Page 26 of The Heir
"Shush, babe. Go back to sleep," I murmur. He grumbles something unintelligible and wriggles his body into mine. He fits perfectly, just like he used to. My hand finds its way around to his lower belly, gently grazing the soft skin with that adorable happy trail. Ilike the feeling of the coarse hairs. There's something inherently attractive about them.
"How can I sleep when you're touching me like that?" Dante groans and presses his back into me.
"Fair." I smile and press a gentle kiss to the back of his neck, relishing in the goosebumps that erupt on his flesh. Ever so slowly, I slip my hand lower, lower, pushing aside the elastic band of his underwear. The heat from his quickly hardening length sparks a thrill between my legs. I allow myself a gentle squeeze of his cock and grin as he hisses out a gasp.
"Please," he mumbles between gritted teeth.
"Please what, babe?" I whisper. "Use your words."
"Please touch me, love," he hisses frantically. "Please keep touching me. I need it. I need you."
It takes all of my willpower to keep from jumping him, right then and there. Instead, I torture us both with my long, slow, steady strokes. He shoves the blanket down and exposes his incredibly hard cock jutting out from my hand. A delicious bead of precum glistens at the tip. As I stroke outward, his foreskin captures the bead and smears the liquid over the throbbing head when I pull back.
"Please don't stop," he begs.
"Be a good boy, and I won't," I murmur back and press another kiss to his shoulder. I can feel his whole body tense as I quicken the pace just a hair. His hipsbuck, and he fucks into my hand, and I have to bite my lip to keep my own desire locked down.
"I need you, Melody. I need you more than I need air—please, please, I need to beinyou. Please? My love, I swear to you, I will deliver Ella to you gagged and bound and hand you the knife if you justpleaselet me fuck you. Please. God, I need you." Dante murmurs his pleas and promises into the crook of my shoulder. His breath ghosts across my skin, and goosebumps erupt down my back.
"You've been so good for me, babe," I whisper. "Come home."
His eyes light up through the lusty haze, and he scrambles to his knees, pushing my legs apart. In a heartbeat, his cock is notched to my cunt, and he waits for my assurance before pressing in.
"Just a little bit." I place my hand in the middle of his chest, creating a barrier between us. "Not all the way, got it?"
"Of course, my love," he practically sobs. I can't help the gasp that escapes me when the crown of his cock stretches me open. God, I'm so wet and ready, but I still want to punish him—a little bit, anyway.
As he breathes heavily through his own desires, he presses into me, making me feel every single fucking inch. The fire in me blazes with the heat of a star going supernova. He feels so much biggerthan I remember. Pressure floods my cunt as his thick cock invades me, filling me almost completely.
"God, you're amazing," I mumble as my arm holding him back trembles.
"You feel like heaven, love," Dante whispers through gritted teeth. "Can you take the rest? Just a little bit more?"
I pretend to think it over with a teasing hum. Keeping him just on the edge, I drop my arm and nod. "Yes. Comeall the wayhome."
"Oh, thank fuck," he grumbles as he rocks his hips deeper into me.
God, I missed him. I know he kept a secret from me for so long—but I missed this. I can't punish him without punishing myself. I spread my legs a little wider and press up into his thrusts, meeting him halfway, forcing his cock deeper. Deeper. More. Everything is pure ecstasy.
He slides a hand between us to knead my breast, and a moan falls from his lips. Beads of sweat gather on his brow, and I want to lick them off. I want to taste him. I want to fuck him for the rest of my days.
Dante grinds his hips against mine, gently massaging my clit as he penetrates me deeper than ever before, filling every last inch of me. It's almost too much—almost. My breath comes fast and shallow as the familiar heat builds within my core. His thrusts come faster, harder,more frantic, like he needs this more than I do, like he can't get enough.
When he flexes his hips injustthe right way, I explode around him. His own grunting breaths follow quickly behind, his orgasm rushing to the surface, and I writhe under him as I feel the warmth flooding my pussy. Oh, my god, I missed thisso much.I missed his cock. I missed his cum. I missed him.
"I love you so much, Melody," Dante pants out as he carefully extracts himself. I think I say something back, but I'm not really sure. Little aftershocks quake through my body, and I lazily watch him retrieve a towel from the adjoining bathroom. He shakes his head when I reach for the towel. Carefully positioning himself between my legs, he cleans the mess with reverence.
"God, you're gorgeous," he whispers reverently.
"You are," I say with a smirk. "I really, really missed that."
All I want is to snuggle into him and sleep for the next, oh, forty-eight hours. Unfortunately, Roman raps on the door.
"Sir?" Roman's tense voice shatters any idea of relaxation. "We have a problem."
"God dammit," Dante grunts. "Give me a minute."
With a heavy sigh, my husband unzips both of our suitcases and grabs just enough clothing for us to beconsidered decent. I frown as I slip a casual floral dress over my head and pull up the clean pair of underwear.
