A/N: Well well, look who has decided to come back and show her sorry ass to her once-readers... slinks up to the keyboard and peeps Holla!!! I know I am a lazy bum who never updates anything she writes (I blame the educational system!!), but at least I have college and studies to back me up against the tomatoes you are gonna throw. XD
I kinda rushed this chapter at the end, so tell me what you guys think, okay?Reviews are extremely appreciated and every one of you will receive a cyber hug. And this chapter is beta'ed now!! Yippeee!!!!
This chapter is rated NC-17, because of the hardcore making out and other "stuff". Lemon should be arriving in the next chapter. ;) The A/N was a bit different and whinier than this, but I straightened my head out and decided to write a proper author's note for once. XD
Chapter Four: Getting the Reward
Lady almost cried out when Dante unexpectedly captured her lips in a bruising, demanding kiss, much different from the passionate yet gentle ones they were engaged in only moments before. However this time her lips warred with his as she vainly struggled to throw him off her.
MMmmmmpphhhh!!!!!!!!! What the hell? You are notgoing to dominate me, you macho asshole!
"Gerrof me!" she almost squeaked, her words half-muffled by Dante's lips.
Of course that didn't do anything to deter Dante's resolve; her actions only managed to obliterate the very little distance that was left between their unclothed bodies. His hardness pressed between her thighs and he mischievously ground his hips against her open vulnerability, earning a startled gasp from Lady and a pleasured moan from Dante.
Lady halfway opened her eyes to give him a death glare, revolted at his blissful expression. He gave her a naughty wink, remembering the one Lady had given him during her teasing charade. Lady felt him chuckling against her lips and grimaced.
Cocky bastard...
She attempted to bite his lip, but he anticipated her move and quickly withdrew his lips from hers to attack her weak spot, the sensitive skin of her velvety neck.
"Ah!" Lady's cries rang out soundly as Dante's pointed incisors delivered a particularly sharp and stringing bite on her skin. That definitely was going to leave a mark there. She wondered how she was going to hide it in front of the others, and what condition her neck was going to be in when he was done with her. She might need to wear a sweater in this damn hot weather.
Shit.
Her thoughts were cut off when she felt his warm lips roaming across her neck, no longer biting or nipping, instead kissing their way up from her jaw line to her ear. His warm, hot tongue smoothed along the shell of her ear with painfully slow strokes, every single one of them increasing the volume of the moans that were being produced by her traitorous vocal chords. Taking the pliant flesh in between his teeth, he gently scraped against it, and then he suckled the lobe, planting soft kisses upon it from time to time.
"Ah…Let go…" Lady panted, her breath coming out in labored puffs. Her hands balled up intofists and she struggled to get out of his hold, but found his vice-like grip impossible to break free of.
A sinister smirk appeared on Dante's sensually-formed lips as Lady writhed under him in a desperate attempt to get away. He was really enjoying this.
Grinning, he tightened his hold on her wrists further and turned his attention from her ear to look at her, a mischievous glimmer in his blue orbs attuned with the naughty and twisted thoughts inside his head.
Sweet…Who would have known Lady could be so easy to control…Never imagined she could turn me on so much just by making those cute noises… Were Dante's thoughts.
I'm going to kill him in the morning, I swear! Lady was thinking.
If you survive the night, that is, a voice inside her head sniggered.
Their eyes locked, Lady's eyes trying to burn him with her searing gaze while Dante's ones showed nothing but puremischief embedded with lust. His grin widened, strongly resembling that of an insane murderer's.
Her lips parted to deliver a long laundry list of expressed contempt but found herself unable as she found his hungry lips upon hers instead.
His kiss was dominating, harsh, forceful with an untamed hunger and ferocity she never thought existed in him, and lips warred once more as she helplessly struggled to keep his intruding tongue from its exploration of her mouth.
He cocked his eyebrow cynically, So… You want to play tough, huh? Fine by me.
Without warning, his hand slid lower down her body and grabbed her breast, roughly pinching the nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She let out a shriek of half pain and half pleasure, which gave him the opening he needed, and he wastedno time in plunging his tongue into the depths of the wet cavern that was her mouth, roughly claiming what was his.
A fierce possessiveness consumed his senses as he continued his potent administrations on her slender form, overpoweringly crushing and pinning her down on the bed, refusing to let go of her. This isn't exactly how he had pictured to their first time to be, but the half-devil just went with the flow and took the opportunity to teach Lady a lesson.
