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“Ouch. You’re a mean nurse.”
“Hey, if it weren’t for me, George would have called the cops.”
“I’m sorry I put you in such an unpleasant predicament. Thank you for taking care of me.”
The air is as filled with as much sexual tension as it was the first time he and I were alone in a room. I don’t know where to look. I know if I give myself half an inch, I’ll end up in his arms again. Would that be so bad?
“You’re welcome. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, but not for food.”
Oh, crap. He’s doing it again. Dante is seducing me and I’m lapping it up. Damn his sexy eyes!
“Come a little closer,” he says dreamily. “I’d like to thank you properly.”
My legs are on their our mission as I acquiesce to Dante’s request. It’s as if my mind, and common sense, have no say here. My body is yearning to reunite with Dante’s and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
“You’ve changed your shampoo,” he whispers into my ear.
“I can’t believe you remembered.”
“I remember everything about you,” he breathes hard. “I missed you.”
Is this a dream? A rotten trick the universe is playing on a woman who longs to be loved? If it is, I hope I never wake up again.
Dante kisses me softly on the mouth, and teases my lips apart with his tongue. This is really happening. It’s as if no time has lapsed. I close my eyes as I take in his scent. My lover’s skin smells wonderful. I cannot get enough of him.
The T-shirt I found in my cupboard is tight on him. His shirt was drenched in blood, so I changed him when he was still asleep. I run my hands over the soft material. Over his pecs, along his taut abdomen, all the down to his groin where I ultimately rest my hand.
The feel of Dante’s erection sends tingles through my body. I have imagined this often in the past five years. The reality of what’s about to happen doesn’t disappoint. In fact the fantasy trails a distant second in comparison to the real thing.
The familiar fire ignites within me at this beautiful man’s deft touch.
“I missed you, Mia,” he whispers.
“I missed you, too.”
“I want to make love to you.”
His words are an aromatic pleasure. I move away from him so that I can take off my shirt and jeans. I’m burning to be skin to skin with the most exciting man I’ve ever met. Dante does the same. He shimmies out of his pants and pulls off the T-shirt. He grimaces when he lifts his arm, but doesn’t stop undressing.
I want to take away his pain. It’s an instinctive reaction. I want to pleasure him. I want to be pleasured by him.
“I’ll kiss it better,” I whisper.
I start with butterfly kisses on the skin surrounding the bandage before I move steadily and with absolute purpose toward his chest and then down to his beautiful abs. It’s a taste sensation as I trail my tongue along his smooth, bare skin.
Dante is making soft moaning noises as I go. He lets out a sudden breath as I get to his proud erection. I tease the head of his shaft with my tongue before I close my mouth around it and move rhythmically up and down.
“Uh, yes,” he whispers.
Dante feels for my breasts and tweaks my nipples. I get in a few more delicious mouthfuls before he hooks his hands under my armpits and pulls my body on top of his. Dante positions me onto his shaft and pulls me down hard. The sensation of his hardness sliding into me sends tremors of pleasure through me.
“You’re perfect,” he moans as I ride him harder, faster.
My lover grabs a hold of my rear as he takes what he wants, what he needs, what we both desire. The headboard is hitting the wall, making a racket, but I don’t care. I have what I want, and I don’t care who knows it. Let the bed roar! Let the walls come down around us! I have Dante inside me and I’m chasing the pleasure that only an orgasm can deliver.
It’s coming! It’s so close, I can feel it. I let out a roar of satisfaction while I climax. It’s been five years of longing and finally, release is at hand. I bite down on my lower lip as I cum. I shudder and jerk for the longest time. Dante follows closely.