She felt Dante’s lips on her breast again, suckling hard, just as his fingers thrust into her and touched that one spot that made her crazy with pleasure, and she tipped over.
This time she arched, hard, and she was grateful for Dante’s firm hold on her as she cried out his name over and over. She threw both hands around his neck to hold on tight. White light and lavender flooded her consciousness as powerful waves of sensation crashed inside her again and again.
In the back of her head, she was vaguely grateful for the fact that the guest bedroom was on the far side of the house and they’d come home long before anyone else should, so nobody should be able to hear her. Because she just couldn’t stop the sounds from coming out of her mouth.
Dante didn’t help, though, still stroking inside her even while she orgasmed, pushing her further than she could have ever thought possible in a single release. Or was it two back to back? Either way, her whole body felt as if it could tear apart as her muscles clenched from the unrelenting pleasure he was giving her.
When she finally calmed, she was aware of Dante’s gaze on her, watching her, apparently very satisfied, but not at all smug. Which was surprising. Instead, he just looked sublimely happy.
Like how she felt inside.
But as he pulled her up to hold her, her body meeting with his rock-hard abs and her legs feeling his taut thighs, she was aware of his thick erection beneath her, so hard it was as curious as it was arousing.
Suddenly, she felt the sudden urge to do some exploring of her own.
She wrapped a hand around it, feeling the thick ridge of the tip and then down the shaft, which was silky and hard at the same time.
She squeezed lightly, and Dante jerked a bit in shock. Ella couldn’t resist the feeling of control, knowing he wasn’t the only one that could get a reaction out of their partner.
“No need. I don’t expect anything from you,” he said. “We can just cuddle here in the water if you’d like.”
His handsome face was flushed as he tried to redirect her focus.
But as her other hand came down and she stroked along his length, his expression tightened in arousal, and Ella felt a thrill of anticipation go off inside her.
For all of Dante’s perfect ability to pleasure her, he seemed a little uncomfortable being on the receiving end of things.
And that was both fascinating and arousing.
She began to stroke faster, her hands inexperienced but her mind focused on making him come so she could see the way his muscles tensed, the way his body looked as he went.
At first, Dante tried to lean back against the edge of the tub, as if trying to escape the sensation. And for a split second, his deep golden eyes seemed to change color, going brighter like gold dust glittering with the reflection of the noonday sun.
“Well, if you’re going to play it that way,” Dante said almost indiscernibly. A second later, he pushed himself toward her, bringing them both into the center of the water as his hands found her breasts and squeezed feverishly.
Instantly, a tingle of sensation crawled up her shoulders. But as good as it felt, she was even more intrigued by the sense of control. Knowing such a tall, powerful man could be overtaken by something so simple as her two hands.
He groaned as she moved faster on him, and without expecting it, she felt his fingers inside her again, this time stroking intensely.
Was he trying to make her come before he went?
Of course Dante would be like that. But in spite of everything inside her going haywire from the insane pleasure building at breakneck pace in her body, she focused herself on keeping the upper hand.
But that was hard to do when you had the sexiest man alive squeezing a breast, kissing your neck, and stroking inside you all at the same time.
But seeing the slight flinch of Dante’s body, the way his shoulders tensed as her hands went down him and then back up again, the rush of his breath against her as he tried to hold back himself, was almost as erotic as the things he did to her.
Then Dante’s free hand left her breast and he flicked a finger against her clit at the same time his finger hooked inside her, and she felt her body brace for incredible release. Flustered, she rapidly thrust her hands down his length and squeezed, and a split second later, she felt his cock twitch in her hands even as her own body collided with the built-up arousal and exploded into an incredible release.
Dante wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight as she orgasmed in tandem with the huge man that pleasured her as if his life depended on it. And as she moaned out his name between pulses of sensation, she could hear him, face buried in her shoulder, saying her name.
For many long moments, they went together. And even as she relaxed and could feel him relax beside her, he still held her close. By now, the water in the tub was only a few degrees over lukewarm, but she still felt like a bed of hot coals inside.