Just because he let her boss him around that didn't mean she could mess with him any time she wanted and get away with it! He did so because he chose to be nice with everyone. He didn't need to do so; it was his choice, not his necessity. And now he was going to show her that.
Of course he would be careful not to hurt her; he loved her way too much for that. But he was going put her on the sharpest edge between pain and pleasure, refute every last one of her attempts to gain back control over him, tease and torture her to the greatest extent short of actually hurting or endangering her, leaving her aching and trembling with primal, searing need…
His long-cherished desire had transcended all forms of wishing and hoping and fantasizing that he had been doing for years, and the burning passion awakened within his body had now been unleashed upon her like a tidal wave, intent on taking her…Intent on making her fulfill his flight of the imagination…Longing to press her body against his and mold it until they melded together as one.
Really, how long did she think she could tease him before his control finally cracked? A red-blooded man could only take so much.
The lust was clouding his senses; he wanted nothing more than just fuck her brains out until he had nothing left in him to give. But his need would have to wait until he managed to successfully stop Lady's juvenile attempts to deny the inevitable…Until she begged him to take her, that is.
Oh yeah, his mouth said with a feral grin. He was going to get her back real bad… Until she stopped mouthing that 'stop' 'jerk' 'let go' bullshit.
Damn, woman, he thought. Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much my body aches to take you right here, right now? But I can't do that until you beg me to. Guess Vergil isn't the only power freak in the family, eh?
He pulling her closer hungrily crushing her lips against his mouth, almost bruising, and Lady soon found herself losing this duel of ardor. She tried to pull away and opened her mouth to yell at him for what he was doing, only to be silenced as his skillful tongue slipped in and out of and worked its magic within her moist cavern… It teased her own tongue to dance with his, all the time torturing her with excruciatingly slow rubbing of their groin areas, coaxinglicentious whimpers from both of them. She cursed herself when she unconsciously moaned his name in his mouth.
What the hell is wrong with me? Damn Lady, get a grip! It sounds like you are begging him to do it…Do you want him to control you like this?
…………….
…………….
Don't I?
NO!
But this feels so…good…He feels so good…How can I… She didn't know when she had given into the kiss, moving her head to kiss him back with the same fervor. His lips tasted so sweet, so delicately carved and smooth. So dominant and rough, yet soft and warm in theirtexture…
He chuckled and moved his head as well, as if to deepen the kiss, but instead moved his lips away.
Lady growled, What the..? Kiss me already, you big, bad, teasing male! Argh!
He heard her groan with dismay; smirking, he buried his face in her silky locks then slowly, torturouslymoved his lips back to her ear, inhaling the perfumed scent of her hair during the journey.
He nibbled on the delicate curve of her earlobe while she squirmed and struggled to find his lips again, but the half-devil hovering above her just ignored her and continued his taunting actions, hands once more travelling downwards to treat her breasts. He mercilessly squeezed the full mounds and pinched the nipples, raking his nail across the areola in a teasing way, causing her to squirm and moan under him more, grinding their bodies against one another in the most wonderful friction.
She had to admit, this feels damn good, but she couldn't be doing this! She couldn't let him dominate her like this! Lady had never let anyone controlher in her whole life, and her ultra-egotistical self was screaming to make him stop.
But much to her embarrassment, another part of her actually enjoyed this. The feeling of being overwhelmed by his strength, his skills, his attraction, his desire…It filled her with an unknown sensation, one which she couldn't pinpoint as anything within her knowledge, but it was as true as the fact that she wanted him.
God, she wanted him badly. So badly that she couldn't even find the strength to form the right words to shout at the sexy bastard responsible for her misery.
She wanted to touch him, dammit! She wanted to run her hands over the firm muscles of that sexy body which was leaving her convulsing with an overload of feelings and sensations she'd never experienced before. Damn him for restraining her! Damn him for making her grovel like a helpless little fool with no self-control! Damn him for being the sexiest guy she had ever seen, and damn him for causing her to be head over heels about him! He simply loved to tease her, didn't he?
All the time during this sensual torture, Dante had never let go of her wrists even once, leaving the poor Lady unsatisfied and longing while he was free to enjoy her body in any way he wanted. Every time she started to respond to his actions, he would stop whatever he was doing and deny her the pleasure she desired so much…He found it a fitting punishment for all those years he had spent yearning for her.
