Page 49 of Red Hot Harmony

“Is that so?” That brought out a small smile.

“Yes.”

There was gentle shifting of our bodies and kissing. The mattress wobbled slightly beneath us as we adjusted our positions. Finally, he put on another condom, and pushed himself to sit up, one arm propped on the bed for support.

His other palm that was resting on the upper part of my thigh carefully guided me to straddle him. We were chest to chest now, our skin slick with sweat and our mouths brushing.

“Is this better?” I asked as I grabbed his shoulder for leverage.

Dante didn’t respond. Instead, he cupped the back of my head with both hands and inhaled sharply. Then the breath came out of him as a shudder. I rose to my knees and rose up so that he could enter me again. This time, it was quick, a deep, sure thrust.

I cried out softly, my legs tensing around his hips.

We moved faster, in unison. His hands came to my waist, fingers curling around my damp skin, pulling me onto his length, then lifting me up.

I felt it building again, only stronger. It was a red-hot tangle of sensations, something at the base of my spine, growing bigger and bigger until containing it became physically painful.

My heart was pounding against my ribs, my pulse thrummed loudly in my ears, and my core was aflame, burning a strange, vicious fire.

The urgency sparked through the heavy air like electricity.

As he moved up into me, his strokes became messy and fierce and desperate. I felt the tension growing in his body beneath my touch, heard the need for release in the undertones of the sounds that escaped his throat.

There was a fracture in his moan right before he came. He jerked, his hands grabbing at my hips, and drove me against him, so deep I couldn’t breathe. For a second, the world seemed ablaze and standing still. It was only him and the rasp of his stubble over my cheek as he pressed his face to mine in the final moments of this incredible chase.

I couldn’t separate my emotions from the physical responses of my body. Everything became one and then burst into pieces, turning my limbs into jelly and kicking my heartbeat over the edge.

The first somewhat sane minutes after the climax were made up of sweat, damp comforter, and incoherent whispers.

Dante’s face was buried in the crook of my neck, his lip on my pulse, kissing it.

My thighs ached and I couldn’t move.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

“I think so.” I gave a small laugh. What had just happened between us felt great and made me giddy and happy.

Silently, he slid his palm to the back of my head and tilted it forward, my forehead meeting his.

“Areyouokay?” I questioned in turn.

“I’m fucking wonderful.”

We sat like this for a while, with him still inside me, both of us unwilling to separate.

Eventually, he extracted himself from my arms and disposed of the condom, then kicked off the damp covers and spread out on the sheets.

I scooted next to him. Still naked. Blissfully satisfied and quiet. The euphoria was slowly wearing off and things fell back into focus. I remembered where we were and who I was and who he was.

“Hey.” Dante’s knuckles brushed my stomach. “Did I do all right?” He was on his side, his eyes shamelessly inspecting my body.

I smiled at that and shifted to meet his gaze, my feet getting lost in the crumpled sheets. “Are you asking me if you did all right?”

“Why are you repeating my question?”

“Because I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

He poked a finger in my ear, and I ducked and giggled.

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