Page 49 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

Dante took the not-so-subtle hint and peeled himself out of the drenched denim. He dropped them onto the floor outside the tub. Belle took her time looking at his body, the same way he had hers only moments ago.

“I’ll never get tired of looking at you naked. You’re so damned sexy it should be illegal,” she whispered.

He shoved her back against the tiled wall and growled against her mouth. “If I had a condom I’d be inside you before your next breath.”

She pushed her wet body against his. “Do it. I’m protected and I’m healthy. You can’t get me pregnant. Doc Farrell gave me a jab.”

Dante’s mouth hit hers, his desperation obvious and a match for her own. Her arms wound around his neck. She needed him so badly.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered, his hands beneath her ass.

She complied and held him tight, his hardness pressing against her, but not quite where she wanted him. She reached between them to fix it.

Dante thrust hard. Their moans tangled together as he slid deep, hers catching on a gasp.

“Belle…”

Yes. So much yes.

He gripped her ass tight and pounded her into the tiled wall. Her arms held his head to her shoulder as she tried to relax into it, but every movement, every breath, every single touch fried her brain, keeping her tense, holding on to him for dear life as her body flooded with indescribable pleasure.

Normally she needed to be touched to work up to the point where she could orgasm. Their position against the wall had him not only inside her, but incredible, sweet pressure on her clit as he moved.

It was pure heaven.

“Dante, I, ohGod…”

Telltale zaps of pleasure flooded her, twisting and snaking through every nerve, making her buck. Dante took on a desperate rhythm, his whole body hammering against her as if to imprint himself on her very soul.

Shock waves smashed through her, and her breath caught in her lungs, every muscle tense and straining. Her noiseless scream echoed through her head, her body shattering and refitting, only to shatter yet again as Dante fell apart, his cry of surrender muffled by her wet skin.

He leaned on her heavily, his head on her shoulder, seemingly unable or unwilling to move.

“I have to put you down, B, or my knees are gonna give way.” Dante’s gravelly voice brought her attention slamming back.

She let her legs untangle and drop to the floor of the large tub. Dante held on until he was sure they would support her.She held his shoulders, unwilling to let him go completely as the water continued to cascade over their bodies.

“That was…” she started.

“Incredible,” he finished.

A laugh burst from her and she nodded. “Sure was.” She glanced down and noticed him still hard. “Well, that won’t do.”

Dante frowned as she gingerly stepped out of the tub, careful not to slip on the damp floor, her wobbly legs gaining back some strength. She grabbed a towel and dried off as fast as possible, then reached in to turn off the water. She dabbed the fluffy towel over parts of him then gave it up as a bad joke.

She grabbed his hand and hauled him behind her to the bed and shoved hard at his chest.

He hit the mattress, laughing. “What are you up to?”

Belle crawled onto the bed and pushed him back into the bedding. She looked at him and leaned down over his warm flesh, grazing her mouth over his damp skin. Stomach muscles clenched as she moved over them, goose bumps spreading in the wake of her hot breath.

She glanced up at him to see that he was watched intently. She grinned as her hand wrapped around him, her fingers torturing him. His arms went up beside his head to grab at the pillows, and his head pushed back hard into the mattress. He tried so hard to control his reactions, but it was useless.

Belle flicked her tongue over the end of him, tasting him. She’d wanted to do this that first night, but had been too nervous to suggest it.

His whole body bucked at the contact, his loud moan curling satisfaction through her. Shudders engulfed her at his sounds of enjoyment. Belle slid her mouth down his shaft, deciding she’d tormented him enough. The delicious scent of his skin invaded her lungs as she breathed deep, her lips taking in as much of him as she could.

She licked and nibbled and stroked, teased and tasted. Each movement and touch elicited a more extreme response. She’d never have thought doing this for him would give her so much pleasure. Just hearing and seeing his reactions and simply touching him brought her to a point that she was sure if he touched her now, she’d come.

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