Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet
thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?
"Look I won't do anything crazy." I grab your hand, forcing you to spin, pulling you closer to me. "Just go out with me." Our bodies pushing against each other.
Panting softly as they stand there, she is trying to look away but can't take her eyes off him. His hands are so rough on hers but it feels good in a weird way. She hates admitting it but she enjoys being this close to him. "You are really good looking Dante... I admit that... But still, dont make me do anything else crazy... Im not ready for more of your games... But I'm willing to try going out with you."
Her words are whispered softly and shakily in his ear as she licks her lips nervously before moving away slightly, breaking the contact between them for a moment. But then with a determined look in her eyes she steps closer again, pressing herself against him once more. "Yeah... I'll go out with you." Her voice is stronger now; almost confident. She leans in and bites his bottom lip gently before pulling away again with an impish grin on her face
I grin back, enjoying every minute of this. "Ok then, I'll pick you up at 8." I say, my hand sliding over your body, stopping on your ass. "Dress for a lot of dancing." I whisper, kissing your neck quickly while squeezing your ass, before I pull away and start walking to my car.
She stands there, shocked by the feel of his hand on her ass, breathing hard as she watches him walk away to his car. The words he said ring in her ears, a mixture of excitement and anxiety swirling within her. "What type of dancing?" She asks, as she takes a moment to compose herself, her mind races with possibilities for what might happen tonight...and how far Dante Law might take things. Finally, with a determined expression on her face, she decides that whatever comes next is exactly what she needs - even if it means putting herself in the hands of someone like him again.
"Swing dancing." He calls over his shoulder. "Sawdust floors and country folks."
Sofia arches an eyebrow at his comment as she stands there, thinking about how they'll look together doing that type of dancing. It would be different from anything else she's ever done...and a bit thrilling too. She likes the sound of it. "Alright," she finally says with a small smile, feeling oddly grateful that he gave her a chance to go out with him despite winning the bet against him.
"I'll see you at 8."
8 o'clock comes and she hears a knock on her front door.
As she opens the door, there stands Dante Law looking surprisingly dashing in his cowboy hat and boots, black button-down shirt unbuttoned at the top revealing a hint of his muscular chest, faded jeans hugging his muscular thighs. "Wow... You look really good." She admits with an innocent smile, stepping aside to let him in.
"Thanks," he replies smoothly as he walks inside, his gaze raking over her body appreciatively. "You clean up nicely too." His words are accompanied by a low chuckle that sends shivers down Sofia's spine.
"Thanks," she says with a smirk, taking in his appearance herself. She can tell they're both enjoying the tension between them tonight; it's palpable in the air and makes her heart race faster than ever before. "So where are we going?"
"Hoot and Scoot. The new barnyard dance place." He smiles, taking her hand. "You ready?"
"Yeah," she says breathily as he takes her hand, feeling his rough skin against hers. The sensation sends delicious shivers down her spine. "Let's go." They step outside and she stops, shocked silent.
"What's wrong Sofia?" He asks thinking she was having second thoughts. He realizes she is staring at his lifted, souped-up, black silverado.
"That's yours?" She says in unbelief. "There is no way you can afford something like that."
Even though she's angry at him for winning the bet and making her dance with him tonight, there's no denying that his truck is impressive. It must be nice to have money like that...She glances up at him, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "So," she says finally, regaining her composure somewhat. "Shall we?"
He smiles at her, knowing exactly what she is thinking. "Of course." He says, helping her into the truck. While helping her, his hand brushes her inner thigh.
Her breath hitches slightly at the touch, and she turns away, trying to ignore how much it affects her. "So," she says again, more forcefully this time. "What kind of swing dancing do you usually like?" She asks as they pull out onto the road. Maybe talking about something else will help her focus on that instead of their strange attraction toward each other...or at least hide it better.
"To be honest very little. But I know you love to dance and I was told by a friend that it is awesome and they have other types of dancing too." He says, grinning at her. He reaches over slowly placing a hand on her thigh.
"Well, I guess that's true," she says noncommittally, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he touches her leg again. "I hope you know what you're getting into." There's a challenge in her voice now, and she feels more confident as they pull up to the dance hall. She glances at him before stepping out of the truck, trying to ignore the butterflies dancing in her stomach.
