Page 7 of Spark (Lust & Luster)

“A little white G-string and feeling deliciously wet,” I answer for him.

Dante tilts his head. “I think you should show me so we can confirm this.”

“Looks like I’m not the only one excited about that.” I smile, lowering my gaze to his crotch.

“Take your pants off, Aryanna,” he says abruptly, with a stern voice that makes me shiver with excitement.

I turn away, letting the zipper of my jeans slide down just enough for him to catch a hint of skin.

Dante’s groan is low and unrestrained.

“I’m sorry, Dante,” I say, my voice dripping with mischief. “It doesn’t take much to get me worked up around you… especially after a glass of wine or two.”

Stillness lingers in the air until Dante flashes me one of his gorgeous smiles. “I recommend some sexual healing. I think you’ll find it helpful.”

“Do you think that will help my arousal?”

“I think it’s going to take a few times, and it may be rough, but we can push through.”

I remove my sweater, allowing it to drop to the floor. “I think I can trust you.”

I climb onto the bed in only my bra and panties and watch Dante undress.

He’s very meticulous with removing his garments.

He even places a sock in each shoe. My pussy throbs and moistens as his muscular, lean body is revealed.

The light mat of chest hairs and his short dark hair give him a sexy look.

I finally draw a shuddering breath and moisten my lips, gazing at the bulge in his tight-fitting boxer briefs.

“What are you going to start with, doctor?” I grin, unclasping my bra and throwing it at him. I uncurl my legs and lie back on the bed, only to shriek as he drags me by the thighs to the edge.

“Let’s see how excited you really are.” He grins, kneeling between my legs at the edge of the bed.

My breathing quickens as I part my thighs wider in response to his fingers caressing my pussy beneath the saturated fabric. Dante peels the flimsy patch aside to reveal my waxed mound and a pussy aching to be filled.

“Oh, Dante,” I gasp as he caresses my inflamed and wet lips with his fingertips.

He glides his thumb through the pooled moisture in the furrow of my slit. “I think we need to focus on your center.” He hooks his fingers in the side of my panties and yanks them away, the straps snapping.

I liked that those panties went with this bra. So much for the matching pair.

As if he can read my thoughts, he leans in and kisses my crease. His warm breath makes me shudder. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

Dante trails kisses along the inside of my thigh, delicately sucking at the skin and progressively opening my legs.

His mouth finally arrives at my pussy, and I feel his breath and gaze upon my intimate lips.

I gasp as a single finger traces the slippery folds before parting the swollen skin to expose the moist and pink internal flesh.

I love to be teased, but he’s driving me crazy. “Do it, Dante. Eat my pussy.” I moan, thrusting with my hips to offer the succulent flesh.

Dante’s teasing tongue traces my entrance, licking and probing but refusing to enter me.

“Fucking eat me!” I shriek, grabbing his hair to clamp his mouth against my pussy.

Naughty Dante’s lips respond, sucking at the wetness, and his tongue searches for the source of moisture.

“Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes, that’s it,” I moan, squirming under his hungry mouth.

Raising my hands to cup my breasts, I squeeze the soft, yielding flesh and tease my hardened nipples. I gasp as his lips close around my clit, his tongue lashing at the aroused nub.

I raise my eyes to capture his gaze. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.

” I’m desperate for breath and teetering on the edge.

I lift my face to the ceiling, eyes squeezed tight and my mouth open wide, gasping for air as my stomach quivers uncontrollably.

Even my toes curl as the orgasm rages through me, my pussy spasming under Dante’s mouth and tongue, causing him to moan with the sensation.

I pull on Dante’s hair, lifting his face from my pussy. “I need your cock!” I demand, gasping in pleasure.

Dante’s cock is thick and long, with a shiny, meaty head, smooth skin, and sculptured veins running along its length as he rolls a condom on.

I slide off the bed and bend over the edge, my breasts sinking into the luxurious bedspread. “I need a good fucking,” I moan, opening my legs.

Dante uses his knees to open me farther, and I feel the warm touch of his hands on my hips. His cock parts my pussy lips, and I groan with the sensation of fullness and friction. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh soon echo through my hotel room as he pounds me hard and fast.

