42. Dante

Chapter 42

Dante

S he had put on her shorts before we’d left the pool, but it did little to make me forget the sight of her in that swimsuit. All those crazy memories of her from that fateful night came crowding back into my head.

I thought of all the women I’d been with since that night. It was no wonder none of those relationships stood a chance. They were all beautiful in their own way, but none could compete with the image of her in her white swimsuit.

She was a dream in my head.

I couldn’t look away.

The more I tried, the more seductive the dream became.

Here she was, my dream, in my bedroom. I was thrilled. My body trembled with emotion.

She looked around, taking note of the surroundings and I wished I could hear what she was thinking.

“I love this room. The safe house I was in was dark in the worst of ways. Everything about it was just terrible. It actually smelled like death. Obviously, I couldn’t renovate the house, but I had to at least renovate the room I was in, otherwise, I would be haunted by my nightmares.”

Any other time I would have been amused by her cute chatter, or the way her nose wrinkled, but not now. I had dreamed of seeing her for too long. I could have lost her today, but in the middle of the chaos, we were together, alone and safe. My cock throbbed.

“Neck massage then shower for you,” I said as I hooked my hand into the band of her damp shorts and pulled her slightly closer to me.

“Sounds good to me.” Her voice was a whisper and her eyes were shining. Then I did something I never did: I let my guard down.

I knelt in front of her and leaned my forehead against her stomach. I could hear her blood and smell her sweet juices. She lifted her hand and settled it against my neck … softly … delicately. She stroked my nape and then moved to my hair and my heart swelled. Her touch was so gentle, and filled with affection. Or perhaps it was all in my head, but what I did know without a shadow of a doubt was that apart from her father she was the only person I’d ever cared about.

I hooked my hands into the band of her shorts and pulled them down. She let them fall and I leaned forward to pepper kisses on her white swimsuit. She was my goddess. I would want her forever.

I stood and brushed the soft tendrils around her forehead away from her face and lightly stroked her cheek. Taking her hand, I lead her to the bathroom.

I found a massage oil in the cupboard, poured it into the palm of my hand and warmed it by rubbing my hands together. I turned her to face the mirror and instantly our eyes met. Hers were trusting. I’d never seen them so until today. I placed my hands on her neck and began to softly massage it. She closed her eyes and moaned a little.

“Guide me?” I instructed.

She nodded and her hand came on top of mine and led me.

“Down here …” she said. “It feels like something twisted or knotted.”

Gently, rhythmically, I smoothed it out. Then I retrieved a towel from the cabinet, folded it, and put it around her neck.

“Bend your head to the right … no jerking,” I told her.

She did it slowly and intentionally. I made her repeat it to the opposite side and by the end of it, her eyes came open. She met my gaze and nodded.

“I think it feels better.”

“It’ll get worse before it gets better,” I said.

She smiled. “You're so pessimistic.”

“Not pessimistic,” I replied. “Just experienced.”

I turned around and headed into the shower. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stood under the spray. The water flowed down my body. I turned when I heard the glass door open and pulled her to me. I held her neck as delicately as I could and slanted my head to kiss her.

Her body sagged with relief and pleasure. Her taste was incomparable. I felt sweetness and peace fill me. It felt like I was home. I grabbed her ass, soft and full, and began to grind her sex against my hardness, sensually, tenderly. She moaned into my mouth and held onto my biceps. Her grip was hard as she tried to contain her arousal. I was so turned on that it took all of my self-control not to pull her back to me and take her roughly against the glass.

I knew what she needed the most was to be consoled and gently stimulated. I stepped away from her and watched the water flow down her hair and her body, her pussy. I couldn’t look away as she parted her legs.

I saw the pink slit and I ached to once again taste it, but my head kept telling me it wasn’t the time. I had to focus on getting her relaxed; I picked up my shampoo bottle from the shelf against the wall, pumped a healthy amount into my hand, and began to gently massage her scalp. Shampoo suds ran down her glistening body. Then I switched to a body wash and set about soaping every inch of her body.

I couldn’t hold back then, and I kissed her.

She responded in a way that I had only dreamed about. I forgot myself. My hands molded to the silky wet surface of her breasts, and my hand moved even further down until it came to the junction between her thighs.

I slid my fingers between her slickness. I tried my best not to go too quickly, but as I continued to rub and stroke her swollen bud, her breathing quickened and unable to bear the stimulation, she ground her pussy against my hand mindlessly.

I was no saint, and at that point, there was no way I could hold back. I turned her around, grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Her hand came behind her to grasp my cock and glide it along her ass to the pulsing folds of her sex.

I flattened my palm against the wall.

She spread her legs even wider and pushed her hips back and my cock slipped inside her. I started to move my hips.

I went slow despite how fast she urged me. It took all the strength in me not to give in, but at the end of the day holding on tightly to her and rocking both of us to oblivion was beyond special. It felt as though she was an extension of me. The steam, heat, and wetness had melded us together. Where her skin ended and mine began could be known.

“It's fine,” she breathed through her ecstatic haze. “I’m ... The pill. It’s fine.”

It was crazy, but I had not even thought about it. It felt so right. Nothing, not even the thinnest condom should come between us. She came with a cry while I felt the effect course through my body like the softest, sweetest blow to my guts.

I poured my thick cream deep inside her body. She turned and threw her arms around me.

“I think you’re right. My neck’s gonna hurt,” she grumbled into my chest.

I almost laughed, but I didn’t like the thought of her in any kind of pain. I moved us out of the shower and got a towel. She stood submissively as I dried her down like a child.

She looked tired. I threw the towel aside, gathered her into my arms, and headed straight to bed. There was no question now that she was going to spend the night with me. I watched her naked on my bed and felt my chest swell with emotion. I made myself a promise. One day I’d put a ring on her finger. And she would be mine. All mine. And only mine.

Her eyes were closing.

Marie had left a tray of food for her and wanted to try to get her to eat something before sleep could take her.

“Sure you don’t want to eat before going to sleep?” I asked.

“No,” she replied softly, and completely naked, snuggled deeper into the pillow.