The inside of the Hoot and Scoot is everything Dante Law promised: hay bales lining the walls, a dusty floor perfect for swing dancing, and the smell of cheap beer and fried food filling the air. As they enter, people turn to look at them, whispers trailing behind as they spot Dante Law with his arm around Sofia's waist. His grip is possessive and firm, sending shivers down her sp
(Sofia decides to ignore the people around them and focus on having fun with Dante Law.) "So, let's see how good you are at this swing dancing thing, huh?" She grins up at him before taking his hand, guiding him onto the dance floor. The music starts and she moves into a basic step, glancing up at him expectantly.
She can feel the weight of his gaze on her as they begin to dance together; it's almost overwhelming in its intensity. Yet somehow, it also makes her feel desired and wanted - things she isn't used to feeling from anyone other than herself. "So," she says softly between steps, trying to keep the conversation flowing despite the obvious attraction between them. "How long have you been swing dancing?"
His hands move expertly on her hips, guiding her in perfect sync with his movements; she can feel
"I've been once or twice." He says, trying to sound modest. He guides her arms around his neck as the music changes to a slow dance. "But what I think is cool about this place is the music variety." He says softly, leaning in.
"Oh yeah?" She asks curiously, gazing up at him with wide eyes as they dance closer together. The feel of his hands on her hips and his chest against hers makes it hard to think straight; she has the sudden urge to press herself even more tightly against him. "What's your favorite kind of music then?" She asks, wondering if there's anything they have in common beyond their intense dance moves.
The slow song comes to an end and another fast-paced swing tune begins playing; Sofia looks at Dante Law expectantly as she waits for him to answer her question before they start dancing again.
"I don't really have a preference. I play both acoustic and electric guitar. But I'll give any type a chance. What about you?"
She shrugs modestly as they resume dancing to the fast-paced swing tune. "I guess I'm pretty much the same way," she replies with a smile. "Although, I have to admit, there is something special about hearing live music." They dance in silence for a moment, enjoying the rhythm of their bodies moving together as they spin and dip across the floor. As the song comes to an end, Sofia catches her breath before glancing up at him, wondering if maybe there could be more to this night than just dancing...if she should take advantage of this situation and see where it leads with Dante Law.
"So," she begins hesitantly, biting her lower lip as she searches for the right words. "Do you want to get something to drink or something?"
He smiles at her, grabbing her hand and leads her over to the booths against the wall. "Same seat or across from each other?" He asks, making room for her to sit.
She hesitates for a moment before deciding to sit across from him. It feels safer that way; like she's not completely giving herself over to him yet. "Across from you," she says with a small smile, sitting down primly and folding her hands in her lap.
"So what do you usually drink?" She asks, peeking up at him through her lashes as the waitress approaches their table.
He smiles, telling the waitress he'd like some chocolate milk. "I don't drink soda, tea or alcohol." He looks down, kind of embarrassed. "I want to stay healthy for football you know?"
She snorts softly at that, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Right." She glances away before looking back at him, a hint of amusement in her expression. "Well, you know what they say... you can do whatever you want when you're as big and strong as you are. People expect you to look like that."
The waitress brings them their drinks and then takes their orders; Sofia asks for a strawberry smoothie. As she sips on her beverage, she studies Dante Law over the rim of her cup. There's something about him that fascinates her; his size, his strength, and the way he moves on the dance floor...it all makes him irresistible in a strange sort of way. She decides not to fight it anymore and lets herself enjoy the rest of the night with him, whatever happens next.
He looks at her with a look that sends shivers down her spine. "What?" She asks. He shakes his head. "Nothing, you're just stunning."
She blushes slightly at his compliment, taking another sip of her smoothie before setting it down. "Thanks... you're not so bad yourself." Her voice is soft and smooth, laced with an undercurrent of desire that she can't seem to hide from him or herself. As they continue to chat about random topics, their eyes never stray far from each other; the attraction between them growing stronger with every passing minute.