Today she had simply crossed the line, and even someone as caring and gentle as he could turn into a dominating bastard with too much built-up sexual tension.
And you, Lady, made the mistake of further aggravating such a sexually-frustrated man…Now it is time to pay the price, he thought with a smirk.
He nipped her ear gently a few more times, then returned his attention to the smooth arch of her neck. She moaned, and a triumphant smile appeared on his handsome face as he felt her nipples get even harder against his chest.
However, he grimaced a little when Lady began thrashing about in vain trying to free herself. It was okay with him when she squirmed under him; it amplified the friction between their bodies, increasing the growing tension and thus pleasing him greatly. But when she bucked like a wild stallion it plainly hindered him from carrying out his ministrations, and that simply wouldn't do.
A bit agitated, he removed the hand restrainingher slim wrists. Her arms immediately looped around his neck, desperate to regain some form of control, and tried to pull his head down for a kiss.
But he wouldn't give her that; no, he wouldn't allow her even a fragment of the control she had over him when she made a fool of him. Eager to give her his payback, the half-devil promised himselfnot to take it easy on her.
Lady gasped when Dante abruptly grabbed her by the shoulders and without warning, spun her around so she was lying face down on the bed.
She tried to get up, but he stopped her arms from moving by lacing his fingers with her small ones from behind and pressed them down on the bed sheets, preventing her escape attempts from getting any greater than a futile wriggling.
She tensed; Dante's whole body was lying on top of her, his muscular structure entrapping her, renderingher completely incapable of moving even an inch from her position.
"Let me go..." she demanded, even though she was in no position to do so.
"No can do, babe," he replied, his lips almost touching her ear.
Without giving her any chances for a snappy comeback, he buried his face in her neck, teeth sinking on the opposite of the spot where he had previously marked her. She gasped in surprise, craning her head to the side and unintentionally baring more of the ivory flesh to his ministrations. He gladly took the opportunity and lapped her skin with his tongue, giving it a few nips and bites before suckling. He greedily suckled on the sensitive skin, nipping and nibbling her shoulder all over, occasionally alternating his actions with a trail of tantalizing kisses along her neck, leaving her skin tingling with his touch. As he kept sucking on particularly tender areas of her neck, he slowly swathed his tongue around the reddened skin the gestures left behind.
Her senses were in overdrive. She wanted to tell him to stop, to escape from his dominating grasp, to scream obscenities at him for what he was doing to her, but she found herself screaming for a whole different reason. Her voice didn't seem to be her own; she berated herself every time a traitor moan escaped her lips.
She felt like she was going nuts, one moment, she was promising herself to make him stop in any way possible, and the next moment, she found herself moaning and whimpering and responding to his touches with equal, if not greater amount of passion.
What is wrong with me?
Every inch of her body tingled and shivered as she felt his lips leaving her shoulder and traveling down to plant quick, short kisses down her spine, occasionally pausing to lap and lick the smooth skin, making her shudder. Some of them only faint touches of his tongue on her skin, yet were all the more aggravating than usual.
She sighed in relief when Dante released her hands, but her serenity was short-lived as his hands began to manipulate the extremely responsive areas of her sides and back. They started scribbling all over the tender muscles across the sides of her waist, lightly and rapidly teasing all over, tickling and making her giggle.
She couldn't even find the strength to speak; he was so damn distracting with his hands and lips. His expert hands were all over her, rubbing, groping, exploring, possessing her. She gasped as he seized her breasts from behind, squeezing them and playing the nipples over his palm, tempting her beyond her ability to control herself.
Her hands were free now, but she was still lying on the bed only supported by her hands and was being victimized by his merciless teasing, clearly in no position to either protest or complain, and definitely not able to stop him.
She blushed when his hands suddenly grabbed her firm buttocks; and her face turned beet-red when he began to massage them with immense interest.
"Nice ass," he commented, adding another layer of crimson on her otherwise pale face. He has no shame, she thought.
With a sultry grin on his face, Dante wondered to himself as he eagerly kneaded her uncovered bottom. Even though he wasn't the pervert Lady accused him to be, he had been having erotic fantasies involving her for a long time. One of them had been to get a feel of that cute little ass she had underneath those sexy short skirts.
Damn, did she have to insist on wearing those tight mini-skirts and close-to transparent white shirts? Did she have any idea what that did on his nerves? She was quite a prude in many ways, so how comeher choice of clothing was so…so distracting?
