Oral Sex And Fingers

Dante’s rough thumb dragged back and forth over the sad beige lace, trapping her gasp against his lips. The friction sent a sharp jolt of heat to her core. Evelyn wasn’t used to this raw attention. But Dante Vincenzi stared at her like she was the only flesh in the penthouse worth devouring. His hungry gaze threw her off balance, making her feel exposed and dangerously reckless.

He pulled back an inch. "You’re stunning, Evelyn," Dante murmured. The deep rumble of his voice proved he knew exactly what those words did to her defenses.

His large hands shifted to her back. With a quick flick, he unhooked the bra. The beige fabric slid off her shoulders and landed on the floor. Cool air hit her bare breasts, tightening her nipples instantly. Dante didn't waste a second. He leaned down, taking the hardened peak of her left breast into his warm mouth. He brushed his tongue over it softly before grazing the skin with his teeth. The sharp, teasing bite made Evie arch off the mattress, a heavy shiver ripping through her spine.

He smirked against her warm skin. He moved to the other nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth with a slow, deliberate suction. Evie bit her lip, trying to hold back, but a soft moan slipped out.

His rough palm settled high on her bare thigh. His thumb traced slow, maddening circles right at the edge of her black thong. It was close enough to make her squirm, but not quite where she desperately needed his touch.

Evie wasn’t just going to lie there. The heavy atmosphere emboldened her. Her trembling fingers reached up, exploring the hard, ink-covered plains of his chest. She traced his rigid muscles, letting her hands drift lower down his stomach until her knuckles brushed the thick waistband of his boxers.

She hesitated for a split second. Then, she flattened her palm and pressed her hand right over the obvious bulge tenting his underwear. She stroked the thick length of his penis through the cotton fabric. Her touch was bold.

Dante sucked in a sharp breath. His head snapped up, resting between her breasts as his chest heaved.

"Not playing shy, are you, Evelyn?" he teased. His voice dripped with an arrogant confidence that irritated her as much as it turned her on. His dark eyes flicked up to meet hers, dangerous and daring. "Tell me, do you want me to keep going, or should I be a gentleman and stop?"

The way he leaned closer, lips hovering a breath away from hers, was pure provocation.

Evie’s pulse pounded wildly. She knew guys like Dante were trouble. But the way he held her, making her feel like the center of his violent universe, washed away any rational thought.

"No," she whispered. Her voice shook with undeniable lust. "Don't stop."

Dante pushed himself up. In one fluid motion, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down. He kicked them aside.

There he stood bare, powerful, and unapologetic. Evie’s gaze dropped, taking in the heavy, thick length of his erect penis jutting out. Her mouth went dry.

Dante stepped back to the bed. His hands hooked the thin straps of her black thong. He dragged the small piece of fabric down her legs with a deliberate pull and tossed it away. Now, they were both naked.

She wasn’t bare between her legs, just trimmed tight. The way his dark eyes lingered on her vagina made her feel a thrilling rush of rebellion. It defied the polished standard of the women he usually paraded around.

Dante crawled back onto the mattress, sliding lower down her body. His large hands gripped her knees, firmly pushing her thighs wide open. He lowered his head. His lips brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh. The wet kiss sent a spark straight through her nervous system. Evie gasped, her fingers tangling tightly into his dark hair, needing an anchor.

He suddenly stopped. He hovered right over her wetness and looked up with an infuriating smirk. "Evelyn," he rasped. "Do I need to tie you up to keep you still?"

Her hips bucked upward on their own, begging for contact. He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth hovered agonizingly close to her vagina. He breathed his hot breath over her dripping wet folds, purposely avoiding the actual touch.

"Oh..." The desperate sound tore from her throat. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets like a lifeline. She shifted her hips closer to his face. Dante quickly pressed his heavy arm across her waist, pinning her flat against the mattress. He was fully in control.

"You taste so damn good," Dante murmured against her wet flesh.

He finally closed the distance. His wet tongue lashed out, circling her clitoris with a slow tease. Then he dragged his tongue down the slickness of her vagina, pulling a choked cry from her chest. He drifted back to her inner thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses before returning to lap at her clitoris again.

"Dante, please," she gasped, writhing under his arm. Every single nerve screamed for harder pressure.

He pulled back just a fraction. His eyes glinted with mischief. "You think you’ll regret this later, Evelyn?" he challenged, daring her to back out.

"No," she sobbed, her breath hitching wildly. "Please..."

A predatory grin spread across his face. "Tell me what you want, then."

"More," she choked out. "I want more."

Dante’s grin widened. He buried his face back between her thighs. There was no more teasing. His tongue hit her clitoris with quick, fierce, and aggressive strokes. Evie’s body jolted violently. Her hips bucked upward as he licked, teased, and then sucked hard right on the sensitive nub. A massive wave of blistering heat shot through her core.

"Dante!" she cried out loudly. The sharp, overwhelming spike of pleasure nearly broke her in half.

He hummed in approval against her soaked folds. Without missing a beat, he slid his thick middle finger straight into her vagina. He pushed in slowly at first, testing her tight, slick heat. Evie let out a ragged wail. She was completely soaked, her body clenching greedily around his invading digit.

He picked up the pace. His finger pumped in and out of her vagina in a harsh, steady rhythm that matched the relentless flicking of his tongue on her clitoris.

Sensing she was right on the edge, Dante added a second finger. He pushed two thick fingers deep inside her and curled them upward, hitting the sensitive front wall of her vagina. At the exact same time, his lips clamped down over her clitoris, sucking fiercely with ruthless pressure.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Evie screamed, thrashing on the bed.

Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. The blinding tension coiled tighter and tighter in her belly until it finally snapped. A massive, violent orgasm ripped through her. The explosive release hit her so hard she saw stars. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on Dante’s moving fingers as wave after wave of intense, shaking pleasure racked her frame. She sank deep into the messy sheets, her chest heaving, completely breathless and ruined by the raw intensity of the physical connection.