Page 157 of Dancing with the Devil

Carefully, he pushed himself in all the way, and I arched my back in pleasure. “Atta girl,” he breathed as I took all of him. “You feel so good,baby,” he kissed me softly.

I gripped his waist as he fucked me slowly, his lips attacking my neck. He nibbled on my skin before sliding a pillow underneath my hips.

“Keep it right there for me,” he lowered his tone.

I softly moaned into his mouth as he placed his hand on my lower stomach. He applied just the right amount of pressure and I broke the kiss, tightening around him. “Antonio,” I softly whined as he effortlessly slid in and out of me.

“Open these pretty legs wider,” he said and I bend my knees, pushing my legs to the side as much as possible. “You listen so well,” he grinned into my neck as he pushed himself in deeper.

I whimpered, digging my nails into his back, and slowly dragged them down. His head fell to my shoulder, and his uneven breathing forced me over the edge.

He picked up the bottle of wine, taking a sip. He grabbed my face, lowering his mouth to mine and spat the wine into my mouth, making my clit tingle.

“Since you like wine sofuckingmuch,” he whispered against my lips, and I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut.

I broke the kiss, biting my bottom lip. “Open your eyes,tesoro. I want you to look at me when I make you come.”

Slowly, I pierced my eyes open as my orgasm rippled through me. A final whimper fell from my lips with pleasure, and he kissed me softly before pulling out.That was incredible.

With one final grunt he thrusts harder, and his erection pulsed inside of me.

He laid down beside me, both of us catching our breaths. He reached over, placing his hand over mind and slowly squeezed. I smiled, turning my head to look at him and he did the same.

We laid for a while, basking in the moment.

I leaned over to peck his lips before he carried me into the bathroom, cleaned me up and carried me right back down again.

I sat up with my back against the sofa and after he added some wood to the fire, he laid down between my legs, resting his head on my stomach.

We laid in silence and I closed my eyes, taking in the moment.

“What should we do during our last few hours alone?” I asked, softly tracing little shapes on his shoulders.

The rain had picked up again and the fire cracked peacefully in front of us, warming our bodies.

There was a brief pause, and I already knew what he was thinking. “Well…” he trailed off, and I could hear a grin in his voice.

“Don’t you think we’ve had enough of that for the next two weeks?” I asked, and he chuckled. “I mean, what if you get bored of having sex with me after we’re married?”

“Tesoro, if I ever get bored of having sex with you, I’m going to need you to put a bullet between my eyes,” he entwined our fingers before kissing the back of my hand.

“You are definitely the most dramatic man I have ever met,” I couldn’t help but laugh.

My cellphone dinged, and I leaned over to grab it from the sofa. I smiled, and he slowly ran his fingertips up and down my thighs. “Silvia would like to know what time we’ll be back,” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sure you two have had enough alone time for the time being,” I read her message. “So get your fine ass back home. Bringing Antonio is, of course, optionalbecause I miss you and can’t wait to see you any longer. Tell your fiancé to stop being selfish. I love you.”

I laughed, texting back that we would be there soon enough.

“She’s very…” he trailed off, and I nodded, knowing exactly what he was trying to say.

“Yes. I know.”

After two more glasses of wine, he finally convinced me to get up. We showered and got dressed.

I lazily—dramatically—packed my bags, and he laid on the bed, watching me as he tried not to laugh. “I don’t want to leave,” I heavily sighed, and he opened his arms.

I walked over, falling on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. “After our wedding, I’ll buy you an island, and we’ll be all alone,” he whispered, and I smiled, lifting my head. I rested my chin on his chest.

“Promise?” I jokingly asked—pretending to be desperate—and he nodded.