Page 94 of The Wrong Man

He’s gorgeous. I already knew this. But running my hands over his olive skin and defined muscles is bringing a whole new level of understanding. This man was front of the queue when God was handing out perfection.

I can barely believe he is allowing me to grope him. It feels like a desecration of something holy.

Dante leaves my lips. He kisses my neck. Then down to my chest. Each soft caress of lips against my bare skin is a spark of fuel to my arousal. The way he is touching me is making me feel things I’ve never felt before. This isn’t a hookup. This isn’t something merely physical. This is something far more profound.

Dante’s kisses reach my stomach. I roll onto my back, he follows. It’s graceful, like ballet or something choreographed. Or something we have done a thousand times.

He reaches my cock and I make a noise that is deeply unholy. Dante is going to blow me, and it’s not something I expected. He is a big bad mafia man, I assumed he’d push me down and expect me to service him.

Instead, he has kissed his way down to my cock, eagerly, hungrily. Like he can’t wait to devour me. Like my pleasure is more important than his own and the only thing he wants is to hear me cry out.

It fits the quiet, sweet side of him. The side that buys me baking equipment and chooses runt scones. This is the true Dante, I realize. If this is who he is in intimate moments when all walls fall away, then this is who he truly is.

My heart thumps. Full and swollen with joy. I didn’t want Dante to be the cold, hard torturer. I wanted him to be this, and I was right.

I moan as his lips wrap around the very tip of my cock. My thoughts scatter. My soul catapults to the stars where I spin in slow, lazy circles.

His lips roll down my length. His tongue swirls over me. Everything is warm, wet, soft and Dante. I’m in his mouth and it feels like heaven.

He sucks and I scream. Oh fuck. He is good at this, very, very good at this. It’s not surprising. He’s the type of man who excels at everything he does. And the human body is his specific area of expertise.

Dark clouds form at the corners of my mind at that thought. A cold shiver pulses down my spine. Resolutely, I push the thought and feeling away. Nope, not going there. I’m going to enjoy this. I can pick it apart later.

Dante’s head bobs. I wail. Fireworks detonate in my soul.

This is the best blowjob of my life. Oh my god. I’ve been doing sex wrong my entire life.

His tongue does something. My hips levitate off the mattress and I thrust into Dante’s face and slide down into his tight throat.

My balls draw up. That tight, familiar feeling. I’m about to shoot my load. Spectacularly.

My hands tangle into Dante’s dark hair and frantically yank him off of me. He winces and licks his swollen lips.

“Sorry!” I blurt. “I was about to blow!”

A wicked gleam ignites in his dark eyes. My heart thumps. Heat races up my neck and all over my face.

Dante chuckles. He uses his shoulder to gently nudge my thighs even wider apart. He lowers his head. His nose nestles near my balls, and then his scorching tongue laps over my hole.

Holy Christ! My eyes roll back. My legs shamelessly spread even wider. My hips lift beseechingly.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Dante licks over my rim. Sensations explode. I feel the lick everywhere. My toes, my nipples, my soul. The spark it ignites dances everywhere.

He licks again and again. I writhe, I wail. My hands tangle in the sheets beneath me. Pleasure and euphoria flood my veins. I’m sobbing now, from the intensity.

Suddenly, his tongue stiffens and pushes into me. Penetrating and entering. A hint of a stretch, a tease of fullness. A gentle echo of what it is like to be fucked.

My hips buck, seeking more of him, more of everything.

His tongue flicks in and out of me, lightning fast. Wet friction over my sensitive rim.

A scream pours out of me, an overflow of ecstasy. There is too much euphoria within me to contain, so it escapes in a long, animalistic, primal cry.

His tongue moves and moves. My lungs and heart have lost all rhythm. They can only function sporadically, in between the waves and waves of rapture that Dante is licking into me.

But I want more, so much more. He has awoken my desire and it is a greedy thing.