Page 32 of The Prizes We Win
Oh, thank fuck.
Grabbing his face in my hands, I crash my mouth back into his. He releases a heavy breath into me, and it quite literally feels like it’s giving me life.
Dante threads his hand back through my hair and works the other underneath my shirt, splaying it across the small of my back. And when he holds me like this, when just his hands alone feel like they can cover my entire body, I feel as safe and secure as a person could possibly be.
When he holds me I feel like nothing and no one could ever get to me.
Dante starts to sit up in the bed, all while keeping me pressed tight against him. With me still straddling his waist, he shuffles us backward until he’s sitting against his headboard. “Arms up,”he says before planting a couple of quick kisses along my neck. His beard tickles the sensitive skin and I giggle softly.
Dante pulls the shirt up and over my arms, letting my hair cascade down my back.
“God, you are perfect,” Sebastian groans behind me. He scoots closer between Dante’s spread legs and plants his lips on my bare shoulder while Dante takes one of my breasts in his large hands.
My body heats beneath their touch.
“Kiss me,” Dante pleads.
More than eager to please him, I close my mouth back over his. And as Dante and I get lost in one another, both of them take great care in letting their hands roam over my body. I feel themeverywhere.My breasts, my back, my hips, over the tops of my thighs, and eventually Sebastian’s hand between my legs.
As the tips of his fingers make contact with my clit I tip my head back and moan. Dante wastes no time closing his mouth over my neck. And while Seb moves his fingers in gentle circles, I can’t help but rock my hips back and forth over Dante’s length.
“Ahh. Fuck,” Dante hisses.
“That feel good, Love?” Seb presses down harder as he reaches around with his other hand and pinches one nipple.
“So good, Baby,” I moan. Bracing my hands against Dante’s chest, I rock against him harder.
Dante lets out a deep growl. “Mama.”
“Somebody better fuck me right now,” I pant.
“Take it out,” Dante commands.
Sebastian doesn’t move his hand as I raise up slightly on my knees. Reaching between my legs, I slide my hand beneath the band of Dante’s black briefs and wrap my hand around his throbbing erection. He hisses immediately at my touch. I smile to myself as I free it and notch the head at my entrance.
“I can feel how wet you are for us, Amore Mia.”
“All for you,” I say as I slowly sink down on his length, all while Sebastian’s fingers are still expertly moving over my clit. Once my ass meets his thighs and he’s fully seated inside of me, I tip my head back, open my mouth, and let out a breathy, almost silent, moan.
Sebastian lets go of my breast and wraps my hair around his hand. He pulls it, forcing me to look back at him. “Move.”
Slowly, I start moving up and down on Dante’s impressive length, and Sebastian slants his mouth over mine.
There’s something to be said about being filled with one boyfriend and having your mouth on another.
“Yes, Mama,” Dante groans as I pick up pace.
Eventually, I pull from Sebastian’s hungry kiss to gasp for breath. I whimper as Sebastian moves his hand from my needy clit, but then those same fingers are tapping at my lower lip. “Open.” I do as he says and part my lips, letting him slide his pointer finger inside. “Suck.”
Sebastian leaves his finger in my mouth while I lap at the digit. Stroking it with my tongue as if it were his perfect cock. I hear him moan softly after each careful stroke. After a few minutes he slides it from my mouth and, letting go of my hair with the other hand, he presses his hand against the center of my back, pressing me tightly against Dante. “Let’s show our boy what he has to look forward to.”
Slowly, Sebastian works the tip of his wet finger inside of my ass. Careful to take it slow. I have to still my hips and close my eyes as the sensation of him being there, of thembothbeing inside of me, already starts to overwhelm me. And as he works his finger all the way inside me, Dante and I both groan desperately.
“Fuck,” we both hiss in unison.
“How’s that feel, Big Daddy?”
Dante doesn’t hesitate. “You definitely aren’t allowed to call me that.”
