Page 38 of Fortress of the Brave

I pull back, and he still has his arms wrapped around me. His eyes dart to my mouth, and I have an impulse to lean in and take exactly what I want. Another part of me wants to see if he’ll make the first move.

“It looks a little something like this.” He cups my face, and his lips brush against mine softly.

I melt into his touch, surrendering entirely as I press my body into his.

I feel his hard cock press into my stomach, and a shock of electricity hits me like a freight train. The fact I could make him hard…he kisses me like a man possessed, and when I deepen the kiss, finding his tongue with mine, his grip on me tightens.

I run my hands up his sexy, muscular chest as he makes a noise in the back of his throat that goes straight to my core. That, mixed with his heady, musky scent, sends my body soaring high. I know I’m wound up. I haven’t been with a man now in over a year. And to have this beautiful, complicated man who is strong, protective, and a little bit dangerous has me ready to pounce on him, right here in the kitchen.

I feel his pecs, squeezing softly, running my other hand through the hair on his chest as he groans. One of his hands snakes down my body to my hip as he pulls me closer, letting me feel his cock as I throw my arms around his neck. My hands cup his back as I try to get as close as possible.

When we part, we’re both panting.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Mia, we shouldn’t…”

I move one hand across his shoulder, over his bicep, across his pec, and head south. He stops talking and watches my hand as I head toward my goal. I have to feel that glorious cock in my hand, and I can’t wait another minute.

When my hand brushes his bulge, he hisses, cussing as I knead and fondle him over his sweatpants, his hands still cupping my face as we both watch.

“So big,” I murmur, feeling his outline as his breathing intensifies.

“You do this to me,little bird,”he whispers. “You make my cock so fucking hard.”

My eyes go wide at his filthy words, and I grip harder. His eyes flash to mine; the fire that burns there almost knocks me over. Our lips crash together again, and I feel as if I’m soaring higher than ever. Folding into his touch, I keep fondling him as one hand leaves my face and he cups my breast. I gasp out loud. Nobody has touched me there in so long, and I want it to be him. He pulls the cord to my gown and it falls open. He brushes one strap of my camisole to one side, letting it fall so my breast almost falls out.

Pulling back, he asks, “Is this okay?”

I nod.

He moves his mouth down to my neck, kissing, nipping, and caressing me as I almost form a puddle at his feet. Pulling the camisole strap down further, my breast pops out, and he makes a grunt in the back of his throat as his mouth finds my puckered nipple.

My hand snakes into his hair as he sucks and caresses me gently. All the while I try to rock against him, needing friction between my legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.”

His other hand moves to my waist, digging into my hip as he holds it there but doesn’t move his fingers any closer between my legs. So I do it for him.

Grasping his hand, I plant it right there as he stops for a moment, reeling back to look at me.

“Mia? Are you sure?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I whisper. “I want you too, Dante. Make me forget.”

He mumbles something in Italian, like he’s warring with himself.

Then he says, “I’m not going to fuck you, not here, not like this.”

It’s my turn to cup his face now. “You don’t have to. We can still do…other stuff.”

I guide his hand under the elastic of my pajama pants, and he groans when he finds me without panties, my pussy soaked from his ministrations.

“You’re so wet,” he garbles, watching as he runs his fingers through my folds. I spread my legs wider for him, breathing hard and fast. His hand disappears, and his mouth moves back to my nipple as he plays with my pussy, brushing my clit with his thumb as I hold onto him for dear life.Oh god, yes!

Around him, like this, I don’t feel ashamed. He makes me feel beautiful, like my body was made for just him to devour. He pulls the other side of my camisole down so I’m bare for him as he moves his mouth to my other nipple, giving it the same attention.

All of the sensations pulse between my legs, and I know I’m going to go off like a rocket if he keeps strumming me like that. He’s so gentle, his fingers moving deftly, spreading my slickness everywhere as he moans while he sucks my nipple, laving it, caressing it. Then his eyes meet mine.

I stare at him, so close to my orgasm that I think he senses it, his lips curling up into a smile. He lets my nipple go with a pop.

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