Dante had first taken me to the movies, I was surprised that he'd actually opted for a sappy romantic rather than an action-packed film. Which made it all the more mushy when he'd done the whole, stretch-and-rest-my-arm-over-your-shoulder thing. I'd resisted the urge to giggle. It felt like high school all over again. And when the movie was over he took me to his apartment and surprised me with a delicious home cooked meal.
We had talked non-stop over dinner, and I quickly came to the realization that our constant chatter was easy, and content. It felt good to connect with someone other than Samantha.
"It was good, yes?" He asked after I finished the last bite of real homemade spaghetti and meatballs.
I giggled and nodded, "Yes, it was." I said as I patted my stomach playfully. "Very good, thank you."
He blew out a nervous breath, "Good, I'm not usually the one who does the cooking." He explained.
A big goofy smile graced my face, "Well, I couldn't even tell."
"I'm not used to this, you know. I don't do this type of thing. But with you-" he paused, running a hand through his thick messy head of dark hair, "You're just different."
I needed to lay it out to him, like Samantha had said, lay it all on the table and hope that he'd be up for it. "Look, Dante, tonight was great, but I've come to realize that I need to find myself again, and I'm not ready for another relationship. I just-" I paused trying to come up with the right words to explain, "I guess- I guess I'm just...lonely."
He nodded slowly, "So, for lack of better words, you just want sex, yes?" He asked.
I couldn't tell from his tone or his body language if he was up for it, but I hope to the heavens above he was. "Sex would be nice, but mostly just friendly companionship... And sex." I smiled at my jest.
His silence started a frenzy panic to erupt inside me, and like usual I began to babble. "If you're not up for it I understand, I just don't think I can do more, you know. Not right now, probably not for a while actually. But-but I do like your company, and let's not forget the sex, the sex is great, more than great, phenomenal. Yeah, that's a better word, I mean I haven't had sex like that since- well since ever, and-"
He chuckled silencing me from my constant babble, "Mia, Mia I get it. You just need someone to have a little fun with every now and then, yes? I can do fun, I know fun. I'm actually a little relieved, I'm not particularly the romantic type."
"Well, you did a wonderful job of it tonight." I reassured.
"Grazie, bella. You'd have to thank Enzo on that one though."
I laughed, "Oh, before I forget, what did you mean earlier at my house, when you spoke in Italian?"
He paused, trying to remember what he'd said, "When?" He asked, still trying to remember.
"You know, when you first walked in and saw me. Something like, 'hay rotto la foto' or whatever?" I knew I had just butchered his beautiful and very foreign home language, but maybe he wouldn't notice. I mentally crossed my fingers in hope.
He nodded in understanding as he chuckled, "That was probably the cutest thing I've ever heard." He noticed.
I blushed, casting my eyes downward. Note to self: don't ever try that again.
He slipped his long index finger under my chin, softly forcing my gaze to his. "Don't be embarrassed, I'm surprised you even got that close. It translates to English as, 'You took my breath away.'" He clarified, a small breath-taking smile gracing his lips.
I knew I wasn't supposed to be sentimental, but my stomach tightened at his words, my body once again set aflame. I couldn't resist the way his deep raspy voice sent shivers down my spine, settling in the very aching spot between my thighs.
I climbed atop his lap, straddling his legs and kissed him feverishly, he didn't miss a beat as my lips crushed to his, he responded just as pyretic as I had, his tongue darting out to wet my full bottom lip; and the minute I granted him access, he took control over the fiery kiss.
My body burned as if I were being throw into the deepest depths of hell; sin never tasted so good. I ran my fingers through his dark locks, tugging gently as his own palms slid up the length of my back and into my hair, grabbing fist fulls of it tightly. I liked that he wasn't gentle with me, as if I were so fragile in the palms of his hands that my bones would just crumble and turn to dust, I liked how assertive he was with my body, knowing that I wouldn't so easily break from just the slightest touch. I didn't want to feel fragile; because I wasn't. I found it exhilarating and more than sexy to be handled in such a way.
Dante knew what he wanted, and he took it. I wasn't as certain as him in that department, but I did know I wanted skin on skin at this very moment. The feeling grew with every passing second, until it became a need. I quickly ripped his shirt from his body, causing him to chuckle lightly. "Are you laughing at me?" I questioned between kisses, not stopping my ministrations.
His rippled torso was heaven beneath my finger tips as I stroked him eagerly, slipping off his lap slowly to place open-mouthed kisses along his stomach. A moan slipped past my lips when he slid his hands into my hair tugging and groaning. Even his groans and moans of pleasure- that brought chills down my spine- sounded foreign and sexy.
He'd forgotten about his reply, but I hadn't minded one bit. The formidable ache between my legs grew more and more demanding, "Dante, please." I pleaded.
"Please what, bella?" He teased. I wasn't exactly sure what I was begging for, but whatever it was I knew I needed it and I needed it immediately
I noticed his palms were now resting on my hips, "Touch me." I begged as I trailed his warm hands over my body, letting him know that I didn't want him to miss a square inch of my skin.
