Thirty Seven

Isabella

He bends down, slides his arms under my shoulders, and lifts me. He kisses me on the lips, stepping toward the steaming Jacuzzi built into the terrace. Stepping inside, he sits me down astride himself. With his eyes looking deep into mine, me brushes his lips against the skin of my face and neck, until he reaches my breasts. He softly sucks and bites my nipple, while his hands tighten on my buttocks. Suddenly his finger slide to a place that I haven't really felt appropriate if we are to make love. I stiffen.

"Don't be afraid, cara mia. Do you trust me?" he asks, letting go of my erect nipple.

I nod, and his finger starts to gently rub the spot between my buttocks. Dante lifts me and steadily but carefully impales me on his phallus. I moan, throwing my head back. The hot water intensifies my every sensation. Dante's movements are steady and delicate at the same time. He is passionate, greedy, but also tender.