*SMUT WARNING*
"Breathe, baby, just breathe. You got it. Just inhale and exhale. You've been doing it all your life. You can take it. They're just fingers"...for now
When Infinity Maraj sets off for a summer in Spain to celebrate her college graduat...
He cleaned me up afterwards and even that felt like part of the sex. It was such an intimate moment, his touch was warm and mindful and it was evident that he had more than a basic knowledge of the female anatomy.
I've always kind of looked at sex through the lens of the actual act of penetration. Once that is over and the orgasm is attained for either or both parties, it's over. But, just watching him care for me afterwards, looking at me intently as I explained to him what I felt, he listened to me, to my body.
I thought that the pinnacle of pleasure for me was what I experienced when I was with Nacho but I was so, very wrong. I had mistaken elusive screams and muscle-contorting reflexes for passion.
But no, there's other ways, there's more options.
After he had cleaned me, Dante kissed my body with such tenderness and intent. Not just my intimate parts, but every inch of my body. Places where many would've neglected. My cheeks, the nape of my neck, my hipbones. He garnished my inner thighs with his lips, leaving carefully calculated kisses in his wake, going down and down until he reached my ankles and the tops of my feet.
It didn't turn me on in the traditional sense rather it excited me and I definitely felt more sexual and non-sexual physical attraction towards him, which I didn't even know was in the realm of possibility.
He smiled up at me as he kissed the muscle of my calf, "I'm sorry, I just can't stop myself. Your skin is a delicacy for me."
"I'm not complaining." I replied, running my fingers through his hair.
"Thank you for letting me appreciate your body." He gave me one final sturdy kiss above my knee and got up, bringing me into a hug, his palm leading my head into his chest, "Do you like going to the beach at night, angel?" he asked, the inner-workings of his chest vibrating against my face as he spoke.
"Sure, why?"
He moved away from me so that he could look at me, like he needed to take me all in again to reassure himself that I was really there, "I thought that maybe we could bring our food to the beach and have a nocturnal picnic. What do you think?"
"I love that idea!"
Why is he so fucking cute?
He finished preparing the food and packaged it all up as I went to my room to find a cute swimsuit to wear under my dress.
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I stepped out into the kitchen as he was strapping his guitar to his back.
"I'm ready."
"Yeah?" he turned around smiling at me, then his eyes sweeped my body, examining my change of clothes, "Oh my god, I don't deserve you."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him, "What're you talking about, silly?"
"You know it's funny. I could never wrap my mind around the concept of religion because the idea of perfection never seemed real to me. Maybe it's because I know that everyone and everything has their own 'flaws'. Or maybe because it is impossible to be one hundred percent of everything at all times, at least not in the reality in which we exist. But ever since laying eyes on you, you have completely rearranged that entire philosophy for me."
