Page 23 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

“Oh. Yeah.” Aurora hadn’t wanted to kiss him the night of the party, it had seemed too personal, but tonight she couldn’t have stopped herself from kissing him if a tornado had come through the house.

“You’re going to let me kiss you again,” he said, almost against her lips as he slid between her legs.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to think of anything she wanted more. Okay, she could think of a few things she wanted more, but since she was pretty certain she’d get to have it all, she yearned for his kiss. Right here and now.

And then his lips were on hers. Harsh, demanding, consuming her. There was nothing gentle about the way he was kissing her, crushing her mouth against his, swallowing her alive.

“Dante!” she pulled back from him in surprise when his tongue swept over the front of her teeth.

“Let me,” he growled. “Your front teeth drive me insane. So white against your pink little lips and just a little crooked.”

“Hey!” she pulled back again, not sure whether to be offended or flattered. She planted a hand over her mouth. “I hate my crooked front teeth.”

“Don’t,” he demanded, tugging her hand down. “They’re so fucking hot.”

She looked at him like he was insane. “Crooked teeth are hot?”

“Yours are,” he insisted, leaning forward and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth for a second. “Something about the little imperfection. I don’t know. It just drives me wild. It’s like you’re this complete and utter goddess. Aphrodite. Cleopatra. And then you have this little perfectly imperfect thing that reminds me that you’re human.” He traced one hand roughly up her side, cupped her breast in a possessive way. “It reminds me that you’re touchable.” He stepped even closer to her, pressing her heat into his stomach and tangling his tongue with hers for just a second. “Fuckable.”

“Oh.” The word was breathless, desperate as she gasped and clasped her feet around his waist. They’d just fucked not ten minutes ago, there was no way he was going there again, right? The man was almost forty. But, whoops, yeah, that thing she was feeling against her core was definitely not his leg. Wow. The man had stamina.

She tore her mouth away from his and took a gasping breath, resting her forehead against his shoulder for just a second. There were feelings bubbling up inside her that were making this moment very confusing. She was exhausted yet wired, sated yet hungry, wary and giddy all at once. She knew the smart thing would be to retreat, regroup, take a beat to organize her thoughts in the privacy of her own home.

But all of those thoughts completely fled as Dante began to kiss his way down her neck. And over her breasts. He paid lavish, selfish attention to her breasts as he unclipped her bra, then laving each of her breasts with his tongue and teeth, using his stubble to make her nipples stand tall and beg for him.

She leaned back on her hands on the counter as he continued to kiss down her stomach, nuzzling her navel and then finally, finally, letting his mouth close over her core. She still wore her underwear, so she couldn’t feel him in great detail, but his hot, wicked mouth already had her clenching and raising up off the counter.

That night they’d spent together, he’d tasted her off of his fingers, off of her own fingers, but he hadn’t directly gone down on her. And the thought that he might be about to do just that had Aurora’s breath coming in pants.

He knelt before her and stripped her panties away, then took one more second to strip his undershirt away. He tossed the discarded clothes onto the floor beside him. For some reason, the sight of her slinky black underwear mixed and tossed with his utilitarian undershirt was wildly erotic to her. Aurora found herself spreading her legs for him with no prompting necessary.

“Good girl,” he growled, looking up from between her legs. He held her eyes as he leaned forward and planted his mouth over her.

Aurora’s body went fully electric. She wouldn’t have been surprised if blue light was shooting out of her fingertips, out the top of her head. She’d never felt anything like this before. This man was deeply skilled, that much was for sure, but she’d also never been in the path of this much passion before.

His hands were planted on either of her thighs, holding her fully open for him. He kissed her as if she were the love of his life, like they’d been separated by war for decades. He kissed her pussy like he was suffocating and she was air.

And then his tongue was plunging into her and the making love part was over. Now he was just downright fucking her pussy with his mouth. He plunged into her over and over, dexterously touching every part of her. When he slid his mouth upward and sucked her clit, tonguing and sucking and groaning, Aurora plunged over the cliff and to the other side of pleasure. Her body quaked and shook and liquefied for him. He suckled her through her orgasm and then stood up, immediately cushioning her head against his shoulder as she went weak around him.

She was vaguely aware of the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tipped her head back. She was shocked at what she saw on his face. A terrible need for her, etched into every line. He was no longer the smooth-talking Dante she saw in boardrooms or the flirty, sexy Dante who sidled up to her at social engagements. This was full-on pirate Dante, soldier Dante, sex Dante. He was tense and coiled and on edge.

The hand in her hair tightened, just to the edge of pain, before he slid it around to her chin. He held her face in place as the head of his cock nudged her entrance, pushing in just a scant inch.

“You going to let me take it again, baby?” he asked her, and his words had her pussy clamping again, her heart racing.

“Yes. God, yes.”

He plunged into her completely, and both of them groaned. His strokes were short and fierce and measured as if he were digging inside her for some special secret. And god did he find it. The angle had him pressing against something that Aurora had never felt before. It felt like an orgasm that started from deep inside her, but she hadn’t even known that was possible. She tensed her legs around his waist and let him take her there. Let him show her all of it.

She clung and exploded into a kaleidoscope of stars as she screamed into his mouth. She felt him tense and let go as well, and all she could do was hold him tighter.

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