Page 28 of Bitter Poetry

My mind goes blank to everything but the sweet quaking sensations. God, I’m getting so wet so fast it’s like I’m broken down there.

His right hand slides all the way down the back of my leg until it reaches where my yoga pants are gathered. My shoe is slipped off and tossed aside; my yoga pants ripped off that leg.

“Open.”

I don’t get a chance to process that when he hooks my right leg over his shoulder, buries his face in my pussy, and groans.

My fingers curl against the door as I fight the urge to sink them into his dark, glossy hair. “God!”

“Which part of shut up did you not understand?”

His words vibrate against me intimately.

His left hand is on my ass, holding me still. The right hand is skimming back up my thigh all the way to my core. He doesn’t hesitate, just blazes a path straight to my pussy and pushes two fingers roughly inside.

I arch up, gasping, fluttering over the intrusion. The pain gives way to a throbbing and a gush of arousal.

His nose presses against my clit—I jolt, another gush of arousal seeps out. His nose slides upward, and his tongue flattens over my clit. He leaves it there, pressing against me, leaving it throbbing in tandem with my pussy around his fingers inside me.

His fingers are inside me.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip at the risk of saying something and breaking his rule. My left foot is still connected to the ground, the leg shaking, and my mind is going haywire with all the different stimulations. Every heartbeat is magnified like a drum beat in my ears. I don’t know when I stopped breathing, but the air is trapped inside my lungs and my body is on fire.

He swirls his tongue around my clit, getting it wet, and then sucks it into his mouth just as his fingers curl inside and begin stroking my front wall.

Tension engulfs me. My nails score the door.

I jerk. He tightens his hold, trapping me.

It’s too much stimulation. I can’t take it.

He’s not giving me a choice.

A choking sound escapes me. I suck air in choppy pants, and my body pitches into freefall as sweet climactic waves rip through me. A cry of pleasure feels like it is ejected from my lungs, one I have no control over. I clamp my hand over my mouth, my legs going weak as my pussy continues to spark through a climax that just keeps going on.

DANTE

Her twitching and whimpering finally break through the craze that grips me. My dick is hammering painfully behind the zipper of my pants. The urge to claim her fully, to sink into her wet heat and make her mine is like an incendiary under my skin.

Taking my fingers out of her hot, clenching pussy is a challenge only overcome by stuffing them into my mouth so I can suck the last of her taste off. No pussy has the right to taste this good, like my demise, and my salvation all rolled into one.

In that instant, I know I’m going to be reckless for this woman. An admission I feel ought to scare me more than it does.

I lower her leg and help her put her foot back into her panties and her yoga pants and pull them up, taking the temptation out of my sight. Then I collect her missing shoe from where I tossed it and help her put it back on.

How long have we been here? I wasn’t looking to get offed today—nor to throw her onto the resulting fire.

I swipe a hand through my hair as I rise to my feet. She won’t meet my eyes—I tip her chin until she does. Her teeth are worrying on her lower lip, and her eyes are glassy with lust.

My lips tug up. “You look beautiful after you’ve just come. If you were mine, I’d keep this look on you all day, every day.”

Her expressive eyes go from hopeful to wary. My smile drops. That look tells me things I wish it didn’t: that she wants me still, that she was hoping to be saved, and, finally, that she realizes I’m not the hero in this story.

That I’m merely an asshole putting his hands on something that doesn’t belong to him, taking my pleasure carelessly.

“Hey?” I cup her chin, holding it steady when she tries to turn away. The sigh I exhale feels like it comes all the way from my gut. “You’re so fucking sweet, Carmela. You deserve better than to be mauled against a door by a man who will only take and give you nothing in return… If you were mine, I’d have taken the time. But you’re not, and this is all I’ve got. I’d like to say I’ll never do this again, that I will leave you the fuck alone. But that would be a lie. I want your firsts. All of them. I’m going to be putting my hands on you again and claiming each and every one, whatever the risks or consequences.”

Her lower lip quivers and tears pool in her eyes.