Just Breathe Mi Amore

Ch. 12

     I'm standing in front of Dante. Practically naked. I kind of forget I wasn't wearing a bra. If I was wearing a bra it wouldn't be that bad. It would be like wearing a swimsuit. But I'm not. He is getting to see me in a vulnerable state.
     My heart is racing. He called me beautiful. Just that small compliment filled my heart with happiness. Dante's warm hand cups my cheek. I look into his eyes, they are sparkling with desire. My arms fold over my chest, trying to cover myself up.
     "Are you okay?" Dante blurts out. I nod my head yes. I don't really know if I'm okay. I've gone through a lot and now I'm just standing vulnerably in front of a man. I don't really know how to feel.
     "No, seriously. Are you okay?" Dante puts an emphasis on each word.
      "I will be," I whisper. It's true. Eventually, I will be okay. It's just something that will take time, but my past won't always define me.
      "Can I kiss you?" Dante mutters as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. Flashbacks of earlier today in his office flood my mind. It feels like a jab to the heart just thinking about it. I shake my head no.
      "Dante," I sigh out frustrated, "I'm not gonna be just another one of your girls." I take a step back from him and the back of my thighs hit his bed.
       "You think you're just another girl to me?" Dante asks softly. I look around awkwardly and start to fidget with my fingers.
       "You made that pretty clear this morning," I mutter. I avoid making eye contact with him. This is too awkward for me. Not only am I naked, but I am naked and confessing feelings to Dante.
       "There's just things I can't tell you right now. Things that would make this morning make sense. I mean it's not an excuse, but maybe it would help you understand. I'm sorry," Dante explains. What can't he tell me? I'm so confused. A million things are running through my head right now.
      "Why can't you tell me?" I ask.
      "Why can't you tell me about your past?" Dante rebuttals. Touché. It's not that easy, I guess. I want to be able to just sit their and spill my heart out, but it's awkward. Honestly, if I tried to talk about it nothing would probably come out of my mouth. I'd look like a gaping fish.
      "Please let me kiss you," Dante begs and pulls me up against his body. Every inch of me is on fire. Craving his touch. Craving his lips. I've desired a man like Dante. He's new. He's mysterious. His undeniably attractive. There's this connection between us. Dante doesn't feel like a stranger anymore, but a person I've known for years.
       "Okay," I whisper. I feel weak. My head is foggy from Dante being so close to me. His lips press against mine. It starts off sweet and comforting, but then he licks my bottom lip. I arch my back in response, pressing into him further. A slight moan escapes my lips. Dante picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist out of instinct.
     This distraction allows Dante's tongue to slip past my lip. I've never kissed anyone with tongue before. I pull away slightly and look around the room awkwardly. I hope he doesn't judge me. He's probably been with more experienced women.
      "What is it?" Dante asks me. His voice is so husky. It is so hot. I fidget with Dante's shirt, nervous to talk.
       "I, uh," I shove my blushing face into his neck, "I don't know what I'm doing." I hear him let out a slight chuckle. His hands rub my back and then grip my waist.
      "Let me show you," Dante whispers into my ear. Every inch of me is craving his affection. I feel like I'm on fire and it can only be put out by his touch. His lips make his way to mine. Dante turns us around and then sits down on the bed.
      I have the confidence to try and bite his lip. It worked because I feel his member harden against me. I let out a small giggle and feel him smile against my lips. He takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. The feeling of his tongue dominating mine, makes me moan. Dante leans back onto the bed and I place both of my hands on his chest to catch myself. My ribs slightly ache at the action, but the pleasure I'm feeling makes it worth it. He pulls my body close against his. Dante's hands grip my waist and starts guiding my hips back and forth.
      This feeling is the most euphoric thing I have ever felt. I never want this moment to end. I must've brushed against him in the right way because he lets out a small groan. His voice is like music to my ears, turning me on even more. Dante flips us around, so now I'm under him. His hands brushing up and down my side before massaging one of my breasts. My back arches and I let out a moan in response. Dante kisses down my neck until he reaches my other breast. Taking it into his mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. He eventually kisses down my stomach till he reaches my underwear.
"Can I?" Dante asks softly as his fingers curl under the hem of my underwear. I nod my head and look away. I don't want to see his reaction. My heart races even faster at the thought of him seeing everything. Oh god I hope I'm making the right decision. Dante slips my underwear off and places soft kisses on my thighs. Dante slides down the bed till his knees hit the floor. He grabs my thighs and pulls me closer to his face. Oh no. Is he? No, he wouldn't. I don't think guys really enjoy doing that.
I'm proven wrong when he places a soft kiss on my vag. He pushes my legs further apart before slowly licking up. When his tongue swipes over my clit, moans erupt from my mouth. Oh god that felt so good. His warm breath fans across me. I wiggle and whine suggesting to keep going. I feel him smile against me as he starts to devour me. He slips a finger into me and slowly pumps it in and out as his tongue remains busy with my clit. This pleasurable pressure sits in my lower stomach. I don't know what's happening but I like it. Dante shakes his head side to side in a fast motion hitting a spot just right.
"Da-" I try to say his name, "Dante, I don't know this feeling." My back arches even higher. I think I'm about to have an orgasm. I've never done this before. My hand shoots to his head and balls his hair into a fist. My hips start to softly grind against his face.
"Shh, it's okay. Your about to cum," Dante's voice vibrates against my clit. His finger picks up the pace a little and he keeps doing whatever he's doing with his tongue. Before I know it, waves of pleasure curse through me and my body jolts a little. I moan his name as I cum all over his face. My body shaking slightly, I collapse on the bed. Dante comes up from in between my legs. My wetness shining on his smirking lips. God, seeing my juices on his face are so unbelievably hot.
"Was that your first time orgasming?" Dante bluntly asks? I'm not surprised that's the first thing he says. I nod my head shyly avoiding eye contact. Dante's head grabs my chin and he kisses me. I taste myself on his lips. It's not as bad as I thought it would be.
"I love that I was your first time," Dante smiles at me. I give him a shy smile. My hands go towards the buttons in his pants.
"What are you doing?" Dante frowns. My hands freeze in their place. Isn't this what I'm supposed to do?
"Don't you want something in return?" I ask.
"I want to pleasure you. I didn't touch you in hopes I would get some. I wanted to make you feel good and then help you take a warm bath," Dante's frown deepens as he talks. My cheeks flush red.
"Oh...I just assumed..." I stutter and hide my head in my hands. How embarrassing. Although I am surmised a man turned down the offer.
"Trust me Paisley, I will show you how a real man acts," Dante picks me up, "Now let's get you cleaned up." His words melt my heart. Dante carry's me to the bathroom and helps me take a bath.