10. Amy

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Dante is looking at me like I just grew a second head.

He can't be serious, thinking I'm that kind of sexy. Glancing down at my body, I try to see what he sees but it's hard to get past the obvious flaws.

"Amy, look at me," his voice is deep and hard as I try, I can't disobey.

Forcing my chin up, I steel myself for the disappointment I'm certain that I'll see shadowing his golden eyes. I prepare myself, anticipating the chastising comment that's sure to come, like Chad would make, about how I could do this or that better.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." There is no hint of a lie in his expression or words as he drags his gaze up and down my exposed body with… reverence. "How do I make you realize that?"

I blink. I've been called many things, by many people in all my years, but beautiful has never been among them. My friends tell me I look "pretty," sometimes. My mother tells me I'm "lovely". But trinkets are pretty. Floral arrangements are lovely.

"Your body is beautiful, Amy," his amber eyes are locked with mine, forcing me to listen. Holding me so I don't shy away like I want to. "Your mind is beautiful, but the most beautiful part of all is your heart, and I can't fucking wait until the day you let me into it."

My jaw drops, along with my stomach, and I'm completely lost for words. No one—and I mean, no one—has ever said anything like that to me, and I have no idea how to react to it.

Dante inches closer, and when I don't move or tell him to back off, he scoots closer still, until he's kneeling right beside me. The heat from his body seeping into my skin.

"You think you're fat?" he shakes his head, "I don't see it. I see a strong, healthy woman. Not some waify little girl. You think being a mom is a turn off?" he snorts. "Couldn't be further from the truth. You are a she-cat, raising your daughter to be just as strong and ferocious as you are.

"You think the marks on your body take from your beauty? Hell no, baby. Those are battle scars. Each mark is a badge, proving that you carried a life inside of you. All those things make you stronger now than you were before."

His words are… poetic. They are beautiful, lifting my spirit in a way they've never been lifted, and I want to believe them so badly.

He reaches out to cup the side of my cheeks and the look he gives me tells me he knows exactly what I'm thinking. His palm is large and warm, his skin is rough from work and I can't help nuzzling my cheek into it.

"It's okay, baby," he says quietly, "You don't have to believe me right now. Someday you will, though."

A short, humorless laugh bursts out of me. "You're awfully sure of yourself."

He grins, and holy shit, if I thought he was gorgeous before, the way the wide smile lights up his whole face makes my heart break a little at how genuine and beautiful it is.

Where the hell did this guy come from, and how did he find me?

"Now, since we got that out of the way," Dante lays back and his hands go to the closure of his pants. His fingers are long and elegant as they work the button and zip and I'm frozen watching as he pushes the denim down his narrow hips. "Come here, baby," he says, kicking the jeans off the side of the bed and reaching for me, "we're just gettin' started."

I should probably be scrambling for the other side, but my eyes are locked on what he's just revealed. The tattoos that trail up his arm and down his ribs also curl down and around his side. Gnarled branches shooting down his thigh with spindly fingers reaching across his hip and curling around his inner thigh. The black and gray ink is stark against his bronzed skin.

I swallow when my eyes trail up to his hips and get a good look at the equipment he's packing there. He's long and thick, but not in a practical joke way. Despite coming not long ago, his cock is hard and curls up against his stomach. With a dark spongey head peaking out from the little turtleneck of his foreskin.

Perfectly.

His head is glossy from his previous orgasm and when another bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip before my eyes my lip's part and I lick them with a soft hum.

"Fuck, baby," he curls his tattooed fingers around his shaft and squeezes. Ink covers the back of his hand in an intricate geometric pattern that bleeds down each of his fingers. "Come here and I'll give you a taste."

My mouth waters just thinking of how he'll feel against my tongue. What he'll taste like. Since I have a practically non-existent gag reflex, I used to enjoy giving head. Which was another notch against me from Chad. The first time I deep throated him, instead of enjoying the novelty, he told me only whores and porn stars ever did that.

Dante's fist runs up and down his shaft and more pre-cum leaks from the tip making my mouth water.

"Com'on, baby," he urges with a roll of his hips, and he slides his other arm behind his head so he can watch.

Slowly, tentatively, I stretch out beside him, so my head is level with his hips. My eyes are locked with his hand as it slowly strokes up and down his shaft. My fingers twitch with the need to touch him there and when I lick my lips again, he groans.

"Touch me," he pleads. His voice is low and husky. Needy. "I want to feel you."

Slowly. Tentatively. I prop myself with my elbow and reach out with my other hand. My fingertips skim over his tattooed thigh and Dante hisses at the light contact. His skin is warm and smooth. Virtually hairless as I slide my fingers higher to where his leg and hip meet and his breath catches.