I grasp the bedspread with both hands, steadying myself and enabling Dante to thrust harder and deeper. “Give it to me good,” I moan. “But don’t come—not yet,” I add, gasping with the torturous pleasure.

I tease my sex above Dante’s thrusting cock, and my fingers soon become feverish. “Oh, God…yes…yes…yes!” Another orgasm overwhelms me, and I convulse and gasp for breath beneath him. I’ve never come so hard.

Dante’s groans become more desperate, and I’m concerned he’s about to lose control.

“Don’t come,” I manage to gasp, prompting him to withdraw.

He climbs onto the bed next to me, his cock shimmering with my slick arousal.

“You like my tits?” I grin.

“They’re gorgeous,” he answers, his eyes glued to them.

I cup them and press them together, creating some deep and enticing cleavage. “Then please fuck them.” I smile mischievously.

Dante rips the condom from his dick and straddles my chest. He slides his slippery cock between my tits and starts thrusting, his erection almost withdrawing completely before his cockhead reappears through the soft folds.

“Come on my fucking tits,” I breathe. “Empty those balls on me.”

Dante’s hips respond to the dirty talk, thrusting more frantically as he sighs and groans with the effort.

“Come for me,” I encourage.

He leans forward, supported by his arms above my head, and his thighs tighten around me. I feel his weight pressing against me as his cock pistons through my tight cleavage.

“Is this what you want?” Dante growls before his cock erupts, his seed hitting me on the chin and cascading over my neck and breasts.

Droplets and ribbons of sticky, wet warmth meander down a breast and seep into my cleavage as Dante milks his cock dry.

“Ooh yeah,” I murmur.

Dante stands. “I’ll get a hand towel.”

As he wipes his seed from my chest, my slender fingers curl around his slippery erection. I wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue over the sensitive tip, eager for any remnants of cum.

“Ooh, Ary, you do that so well,” he moans, combing his fingers through my hair as I bob and suck.

Dante kneels between my parted legs, rolls a fresh condom on, and works his thighs under my ass, my legs now suspended around his hips.

“Ooh, more,” I beg as he works his cock into my sensitive internal flesh. My eyes flutter closed, and I’m lost in the feeling of it all, with Dante slowly and deeply thrusting his cock.

He teases me with a single fingertip, his lips tormenting a nipple while thrusting even quicker and deeper.

“Play with my clit harder, please…” I cry out with pleasure as his slick fingers become hungry.

A long scream erupts from deep within me as yet another orgasm tears through me, my body trembling and my legs quivering. “Uh, uh, uh!” I gasp for breath as my body erupts, liquid spilling around Dante’s cock and flooding his fingers.

My mouth refuses to close and my eyes are firmly shut as I ride out the intensity of the orgasm. My screaming finally subsides, and I lie here spent and panting, trying to get my breath back as Dante’s lips gently caress a nipple.

I open my eyes as Dante’s cock slips from me and my legs slide off his thighs. “You’re very naughty.” I grin, staggering to my knees to lower my face to the bed and spread my pussy folds with two fingers.

He fills me in one thrust, his thighs against the backs of mine, and uses my hips to pull me onto his cock.

“Oh God, you’re such a wicked man. Give it to me harder. Fill me, please.”

My begging turns to incoherent moaning as Dante’s hips immediately respond. I love the curve and weight of his body over mine as he leans into me and cups both breasts, gaining extra leverage and thrusting deeper.

My fingers strum above Dante’s thrusting cock, encouraging him to pump with more and more force. Dante suddenly pauses with his cock deep inside me, pulsing and filling me with his second load.

His motions become wild as the adrenaline of his climax surges into me. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he moans.

Then he collapses on me like he’s just run a marathon. “Damn. You’re addictive. When we get back to San Francisco, we have to do this often.”

My heart freezes, and I can’t say anything. I kiss him, and we cuddle, drifting toward sleep.

I have a flight in four hours. I need to get back to San Francisco. There are changes I need to make to my business plan before I meet with the venture capital firm in two weeks.