Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Oh, I can easily believe that you wouldn’t want to sleep with me after this.”
“That’s in no way what I just said. I’m saying I’m glad I got to spend time with you, talking to you, laughing and crying with you, getting to know you. I still fully intend to take you to bed in the near future, provided you’ll consent to going out with me again. And while I wholeheartedly look forward to that, I’m grateful that we got to do this, too.”
“You’d have to be insane to actually ask me out again.”
“Charlie, will you please go out with me tomorrow night?”
“Ok.” I grinned and held him a little tighter and kissed his shoulder. “It really is nuts, you know, wanting to go out with me again after what I just subjected you to.”
“It’s crazy that you agreed to go out with me in the first place.”
“Oh yeah, saying yes to an incredibly hot, sexy, fascinating man – clearly, that’s completely crazy.” I was still grinning.
“But you must have known who I am, what I do,” he said quietly. “Or if you didn’t, you obviously found out soon after I asked you out. And yet, you gave me a second chance and agreed to go out with me tonight.”
“I’m so glad I did.”
His dark eyes searched my face. “Don’t you want to know who you’re getting mixed up with? Don’t you have questions about my line of work?”
“You know, when I first agreed to go out with you, I was also thinking this was only going to be about sex. You’d take me to bed, you’d fuck me, and that would be it. It didn’t really matter to me what you did, because you were just going to be a fling. And now I’ve had a chance to get to know you, and you’re sweet, and kind, and you make me feel so good. So, I kind of feel like I do know who I’m getting mixed up with, because you showed me who you really are tonight.” He ran his fingers into my hair and pulled me to him, kissing me gently.
Ok, eventually, if this thing between us kept progressing? Yeah, I’d have questions. I’d need to understand what he was involved in. But for right now, I knew what I needed to know.
We kissed for a long time, sweet and tender giving way to hot and heavy. I ended up straddling Dante’s lap, my hard cock pressed against his through our clothes. He pulled my t-shirt off and ran his big hands over my body, and then he swung me onto my back on the living room floor and stripped me, so that I was completely naked while he remained totally clothed. I laughed self-consciously when I realized this, and he rolled over and pulled me on top of him, his hands sliding down my back to cup my ass. He rocked me gently, rubbing me against his cock as we kissed.
And then he surprised me by rolling me onto my back on the floor again and sliding down my body and taking my cock down his throat. I was already so aroused that I just went with it, pushing down the panic that usually accompanied sex and focusing on the incredible pleasure Dante was sending through me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him, his dark head moving up and down between my legs. And then he looked up at me.
The moment we made eye contact was electric. I think I actually gasped. But who knows, because I was already panting and moaning, totally caught up in the moment, totally caught up in Dante. He held my gaze as he brought me right up to orgasm, and then swallowed me to the root and took me right over the edge. I cried out, throwing my head back and bucking my hips as his warm, wet mouth kept working me. He sucked me until I was totally drained and I collapsed back on the floor, sweaty and shaking, trying to catch my breath.
Finally he slid his mouth off my cock and sat up, leaning against the wall. Again he pulled me onto his lap, cradling me securely. As I held on to him, my body still shaking a bit as I came down off that incredibly intense orgasm, he said, “Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for?” I asked. His black hair was a little long, and I brushed it back from his eyes as I met his gaze.
“For letting me do that to you.”
“I think you have that backwards,” I said with a big grin. “It’s me that should be doing the thanking.” I kissed him before asking, “Would you like me to do that for you now?”
“Not tonight, Charlie. I just wanted to make you feel good. I don’t want anything in return, apart from this.” He hugged me to him and kissed me gently.