Wrong for Me

33|honeymoon phase

NAOMI COLE—SEPTEMBER

BEING WITH DANTE MADE me realize just how much I had missed out on being in a normal relationship—and I'm sure I did the same for him. The spontaneity, the reciprocation, and the pure joy that came with it.

The spontaneity of it may have been my favorite part of it, especially because at this very moment Dante was sleepily pressing kisses to my neck at two in the morning. We had fallen asleep hours ago after spending the day unpacking and reorganizing the home—it was a tiresome process. Yet, we both clearly woke up with one thing in mind—one another.

"Hmm," I hummed as Dante's lips found a sweet spot on my neck that he had been the only one to ever discover. "That feels good."

Softly, I played with his hair as he moved the kisses even farther down so that they skirted over my exposed collarbone.

"Can I taste you?" He inquired in his raspy tone, clearly having woken up just minutes ago. "Please?"

The desperation in his voice had me bucking my hips up, my core practically burning in response to his question. I nodded and watched as he pulled away from my collarbone with a sly smirk on his handsome face.

Ever so slowly, he moved father down the bed until he was under the covers directly below me. He took me by surprise when he grabbed my thighs and pushed them wide open. I was glad that I was in nothing but panties anyways, especially when he let out a deep groan.

"I always love the way you taste. So sweet."

"Just hurry up," I groaned in response, bucking my hips yet again, only for him to grab my hips and pin me back down to the bed.

His finger curled around the hem of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs. Once again, he grabbed onto my thighs and widened my legs. Under the covers, I couldn't see him, which only added to the pressure in my core.

Suddenly, I felt as he finally made contact with me, my back arching off the bed when he let his tongue enter me. With the back of my hand, I covered my mouth to hold back the loud moan threatening to tumble from my lips.

"Let me hear you," he demanded in a low tone when he pulled away, his finger toying with my clit in replace of his tongue. "Don't hold back, Sweetheart."

He was back on me just seconds later and I was doing as he said—letting him hear me. I had never truly felt pleasure like this until I met Dante, he made sure that I felt just as good as he did and truly enjoyed seeing me feel such immense pleasure.

"Dante, I'm gonna cum," I moaned loudly, gripping his hair under the sheets as I felt my core tighten.

"Don't. Not yet."

There was no way I could hold back, not with the way he was making me feel. Still, I gripped the covers and closed my eyes in an effort to hold back, only for him to flick his tongue faster, which sent me over the edge.

"Fuck you," I groaned once I came down from the rush, chuckling at the little game he had played with me. He wanted me to try to hold back, but he would make it happen anyways.

"Is that what you want to do next?" He threw back with a wink, lifting his head from the covers and gazing up at me with nothing but lust clouding his eyes, his hair falling over his forehead.

"Yes," I breathed out when I felt as he began to let kisses travel up my body, staring with the insides of my thighs until he finally reached my lips.

He pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his hands pressed firmly on either side of me while mine draped over his shoulders. Wanting to speed this up, I let my hands roam down his chiseled torso until they were at the hem of his boxers. As best as I could with him on top of me, I pulled them down his legs and grabbed onto him, stroking him slowly. He moaned against my lips, making that feeling shoot straight back to my core as I wanted nothing more than for him to be buried inside me.