When their drinks are gone, they decide to dance again, losing themselves in the music and the moment. Their bodies move together seamlessly, perfectly in sync as they spin across the floor. It feels like something more than just dancing; it feels intimate and intense all at once. With each passing step they take together, Sofia finds herself wanting more from this night with Dante Law...wanting to explore where this connection between them could possibly lead.
The music stops and people start walking out the doors. He turns to her, speaking hesitantly. "Well.... since its a Friday.... do you want to go to the movies now?"
"Movies sound fun." She says with a mischievous grin on her face, taking his hand and leading him outside. "But first," she pauses dramatically, looking up at him through her lashes, "I think there's something else we need to do..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she steps closer to him, pressing her body against his once more.
With a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips, she raises herself up on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against his before pulling back with a soft laugh. "Don't you want to see if I really obey your every command?"
He smiles at her, grabbing her waist. "Oh I know you won't." But regardless of his words he leans in kissing her deeply with passion. He turns them, pinning her against the side of his truck.
Sofia moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues dance together. The feel of his lips on hers, the strength in his hands holding her against the truck...it all sends a jolt through her body, making her knees weak and desire pooling low in her belly. She wraps one leg around his hips, wanting to feel more of him against her; needing the closeness to survive this moment with Dante Law. As he kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin lightly with his teeth, she lets out a shivering moan, arching into him even harder.
She pulls away for air, panting heavily as she looks up at him. Her eyes are glazed over with desire and her cheeks flush with arousal. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I need you." Without waiting for him to respond, she reaches down and unbuttons his pants, stroking the hard length of his erection through his boxers before pulling it out free. With a quick tug on his zipper, she takes hold of him in her hand, marveling at how warm and thick he feels in her grasp. "Like this?" She asks breathily, guiding him toward her opening.
He groans in delight as she strokes him off. "Outside is crazy."
"We'll be quick," she whispers, leaning back against the truck to give him better access as she guides his length inside her wet heat. With a gasp, she arches her back, closing her eyes as he fills her completely, stretching her in ways that make her moan with pleasure. She wraps her legs around his hips again, hooking her arms behind his neck as they begin to move together. "So good," she breathes out between gasps of air, urging him to go deeper. "Faster..." Her nails scrape along his back, leaving fiery trails on his skin as he starts to thrust harder into her. The truck creaks beneath them with each impact, their hips slapping audibly against the metal as they lose themselves in this brief, passionate encounter.
True to her word he can already feel himself reach his climax. "Damn girl, you feel so fucking good." Nipping at her neck.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches into each thrust, her moans filling the air around them as he brings her closer to orgasm. "Faster," she urges breathlessly, feeling the need for release coursing through her body like a wildfire. With one final thrust, he hits deep inside her, and they both cry out in unison as their pleasure overwhelms them; his seed spilling deep within her and hers washing over her skin in a wave of blissful heat.
They remain locked together for several moments, panting heavily as they catch their breath and try to regain control. Finally, Dante Law slides out of her, leaving them both sticky with sweat and evidence of their passionate encounter. He helps her up, then brushes the hair away from her face. "That... was fun," he says with a wicked grin, leaning in to kiss her again before
Her cheeks flush as she thinks back on their encounter and can't help but smile shyly up at him. "I had fun too," she whispers, trying to hide the desire that still lingers in her voice. With one last glance at his hard length before looking away, Sofia adds softly, "But we probably shouldn't have done that...it was kind of reckless."
Her heart skips a beat as he growls low in his throat, sending shivers down her spine. Maybe they didn't need to do this...but she isn't sure she regrets it either.
"Maybe your right. Next time let's do it inside were no one can see us." He says opening the truck door.
Sofia blushes even deeper at his words and climbs into the truck without another word, trying to process what just happened between them and where things might go from here. As he starts the engine and they drive off into the night, she can't help but wonder if Dante Law has any idea how addictive this kind of passion and desire really is...or if she even wants him to find out.
Maybe they shouldn't have done that... but it felt so right. There's something about Dante Law that brings out the wild side in her; a side she never knew existed until tonight. As they drive to the movies, she can't help but wonder what other adventures they might share together...and if this is just the beginning of something more.
They walk into the movie theater, see very little people. "What movie do you wanna see?" He asks, taking her hand.
