“Dante,” she whimpered, tilting her head back as his lips took over her neck, nibbling and biting, brushing and tasting right under her ear, her supernova spot of sorts, and Amara felt herself tumble towards more pleasure, just to have him pull back a bit.

“Stop playing, Dante,” she snapped in annoyance and frustration, turning her head to glare at him. Dante leaned back in to kiss her neck, his hands traveling to her full breasts, cupping them completely in his hands, squeezing once before pinching her already engorged nipples lightly, tugging on them. Amara cried out at the intense sensation, her ire forgotten, just on the precipice, a bead of milk coming out since she was still breastfeeding, when he stopped again.

She was getting mad now.

But before she could even say a word, Dante was lifting her right leg by the knee, high, putting it on the couch, and spreading her other one. He pulled her hips away from himself and towards him, making her lean her torso forward to move with the rhythm. He kept a hold on her leg by draping it over one strong forearm and held her hips with the other, securing her in place.

“Tonight,” he spelled out for her, his cock throbbing inside her “I am going to fuck you a week’s worth. I am going to make you come so many fucking times you’ll forget what it’s like not having me inside you.”

Her muscles clenched around him at the words, her body heating up again, and she wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. “Take me however you want. I’m all yours.”

With a hoarse sound from his chest, he pulled her up by the hips, pulling out completely.

“Dante,” she begged, needing him, or she’d explode.

“Fuck, Amara,” he ground out, before she felt him slip inside her again, slowly, inch by torturing inch.

She tried to push back, to get him to go faster, but he held her still, going excruciatingly slow. Her muscles shivered and welcomed him inside, wrapping around him like a glove, trying to urge him to go faster. But he stayed still, and he throbbed.

“Move, Dante,” Amara muttered, feeling her hips strain with the need to move. But he stayed motionless, only moving her knee over his elbow and putting his finger on her clit. He pushed the tiny muscle, rubbing it while completely inside her, and Amara cried out, feeling so full and so sensitive, so on the edge that one more flick of his thumb and she lost it. Her head leaned back against him, her hands slipping for purchase and her back bowed, stars exploding behind her closed eyes in such a powerful orgasm her entire body shook, her inner walls fluttering around him, as his mouth clamped down on the side of her breast.

And mid-orgasm, he pulled out and thrust in, hard, making her scream out loud, her orgasm unable to end, his hand rubbing on her clit as he pistoned his hips roughly into her, hammering them over and over again, the angle from behind him making him go much, much deeper inside. Her chest heaved as cries and whimpers left her along with his name, moans, and breathy sighs mingling together, her fingers trying to clutch on the couch but unable to. She moved one hand down to his, where he held her hips and dug into his flesh, feeling the warm muscles contract under her touch as he increased his pace, the motion of his hips cutting her completely open, so fast and so quick that he would be in and out before she caught a breath, her body never leaving that almost orgasmic state.

And then he bit her on the side of her breast, hard, while thrusting so deep into her, his rough voice muttering a rugged, “Fuck, you are mine. All mine. My queen, my dirty girl, just mine,” right over his mark and Amara panted, her legs completely giving out under her.

Dante pulled out and turned her immediately, picking her up in his arms and taking her weight, making her straddle him as he entered her again.

"Ride me, my queen. Show me what it's like to sit on this fucking throne."

That turned her on even more, She pulled on his hair, pulling his face up for a sloppy kiss as she started moving her hips sinuously against him, just as he liked, her body completely languid in his arms, his to do whatever he wanted to do with it, following his lead and building up to another peak together.

His hands cupped her breasts, teased her nipples, uncaring for the milk that ran down them. Their mouths meshed and tongues tangled, and she felt him twitch inside her one second before he spilled in jerky movements, keeping her aloft, his seed warm and triggering her own final orgasm, making her mewl against his mouth and clamp down hard on him, pulling him completely into her. He stilled, letting his own orgasm ride out, his arms wrapped completely around her, and pulled his head back, leaning their foreheads together.

They opened their eyes and looked at each other briefly before smiling simultaneously softly at each other.

"That was hot," she told him, slumped over him.

"Yeah," he agreed, breathing hard, still inside her.

"Happy first birthday to the babies we made," he said after a long second of getting his bearings.

She kissed his lips again. "You know you're the best dad in the world already?"

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

He gave her a serious look. "You want more?"

"Sex? Always."

He chuckled, rubbing a thumb over her wet nipple. "I meant babies."

Her heart stopped at his question. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, looking at the sincerity on his face. "I don't know. I'm not sure but if it happens…" she shrugged. "I wouldn't mind it."

Dante whooped, crushing her to him again. "I better get to practicing then."

And then, he lay her down on the couch, making her laugh with years and years of practice and proving why physical connection would never be a problem for them.