part her thighs. She was aching already for him, even though she’d come over and over. So many times already, the climaxes were melding together. One endless moment of sensation. Intense. Dazing her.
But this would be something else altogether.
Finally
.
.
His hands stroked her buttocks, in between her thighs, brushing against her sex. She realized she didn’t know if he would spank her or fuck her first, which made it even more exciting. It made her nervous, too, but in a good way. She couldn’t think straight.
“Kara, listen to me. Take in a breath. Nice and deep. Let it out. Good. Again.”
His voice was soothing, helping her mind to calm. Smooth and deep, as if she could just fall into that sound. And his hands were moving over her body, heating her skin, her sex.
He was kneading the firm flesh of her buttocks and thighs now, his hands strong. As commanding as his voice.
“I want you to hold still for me. No matter what I do,” he told her.
Was there a small threat in there somewhere? But it was lovely. Thrilling. She took in another deep breath, exhaled. She was shivering in anticipation.
“I’m going to spank you now,” he said, his voice low. And before she even had time to comprehend it, his hand came down in a loud smack on her flesh.
“Oh!”
“Did I surprise you, Kara? That’s exactly what I want. For you to wonder. To wait in expectation. And to take it.”
He smacked her again, a small slap that rang in the still, cool air. And even though there was a little pain, the pleasure was even stronger, a tiny, electric arc shimmering over her skin.
“Breathe, Kara. Keep breathing.”
She did as he asked, not even questioning it. Nothing in her wanted to question him, defy him.
Another spank, harder this time. But she simply pulled in another breath, waited for the sting to convert to pleasure.
“Beautiful,” Dante murmured, stroking her skin once more: her ass, her thighs, dipping down in between them. “You are so beautifully wet. Beautiful girl.”
He pressed two fingers into her so suddenly she jumped.
“Ah, hold still, Kara. Good girl.”
She could barely manage it. The pleasure was too keen. Too new. Pain and pleasure mixing in her body in a way she had only ever fantasized about. And something was happening inside her head. Something she didn’t want to think about. A letting go. A strange kind of trust.
His hands were soft on her skin, sliding, moving. She was lulled by it as he caressed her. When he leaned in and laid a kiss at the small of her back, goose bumps ran up her spine. She shivered.
“You are so damn responsive,” Dante told her, his voice a low whisper. “Unbelievable for someone who’s never done these things before.”
His hand came down so hard, so unexpectedly, she jumped again. She couldn’t help it.
“Oh!”
A small laugh from him. She could hear in it that he was pleased with her, and the idea warmed her.
“How are you doing, Kara? Good?”
“Yes. Good. I . . . want more.”
“So do I. I want
you
. Don’t move.”
you
. Don’t move.”
His hands on her thighs, spreading her wider; then he was behind her, his hips pressing against her, his rigid shaft poised at her entrance. She would have surged back against him—wanted to—but she felt immobilized. By his wish for her to remain still. By her own desire for him.
He pressed, and his cock slid in. Just the tip, but pleasure went through her like a shock.
“Oh, that’s good . . .”
“Shh,” he told her.
He held still for one breath, two. Then he ground into her. All at once, driving home. Hard and powerful, filling her up.
“Ah, God, Dante!”
“So damn good. You feel so good, beautiful girl.”
They were both panting. Then he began to move. One hard stroke after another, his cock thick and lovely inside her. Hurting a little, he was so big, but driving pleasure ever deeper. He kept one hand on the small of her back, holding her down. She loved it, loved it all.
He thrust harder, and she was helpless beneath him. Limp, even as her insides coiled, tight with desire, bringing her to that edge once more.
A hard smack on her ass, and it nearly sent her over the edge.
“Ah, Dante!”
He really started to spank her then. A series of small blows using the same rhythm as his hips. He was fucking her, spanking her. She was going to explode.
“Dante . . . please . . .”
“Please what?” he panted, his voice a ragged growl.
“Please . . . don’t stop.”
“Ah, I won’t.”
He drove into her, his cock like some heavy point of pleasure in her body. The spanking was burning her skin. But she loved it. Needed it.
One more hard thrust, one more hard smack, and she fell, tumbling, into that dark place. Lights flashed behind her eyes. Pleasure roared through her system. And as her sex clenched in exquisite agony, Dante tensed behind her.
“Ah, God, Kara . . . I’m coming.”
He pumped into her. His hand pressed down on her back, and she loved hearing his groans and cries. Knowing he was coming into her.
When it was over, he fell on top of her. His breath was warm at the back of her neck. She was half-numb. Barely able to think. Unable to move.
After several minutes, he shifted, rolling onto his side, pulling her with him. He settled her head on his chest. His heart was a hammering beat against her cheek.
Had this really happened?
This was, by far, the best sex she’d ever had in her life. And part of it was the realization of her fantasies: Sex with her girlhood crush. The spanking. But part of it was simply
him
.
him
.
Dante.
Don’t get all mushy
.
.
No, she wouldn’t do that. Not for a long time, if ever again. She’d paid too dearly for it in the past. With her sense of self. She wasn’t willing to surrender that to any man. But her body . . . Well, that was something else. That, she had loved. More than she’d ever imagined.
What did that say about her? But she was too tired, too entirely spent, to think about it. To think about how much she had trusted Dante, to allow him to do these things to her. She didn’t understand it. But now she wanted to simply enjoy being there, Dante’s warm, solid body next to hers. His scent in her head. The scent of sex.
There would be plenty of time to question it all later. Tomorrow, if he let her stay the night. He didn’t seem inclined to take her home at the moment. Which was just fine with her. She was happy there.
Happy . . . for the first time in a long time.
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