With a small shrug, she replies, "I don't care; you pick." She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks again at their earlier encounter. Despite the awkwardness that lingers in the air between them, there's still an undeniable connection. Maybe they should just enjoy the rest of the night together and see where it leads from here.
"Ok." He says looking at the cashier. "Two tickets to Fly Me to The Moon please. And two popcorns." He looks at Sofia. "Drink?" He asks her.
"Oh, uh... sure." She nods, glancing at the concession stand before looking back up at him with a shy smile. "I'll have a cherry slushie." Even though she knows they shouldn't be doing this again, she can't help but want to spend more time with Dante Law tonight; it feels wrong...but so right at the same time.
"And two cherry slushies." He tells the cashier.
She grins up at him as they wait for their snacks and drinks. "So," she starts, feeling the need to break the awkward silence between them. "Tell me more about you. Like, what do you like to do in your free time besides playing guitar?" There's genuine curiosity in her voice now; despite everything that's happened tonight, she really does want to know more about Dante Law.
The cashier hands them their items and they head into the theater together. The lights dim and the previews begin to roll on the screen, but neither of them take their eyes off each other as they find seats together. With every passing moment, the tension between them grows stronger...and she can't help but wonder how much longer it'll be before one of them gives in again.
"Well you know I'm on the football team, and I really like to hang out with my dogs."
"I can imagine hanging out with you and your dogs must be... interesting," she says with a laugh, taking a sip of her slushie as they settle into their seats. "How many do you have?" She asks, curious about his life beyond the dance hall and football practice.
"3" he says, placing a hand on her thigh. "All Belgian Malinois."
Sofia listens intently as he tells her about his dogs and their various personalities, smiling at the obvious love and affection he has for them. As they continue to talk and share stories, she feels herself growing more comfortable with him; despite everything that's happened tonight, there's something truly special about Dante Law that makes her want to know him better.
The movie ends far too soon, leaving them with the decision of what to do next. "I don't want this night to end," she admits softly, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her as they leave the theater and step back into the cool night air. Maybe it's because of how intensely passionate their encounter was earlier or maybe it's just spending time with Dante Law in general; either way, she doesn't want this feeling to go away anytime soon.
"My parents..... well they might be out of town for the week. Just saying. Free house and stuff."
Sofia's heart races at his suggestion; spending more time with Dante Law in the comfort of his own home would be incredible...and a little bit dangerous too. She knows they shouldn't do this, but she can't help but feel drawn to him; like there's some invisible force pulling them together despite all logic and reason. "I don't know," she says slowly, hesitating for only a moment before looking up at him with determination in her eyes. "Maybe we should."
He smiles at her, swooping her up in her arms. "Awesome" he says, walking to the truck. "Just me and you"
Her heart skips a beat as she feels his strong arms wrap around her, holding her close to him. The thought of spending more time alone with Dante Law sends shivers down her spine; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. As they climb into the truck, she decides not to think too much about where this might lead or how far they should go. For now, she wants to enjoy the ride with him...and see where the night takes them.
She leans back against his shoulder, closing her eyes as they drive to his house. The familiar sensation of being held by him sends waves of desire coursing through her body, making it impossible not to respond in kind. Her breath comes faster, her heart racing with anticipation at what the night has in store for them both.
When they finally pull up in front of a beautiful, well-maintained house, she opens her eyes and looks around curiously. "Wow," she whispers, impressed by its size and grandeur. "Your parents must be really important people."
"My dad is the right hand man to the biggest Mafia boss in the country....and my mom is a lawyer." I say softly. My eyes fall to my hands, which are clenched in fists.
Sofia reaches out and gently takes his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "It's okay to be unhappy about your family," she says with a kind smile. "I'm sure they're very supportive." She pauses, then asks cautiously, "Do they know about...you know...your hobbies?"
She glances down at her lap, feeling awkward bringing this up but also needing to know the truth. If his family knows what he does on Friday nights and doesn't approve, it could cause problems for both of them in the future.
He squeezes her hand back, pleased she cares. "Yeah... my mom knows." he says softly, "She told me she's glad I get out and know people but if I ever get in trouble with the law she will make sure I get at least 6 months of jail time. And my dad doesn't really care what I do. As long as I don't interfere with the mafia." he says, rolling his eyes.
