Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,147

Dante had dug his cock into my backside again. I couldn’t wait to get out of my clothes and really feel him against me. I shoved my ass back for additional friction, but again Dante’s hand on my hip stopped me. “No.”

“Dante, I really want to—”

His lips swallowed my words again and his fingers tightened in warning. “I want you to be silent now unless you want to tell me to stop.” He nibbled my neck. “You do what I tell you, Valentina, or you tell me to stop. There are only these two options.”

I nodded, and he must have felt it because he couldn’t possibly have seen it in the dark. I was glad Dante didn’t know how turned on I was by his commanding tone.

“Very good,” he said quietly. “You’re still going to be very tight today; that’s why we’re going to go slow and take our time making you really wet.”

I couldn’t believe the same restrained and cold Dante I knew by day was saying these things to me. I wanted to ask him why he’d changed his mind. Did one time make such a difference? Maybe he’d accepted that I knew what I wanted. “I want you to undress now.”

I felt an instant of disappointment that Dante wasn’t going to do it himself, but then excitement drowned it out. He released my hip and I quickly sat up and tugged my nightgown over my head, then slid down my panties. I could feel Dante’s eyes on me. I turned to him, wondering if I was supposed to give him some sort of sign, and that idea almost made me giggle, but then the bed shifted and I could see Dante getting up and starting to undress. Everything was in shadows, but I could make out his impressive hard-on. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

I scooted over to his side of the bed and perched on the edge, nervous and curious and excited, and almost bursting with lust. Dante moved closer until he stood in front of me, his erection on eye level with me. I gasped before I could swallow the sound, realizing what he wanted to do. Bibiana’s advice shot through my mind, but I wasn’t sure if Dante wanted me to act on my own accord. He cupped my cheek, his palm warm and slightly rough against my skin. “How far have you gone before me?”

I hesitated a moment, but I supposed he wanted me to answer, so I said, “I kissed Antonio a few times and he touched my breasts a few times, but that’s all I’ve ever done before you.”

Silence filled the dark room. My heartbeat accelerated, the thud-thud seemingly louder by the second. I could hear Dante’s rhythmic breathing, no sign that he was sexually aroused—except for the proof straining to attention before my face. “I want you to suck my cock, Valentina.”

His thumb brushed my lips, then slipped between them, parting them slightly. He waited, and I nudged his thumb with my tongue before sucking on it lightly, hoping he’d take it as the confirmation that it was. He moved even closer until his tip grazed my lips. Dante’s thumb stroked my chin, his palm still cupping my cheek. “Lick around the tip.” I darted my tongue out and trailed it around his head. Dante’s breathing hitched, but that was the only sign that my actions had an effect on him. “Now lick up to the top and dip your tongue into the slit.”

I followed his orders and was rewarded by the quickening of Dante’s breathing. His thumb on my chin tightened. “Open your mouth.” I parted my lips without hesitation. I was glad for Dante’s orders. That way at least I wasn’t left to fumble around and embarrass myself. He slid the head of his cock into my mouth, so it rested lightly on my tongue. “Close your lips around me and suck lightly.”

I did as he said and he stroked my chin, then trailed his thumb up until it brushed the spot where his cock disappeared between my lips. “I like my cock in your mouth,” he said in a low voice. “And I love that it’s the only cock you’ve ever sucked.” He slid deeper into my mouth, but still not very far. “Let’s see how much of me you can take.” He eased himself into me inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I reached out for his