"You're such a fucking tease," he breathes, but there's no venom in his voice so I keep going. His hand that's stroking himself stills and falls to the side when I trail my fingers over the tattoos that stretch across the low part of his belly. His muscles contract under my fingertips showing off the ridges of his abdominals and I hum with appreciation.

Dante is beautiful to look at, but it's the easy way he encourages me to touch him, to become familiar with his body, that keeps my fingers moving toward the dark patch of neatly trimmed hair that circles the base of his cock.

His breath hisses when I gently caress him there.

"Mmm, that's it baby. Your hand feels so fucking good," his chin kicks back when I take him into my palm. He lifts his hips, pressing against my grip before focusing back on me. "I want more."

I tighten my fingers at his encouragement and slowly drag my hand up his shaft, taking over where he was stroking. His skin is silky and smooth against my palm, when I get to the tip, I drag my thumb across the top, gathering his pre-cum before dragging it back down his length. On the up stroke I notice a strange texture to his skin that I didn't feel before, but before I can focus more on it, a low growl rumbles out of him.

"I want to feel your lips on me."

My eyes drop down to where I'm working him with my fist.

"Please, baby. I want you to replace your hand with your hot little mouth."

Oh, God. I want that too.

Slowly, I push my way down his body. Curling my legs under me as I settle between his spread thighs so that my mouth is hovering over where my hand is still working up and down his length. The sight of his glistening tip peeking out from the top of my fist has my stomach flipping excitedly and my pussy growing hot and wet.

I bow over him and flick the tip of my tongue across his dark purple head. Sharp muskiness explodes across my tongue, and I hum like he's the best thing I've ever tasted. Without any more hesitation, I open my mouth and guide him past my lips.

Dante's hips kick up and the strangled sound he makes at the first lap of my tongue goes straight to the rapid pulse pounding between my legs. Alternating my fist and lips, I work more and more of him into my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, he brings his hand up to my shoulder and for a moment I expect him to push me off, like Chad would have. Instead, he strokes his hand to the back of my neck and up under my hair.

"That's right, take me as deep as you can, baby."

I bob up and down, working him with my lips and tongue until his breath is coming in harsh pants. Then I drop down, trying to take more, but I can't seem to get him deep enough. It's been a long time since I've done this, what if I forgot how? I chance a look up through my lashes and catch him watching me. His lips are parted, and his eyes are locked on me. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I bob down again only to be met with the resistance of my throat and I want to scream when I can't seem to take him any farther.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good, Amy," he encourages.

I blink back tears that have nothing to do with the blow job I'm trying to give and remind myself that he's not Chad. So, I do something I'd never have had the courage to do before.

I reach behind me where his hand is cupping the back of my neck, and I curl my fingers around his wrist. I lift his hand up and press it down on the back of my head. Sliding my hand over the top of his, when I bob down again, I press my hand down to show him what I want.

"You need some help, baby?" he asks, propping himself up and then threading his fingers through my hair.

I nod.

"Fuck," he whispers as he gathers my hair back from my face so he can hold it in his fist.

I suck in a sharp breath through my nose and this time when he hits the back of my throat he presses down with his hand and lifts up with his hips, not letting me come back up.

"Swallow my cock, Amy," he grits, forcing me to take more of him. "That's it. You can do it. Swallow me down, baby," he groans when I swallow and finally sink deeper. Past the tight clench of my throat. "Mmm, that's my good girl. Swallow all of me. Don't you dare stop until your lips are kissing my balls."

He's fucking big and my throat struggles to take him, but he doesn't let me up and I'm determined to do this. I want to.

"Ah, fuck Amy. You're a fucking dream!" he praises as he slips deep into my throat.

My pussy clenches and I flick my eyes up when I hit the base of him. He's breathing hard, his fist tight in my hair. My lips are stretched wide around the thick base of his cock and when I stick my tongue out to lap at his sac, he loses it.

"Fuck!" He arches and his hips thrust up, choking me just before he comes down my throat. His salty tang fills my mouth and I swallow down each pulse of his thick cream. Tears burn my eyes before sliding down my cheeks but if he wasn't choking me, I would be moaning. It's amazing. The helpless feeling while also knowing that in this moment we're both at each other's mercy.

"Christ, Amy I'm sorry—" he gasps, dragging me off him. His eyes are glazed from his orgasm, but also filled with concern as he wipes away my tears with his thumb.

Concern. Not disgust.

Licking the last of his cum from my lips, I give him a watery smile. "Did you like that?" I ask.

His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me into his lap, "Gods, yes." With me tucked against him he asks, "Did you?"

I nod. "I loved it," I answer honestly and then can't help adding on, "is that okay?"

His arms tighten around to the point it's almost hard to breathe. "Amy, everything you do is okay. Everything you feel is okay. Anything that gives you any pleasure is okay."

I nod again, and this time I smile too. And I even begin to believe it.