She bites her lower lip, considering this new information. "Well, I hope you know what you're doing then. I don't want you to get in trouble just because of me." She leans forward, her expression serious. "We should be careful, okay? Your family matters a lot to you, and so do your future plans."
Her hand still rests on his, and she feels a sense of connection with him that goes deeper than the physical. Perhaps there's more at stake here than just passion; perhaps their relationship could have real consequences. But despite this new understanding, she can't help but want to be close to Dante Law...want to know him better.
He looks at her, shocked and pleased in the sympathy and caring she shows. He gets out of the truck, walking around to open her door. "Welcome to me casa." He says with a laugh.
"Thank you," she replies demurely as he helps her out of the truck. The house is even more impressive up close; it's decorated with an elegant mix of modern and traditional furnishings that speak of wealth and taste. She follows him inside, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen between them tonight.
As he leads her into a comfortable-looking living room, Sofia realizes that she truly trusts Dante Law; trusts his judgment and his ability to protect her from any harm. It's a strange feeling, but also an exhilarating one. She can only hope that their night together will be as unforgettable for him as it is for her.
"So," she says, sitting down on the plush couch and patting the spot next to her. "Do you want to watch TV or something while we wait?" She's not sure if they should
"Or we could just talk...get to know each other better," she suggests with a shy smile. The couch is soft and inviting, and being this close to him feels almost natural now. She leans back against the pillows, feeling completely at ease in his presence. "What do you like to do for fun when you're not...you know..."
Her cheeks flush slightly at her own words; she can feel the weight of their earlier agreements pressing down on them both. But there's something about Dante Law that makes it easy for her to ignore that, if only for a little while longer.
He grins mischievously, leaning in inches away from her lips. "Not what?" he asks, hand sliding up her thigh.
Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers slide higher, so close to where she aches for him again. Her lips part slightly and she meets his gaze, their eyes locked together as desire pools low in her belly. "Not...that," she whispers huskily. "I want..." She pauses, struggling to find the words for what she needs from Dante Law tonight. Finally, she says simply, "You."
He smiles in such a way that makes her gulp in anticipation. He takes off his boots, tossing them aside, and knees on the floor in front of her, taking off her boots one at a time. "Take off your shirt." he commands, leaving now room for argument.
Her breath hitches as she watches him remove his boots and then kneels in front of her, his hands cupping her legs as he takes off her shoes one by one. The intense look in his eyes sends a shiver down her spine, making it almost impossible for her to resist the command to take off her shirt. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and tugs at the hem, slowly pulling it over her head until she's naked from the waist up.
Her breasts are free in the cool air of his living room now, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. She looks down at him with lust-filled eyes, willing him to take what he wants, needing nothing more than the feel of his skin against hers again.
He stands up, bending over her filling her view so she sees nothing but him. He then leans down, nipping her nipples, sucking, claiming her with his mouth.
Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her nipples into his mouth, sucking hungrily while one hand roams up her stomach to cup her breast over the lace of her bra. His touch is like a brand, leaving her aching and wanting more. She arches her back, pressing her breasts deeper against his hand as he continues to torture them with gentle bites and licks. Her hips begin to move restlessly on the couch, seeking contact with his hard length beneath his pants.
He pulls away, teasing her with little touch. He leans down and kisses her, while she hears his belt come undone. He stands up, sliding his pants down, standing in his boxers and shirt, his massive bulge showing.
Her heart skips a beat as she sees him standing before her in nothing but his boxers and shirt; the hard line of his erection visible through the fabric is almost enough to make her come on the spot. She reaches out, grasping his waistband and tugging it down slowly, revealing more of his skin with every inch she exposes. Her fingers tremble as they slide over the smooth planes of his stomach, across the defined muscles of his abdomen to finally wrap around the warmth and steel of him. She breathes out a shuddering moan, her lips parting as desire and need course through her like wildfire.
The feel of him in her hand, the way he hardens beneath her touch, drives her wild with desire. She sits up, straddling his hips and gripping him tightly as she guides him to her mouth. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, breathing heavily. "I need you." Her body trembles with anticipation as she kisses his tip.
