Page 34 of Little Sparrow

Dantewantsmetodrag him into a dream again. But at the beach, in the sea? I’m not sure if I can do this, I am used to doing rooms. Now he wants me to do an open world. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to go near a beach and even then. No water was as beautiful as this. When I look out on the horizon, I hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. Dusk is settling in, and the first stars are twinkling in the sky. It was beautiful. Looking out, I see the boats and can't help but stare, captivated by their serenity. It was then I realise we would need to be in a boat to be in the middle of the ocean. It would be freezing.

I chose a boat, a beautiful one with seats in the back from what I can see from my balcony. It looks small from here, but I can tell it’s large. We could sit out on the back while looking out into the water. I’m pretty sure it’s Leo’s private dock, I’ve never seen anyone else out there.

The beauty of the sea made me forget about the job I did. Leo had issues with a guard that could have been involved in the disappearance of the drugs. But he wasn’t, now because of me, he will suffer for the rest of his life. I never took his soul. It didn’t feel satisfying, so I gave up. My internal darkness has strengthened since my time with Dante. It’s as though sex takes what I truly need.

Leo made me eat in my room. The way me and Dante acted while we were in the pool did not please him. ‘Too close.’ He had muttered to himself, but I heard. I usually hate it when he is disappointed in me, but today, I can’t find it in me to care. I’ve not had fun in a long time.

I shower quickly and lay down in my enormous bed. The soft but plump pillows surrounding me help me drift off into a deep sleep; my eyes close. I think of Dante and us being out in the sea.

“You did it,” he exclaims as we appear in the middle of the ocean, on the boat that I had been admiring just hours before.

“Yeah, I’m a little out of practice. You’re the only person I have ever shared a dream with.” I shrug. He sits down on one seat and looks out into the dark, the waves crashing against the side of the boat, rocking us gently. He reaches out his hand for mine, pulling me closer. Opening his legs for me to stand in between.

“I’ve always wondered how it would feel, touching you properly inside your dream. Would it feel different?” He asks as his rough palms glide up my thighs. I shudder.

His fingers dance along the waistband of the shorts. My skin becomes hot and sensitive to his touch; like tiny trails of fire tickling against my lower belly. Ever so slowly, he pulls them down, but he watches my face.

They drop to the floor, but we don’t hear them over the water. His hand stops behind my knee and he pulls it up and over his shoulder. The cool breeze of the sea air brushes across my pussy. My head tilts back and I moan when the warmth of his tongue presses against me. I gasp. He licks up my slit and over my clit and moans with me.

“You taste amazing,” he murmurs against me, his mouth hovering over where I need him most. I grasp his hair and pull him closer. “Do it again,” he does, but stops on my clit and sucks on it. A finger enters me and I can’t help but grind on his face, his finger going deeper.

“So fucking wet,” he growls, while sliding another finger inside. Hot, glorious pressure fills me and he continues to finger me and his mouth still on my clit, sucking and nibbling. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg. My fingers clutch onto his hair as I hold him in place. I explode and cum all over his face, wave after wave of orgasm crashing over me. When he looks up at me with a smile on his face and my arousal around his mouth, it turns me on even more. I yank off my tank top, revealing my bare breasts. He trails kisses up my body and onto my mouth, treating me like a goddess.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He guides me to the floor, an apology in his eyes at the lack of a bed, but I smile up at him. I don’t care where we are, as long as I’m with him. He undresses the quickest I have ever seen someone and even though he has already fucked me, anticipation still flows through my body.

He holds himself above me, and my fingers trace his lower body. We had been so rushed before; I want to take my time. He lets me. His eyes close when my fingers dip into the ridges of his abs, continuing going down, finding that small trail of hair that leads to his cock. I hesitate.

“Keep going,” he whispers. My heartbeat races as I do what he says. His forehead drops to mine as I palm his cock. I stroke him. He’s so big and hard, I wondered how he even fit in me before. He lets out a groan when I pump my hand, twisting gently at my up and down movements. Going by instinct.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

My clit throbs between my legs and I wrap my legs around him, guiding him toward my entrance. He pushes forward, and every inch of me stretches inside the further he goes. Our first time was rough and quick, the second time was similar, but now.. he is gentle with me. He is caring for me. We both look down to where we are joined before he thrusts in the rest of the way. A dull ache spreads through me until it’s a pleasurable fullness.

“You take me so well,” he praises. His words send a warmth throughout my body as he holds himself over me. He pulls out and thrusts back in. His pelvis grinds against mine, giving a whole new sensation. Moans escape my throat. Each pound of his cock forces them out of me. He doesn’t need to cover my mouth with his out here.

“This is how I had always imagined our first time together,” he mumbles into my neck, his hot breath tickling against me as he pushes in deep, hitting a sweet spot inside me. Fire dances through my veins as another orgasm slams through me. Shudders take over my body, but Dante doesn’t stop. He pounds harder and faster until his cum floods inside me. He moans while his thrusts slow.

Aftershocks take over my body, he strokes my hair from my face but doesn’t leave my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum.”

He eventually rolls off of me, but pulls me closer, his arms like a vice over my body.

“Thank you.” I whisper into him.

Dante chuckles, his chest vibrating under my cheek as I lay across him. We just stay there, rocking in the gentle waves, under the moon and the stars. This is romantic.

“You keep saying I’m yours, but what does that really mean?” I eventually ask.

“Since we first met, I felt a pull toward you. I wanted you, but couldn’t figure out why. We were strangers. I knew I couldn’t truly have you. When we kissed, it felt amazing, like it truly meant us to be together. I’ve not kissed anyone since. My lips belonged to you. Even though we couldn’t become anything. I selfishly wanted you to be mine, so I kept telling myself that. I have always been yours. Now that you’re in my world, I have nothing to keep you from. I can’t taint you.”

“And here I am. I had always hoped you came to save me,” I confess, a deep sigh leaving me.

“Why didn’t you bring me to your dreams?” He asks.

“I just couldn’t, and I kept thinking that if you burst in here to be a hero and get yourself killed, I’d never forgive myself.”

A finger lifts my chin, and we gaze at each other under the glow of the moon.

“I would have risked it for you. Understand, from now on, I’m no hero. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If you want someone's head, I’ll cut it off and serve it to you on a platter. Only for you.”

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