Fifty Three

Isabella

I move closer, pressing myself against him. Without asking for consent, I run my hand through his hair. He moans softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. I stare at him for an instant before leaning closer and biting his lip gently. He grows harder beneath me. I sway my hips delicately, sucking on his lips, trailing my teeth along them, until I slide my tongue into his mouth. He drops his hands, grabbing my ass, pulling me closer.

"I've missed you," I whisper, pulling away for a moment. Dante gives me a self-satisfied smirk, before kissing me again.

"I love it when you touch my hair," he says, holding the zipper of my dress. He pulls it down and I. the next few minutes, we are both naked.