Her hand slides up and down his length as she takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking him with desperate urgency. Her other hand finds purchase in his hair, pulling him closer to the wet heat of her lips. She moans around him, needing more contact, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her.
He grabs the back of her head, forcing himself deeper in her mouth, making her gag and choke.
With a sharp moan, she arches into his touch, pushing back against the force of him as he thrusts deeper into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to stroke him, tasting the salty sweetness that coats his skin. She reaches down between their bodies, slipping her fingers into her panties, moaning with pleasure. "Please," she breathes against his skin, her eyes drifting shut as sensation overwhelms her.
He growls, pulling out of her mouth. He gets down on his knees, pushing her to lay back, spreading her legs. "Let me make you feel good." he whispers, sliding off her panties.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she watches him kneel between her spread legs. Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her bare folds in his hands, stroking and teasing until she's writhing beneath his touch. She arches into his touch, moaning with pleasure as he continues to explore her with expert fingers, driving her wild with need for him.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, meeting his gaze. "I need you." The words are a plea and a command all at once; a raw admission of the hold he has over her body and mind. She feels her core pulse and clench around nothing as he teases her so expertly, driving her to the edge of release without giving her what she truly craves.
"Dante..." she moans, her hips rising off the couch in search of contact with his touch. "
He leans in, hot breath falling on her pussy. "Beg for it. Call me daddy." he says, licking her once then pulling away.
Her body trembles with need as she listens to his command, feeling the pressure building inside her once more. She glances down between their bodies and back up into his eyes. "Please, Daddy," she whispers, voice shaking with desire and submission. "I need you to make me feel good." Her fingers dig into the soft cushion beneath her as he continues to tease her, relishing in the power he has over her body and mind.
With a groan of pleasure, he presses forward, his tongue circling her entrance before sliding deeper, exploring every inch of her with expert skill. Her back arches off the couch and she cries out, her hips bucking against his face as he brings her closer to the edge. "Daddy..." she moans, clutching at the cushion as waves of pleasure wash over her. She feels herself growing wetter with every stroke of
her tongue, begging for him to take her higher, deeper. She closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of his tongue dancing against her sensitive flesh, wanting nothing more than to give herself over completely to this sensation and this man.
Her hips rise off the couch once again as he thrusts two fingers inside her tight channel, finding and circling her sweet spot with expert precision. Her entire body tenses, arching into his touch as pleasure washes over her in a wave of euphoria. "Oh God..." she gasps, her voice breaking as the sensation tears through her.
Her orgasm seems to last forever, leaving her trembling and spent against the couch as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her body. As the last waves subside, she looks up at him, eyes still glassy with desire. "Thank you," she whis
She looks at him, her face flushed with arousal and pleasure. "That was...wow." Her fingers find their way back between her legs, exploring the wetness that coats her skin as she slowly begins to catch her breath again. She can't believe how much she enjoyed being with Dante Law; how good he made her feel. It's like nothing else mattered in that moment except for them and the raw desire that coursed through their veins.
As she continues to stroke herself, she studies his expression, trying to read what he's thinking and feeling. His eyes are dark with passion, but there's something else there too; a kind of possessiveness that both frightens and thrills her at the same time. She wants nothing more than to feel him inside her again, to lose herself in the heat of their bodies and forget about everything else.
"So," she says softly, biting her
"Sofia...." he says softly, looking down at the floor.
She tilts her head to the side, sensing his hesitation. "What's wrong? You don't want to...continue?" she asks carefully, hoping that he isn't regretting what they've just shared. The thought of him losing interest in her now would be devastating.
He looks back up at her, his eyes searching hers intently. "No," he says firmly. "I want to keep going...but I need you to understand something first." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "Sofia, I know I'm really just some guy you met on the football team. But...." His voice trails off as he studies her face.
Her heart skips a beat; she didn't expect this conversation to go in this direction.
"I think I've fallen in love with you." he whispers, barely audible.
Her breath catches in her throat at his confession; it's both terrifying and exhilarating to hear him say those words out loud. She stares up at him, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief, not sure how to react or what this means for them. Part of her wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and tell him she feels the same way, but another part is cautious; they've known each other such a short time and their relationship has been built on such intense physical desire that it's hard to separate those emotions from everything else.