And he didn't. When he took over he ran his fingertips along my burning, over-sensitized flesh. While I wanted him to touch every inch of me, another part of me couldn't let him get near the back of my bra. I liked it when he squeezed my breast, but every time he got even remotely close to the clasps of my bra, my heart would drop into the pit of my stomach, and I'd panic.
He slid his large hands around the globes of my ass, swatting and squeezing the firm mounds before he lifted me up. I squeaked, afraid that he might drop me. He chuckled as he led us to a mint green and dark navy blue room, it was bright and airy, his entire house smelled so fresh and clean, like Washington State all year around. It was peaceful, colorful and cheerful. It suited him rather perfectly.
He backed me up to his bed, laying me down gently as his mouth ravished mine. When he pulled his lips from mine to catch his breath he flipped my body around, lying me face down on his bed. "On all fours, Mia." His voice was seductively erotic, I could cum just from listening to the huskiness that laced his words.
I compiled to his command as quickly as I possibly could, not wanting to waste another minute. "Good girl." I heard him whisper quietly. As he grabbed the round globs of my ass, "These do look great on you, Mia, but you look so much better without them, yes?" He rasped as he reached his hand around to my front to flick the button of my jeans undone.
I'd incessantly made fun of female porn stars because they'd moaned unnecessarily, or so it seemed, but, here I was, trying to hold back a moan from just the sound of his voice. It was stupid, and a bit embarrassing how easy he had my body reacting to his special treatment. But, I couldn't drift my thoughts away from his touch long enough to dwell.
He had me swiftly unclothed from the waist down in a matter of mere seconds, as if he couldn't wait to drive himself inside the warm sheath of my core. Not only bringing himself immense pleasure but me as well; and I was just as eager.
"Ass up, principessa." He demanded huskily. I complied promptly, and was rewarded with rough, yet gentle fingers parting my lower lips, shooting blasts of heat throughout my already burning body. Facing the darker mahogany headboard I couldn't see anything he was doing behind me, only feel.
I'd never experienced someone looking so closely at my most intimate part, as if inspecting me, and I was quickly becoming nervous. "Stop fidgeting, principessa." He spoke softly, but I found it hard to abide under his scrutiny.
"Dio, scommetto che un sapore delizioso." He spoke under his breath, making it hard for me to hear over the loud beating of my heart in my ears and the hectic breathing of us both. But, I had no idea what any of it meant, anyways.
He put his palm on the middle of my back and pushed faintly until my right cheek was planted on the firm mattress beneath me and my backside hiked high up for examination, or so it felt.
I heard the cling of a belt and the hushed sound of clothing scraping across skin, then the evident sound of clothing hitting the plush carpet of his bedroom. "Be still, bella." His voice was once again silky soft, something I found to be extraordinarily satisfying. He was demanding, but not pushy, or overbearing. He was just the right amount of cocky, without being arrogantly domineering; and I couldn't help but to find that exceedingly sexy.
The warm breath I felt at my center caused me to twitch slightly, he stilled me with his large, rough hands on the back of my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying not to let the nerves take over, and then I felt his tongue stroke up my slick slit.
I shuddered, "Dante, you don't-"
"Shh, bella." He whispered "You taste so fucking good, Mia."
I was a moaning heap on his bed, arms sprawled out, hands clenching the sheets as he continued his relentlessly pleasurable torture on my body. He dove in and feasted as if he couldn't get enough of the juices I was piling onto his tongue.
This was new to me. Yes, I'd had oral before, but never before was it as good as Dante gave, he sucked my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue and scraping it with his teeth. I could hardly keep still, or even breath for that matter.
I hadn't noticed him raise his hands to the mounds of my backside, spreading them apart for better access, until I felt his finger trail from the top of my anus to the opening of my pussy. He pushed in his thick digit and my body shook violently. I was so close, so ready to burst the dam that had been holding on for too long.
Then, with his free hand he smacked my ass and I clenched around his finger, "Yes! Oh god, I'm almost there!"
The sounds he made as he pushed his face deeper onto me, made me feel like I was his favorite kind of Swiss chocolate, melting in his mouth at the slightest touch of his tongue. "Mm, come for me, bella." He whispered between flicks of his tongue.
And just like that, I came apart, the dam bursting. His name slipping from my mouth several times, as I tried to calm the violent twitching of my limbs, or the jagged, uneven breathing coming from my lungs.
I huffed between breaths, "Dante, that was-"
"Amazing. Sí?" He interrupted, chuckling.
I giggled and nodded my head, "I guess sleeping with a porn star has it's perks."
He shook his head playfully, "former porn star." He clarified.
I rolled my eyes, "Same difference."
He laid on his side beside my sprawled out figure, his arm propping up his head. I turned to look at him, a grin plastered on both our faces, "So, why porn?"
He raised his brow, as if thinking about his reply, "I'll tell you, if you tell me why I can't take your bra off."
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I hadn't actually intended on making this book very sexual, but it just wouldn't live up to its name without sex scenes would it?
Soooo, if you don't like that sort of thing, leave now. Because there will be LOTS more of detailed sex scene. Plus, it's sort of fun to write. Aaannnyyyywwwhhhooo, do you think Mia will tell Dante why she's so embarrassed of her breast? And how do you think Dante is going to react?
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