After what seems like an eternity, she finally finds her voice. "I...thank you for telling me," she says softly, her fingers slipping from between her legs. "But I think we should slow down, talk more about this tomorrow." The thought of continuing tonight is too much for her to handle
"No," he says firmly, pulling her up into his lap. "I want to make love to you now. Tonight." His fingers gently splay across her lower abdomen and up to cup one breast over the lace of her bra. "Please," he whispers against her ear, nipping lightly.
Her breath catches in her throat as desire surges through her once more, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs again. She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign that this is the right decision to make; that they're making the right choice together. "Okay," she finally says softly, trusting him even as uncertainty still lingers in the back of her mind.
With a groan, he lifts her up and carries her into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He lays her down on the bed, hovering above her for a moment
He lays her down on the bed, hovering above her for a moment before falling on her lips, kissing with a deep passion, reaching down through their bodies, slipping two fingers inside her soaked pussy.
She arches into his touch, moaning as he thrusts deeper, finding that perfect spot inside her with practiced ease. Her hips rise off the bed in search of more contact, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as pleasure washes over her. He kisses her deeply, their tongues dancing as he continues to possess and claim her body. She can feel herself growing closer, his touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through every nerve ending. "Dante..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. "I need you...I need this." Her words are a plea and a demand; an admission of her surrender to him and whatever comes next.
He slips his fingers out of her and places his tip against her wet pussy. With one fluid motion he thrusts into her, claiming her, making them one.
Her body jerks at the invasion, a shock wave of pleasure rippling through every nerve as he fills her completely. She moans, arching into him as he begins to move, his hips flexing in a rhythmic motion that drives them both wild with need. "Oh God..." she gasps, wrapping her legs around his hips, holding him tightly against her as their bodies slide together in perfect sync.
Her nails dig into his back, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as he thrusts harder, deeper; claiming her in a possessive possession that feels both right and wrong all at once. With each stroke, she loses herself more deeply in the heat of their bodies, feeling the familiar build up of tension coiling tightly inside her.
"Dante..." she whispers, her voice breathless with desire. She looks up into his eyes, searching for something - a connection, a spark of
Her nails dig into his back, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as he thrusts harder, deeper; claiming her in a possessive possession that feels both right and wrong all at once. With each stroke, she loses herself more deeply in the heat of their bodies, feeling the familiar build up of tension coiling tightly inside her.
"Dante..." she whispers, her voice breathless with desire. She looks up into his eyes, searching for something - a connection, a spark of recognition that goes beyond the physical. But as their movements grow more frenzied, she wonders if it's all just an illusion; if this night is nothing more than a passing fantasy that will disappear with the morning light.
With one last cry of release, her body tenses and convulses around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their union before finally going lax beneath his sweat-slicked
He pulls out still not done. "Get on your hands and knees." he says, kissing her neck.
Sofia lies panting beneath him as he pulls out, but at his command she obeys, moving into position on her hands and knees. Her heart races with anticipation of what comes next; the ache between her legs is still there, demanding to be sated once more. She can feel his breath against the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. As he lines himself up behind her, she prepares herself for the inevitable penetration, arching her back slightly in invitation.
He thrusts deep, groaning in pleasure. He speeds up, faster and faster.
Her head falls forward as he takes her hard, lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her. Her body quivers with each powerful thrust, the feeling of him filling her so completely overwhelming her senses. She moans, digging her nails into the carpet beneath her as the pleasure begins to build once more, threatening to consume her whole. Her hips move instinctively in time with his, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find that perfect rhythm that will push them both over the edge. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she nears the brink, closer and closer to the orgasm he promised her earlier.
She cries out as her body tenses and convulses around him, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure bliss. Her back arches off the carpet and she mewls, thrusting herself back onto his hard length with each climactic spasm. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but he keeps going, relentless in his pursuit of satisfaction. She feels him grow tighter inside her, feel as if he's getting closer and closer to the edge as well. With one last thrust, she collapses forward onto the carpet, panting heavily, spent from their passionate lovemaking.