Dante didn't understand sometimes: what the hell did this woman do to his sanity? More than once he had got an accidental flash of her panties when she was bending over for some reason or practicing her kicking moves, and needless to say, all of those lucky peeks resulted in frustrating, damp, cold showers. He just couldn't help himself; no woman ever had this effect on him. No one had ever made him lose all his senses completely. He had always been fine and smooth with women, so how did this woman manage to make his, Dante's, knees go weak, as if he was still the love-sick teenager like ten years ago?
He found it amusing, the way women hounded him wherever he went. Under the pretense of flirting, he never actually gave any of those sluts any chances with him. Everyone thought he was such a flirting womanizer and philanderer, a shallow person with no depth of emotions. Well, he actually had much better morals (and better taste of women) than he liked to show; the "bad boy" image helped him in keeping up appearances and even though no one would believe it, the only woman he ever lusted after had been the one who was trapped under him right now; just looking at her panting and writhing form was getting him so damn horny that he wondered how he had managed to keep himself from ravishing her for so long.
How many times did he have to struggle with himself to not tackle her over the nearest flat surface and show her how badly he really wanted her? He used to fantasize doing so many things to her…His mind was full of dirty thoughts that was sure to get him smacked in the head if he ever blurted them out in front of her.
C'mon, you can't blame a guy for that, can you? She is just too hot for me to control myself… And it's her fault for being so damn sexy! And for wearing too revealing clothing…Not that I mind, though.
And now…It was time to bring those fantasies to reality. In fact, he found himself getting hot by just looking at that nice, firm ass. Not too small, not too big; just curvy enough to be sexy (and designed to give him all those hard-ons, he mused).
Now his perverted little male mind was urging him to do something he knew Lady would murder him for, but he couldn't help it. He just couldn't help it.
Don't do it….Don't do it…. The logical part of his mind warned him, but he didn't give a shit.
Giving yet another stare at the criminal ass responsible for making him lose control, he suddenly brought his hand down and slapped hard over her bare rear …
SMACK!!!!
"Ouch!!!!!!!!" she yelped aloud, and turned her head to givehim a murderous look, hands supporting her weight as she turned her body so she was now sitting on her back. Her backside was stringing slightly because of his hard slap and she winced a little.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"
"Ah, c'mon Lady, don't be like that…." He offered her one of his flirtiest smiles. "I realized I shouldn't leave marks on you where people could see them, so I decided to put my handprint somewhere no one could see it," he answered, sniggering.
Hey, it isn't my fault she has such a sexy ass that totally screams "spank me!"
Lady tried to burn a hole through Dante's head and fry his brain with her eyes; failing to do so, she growled, "YOU ASSHOLE!" and jumped on him trying to punch his face. He caught her arms with ease and let himself fall, taking Lady with him.
Lady gasped and adjusted her weight on her hands, so she was the one looming over him now. She managed to wipe the look of surprise from her face and replaced it with a scowl.
The nerve of that bastard! He actually slapped my…My…Argh, I'll kill him!
While Lady was busy glaring at Dante, he had taken advantage of his current position and was engrossed in checking out the beautiful features of the woman on top of him.
Gods, is she breathtaking or what?
Lady was a babe. He knew it, but it was irritating how she tried to always hide it under the grumpy attitude. She could try her best to hide how sexy and attractive she was with her "fuck-off" glares and gunshots at his head, but he knew she liked the attention he gave her, and maybe some part of her wanted him to notice her. She wouldn't be prancing around his office wearing those tight, skimpy outfits the way she did if she didn't want him to watch her, right?
She hadn't been able to get a haircut in the last few months due to the extreme load of work, so her hair was longer now, silky raven locks flowing down to her shoulders in long and lustrous shafts. He loved the way her soft, fine strands of dark hair fell about her face as she looked down at him, her lips pursed in an angry pout. He had always thought she looked pretty when she was angry. Long lashes adorned her mismatched eyes; he realized how cute her nose looked just then.
Damn, how long has he been dreaming of this moment? He found himself even more addicted to her than before; her feminine beauty along with her bold nature was an addition to her natural allure that he doubted he could ever find in another woman. She was beautiful, lovely, elegant, like an exquisite flower, but even with her feminine beauty she wasn't fragile or weak. On the contrary; she was the epitome of strength. She was human, physically much more weak and fragile than himself, but she didn't let that weakness take her down. She had this fire in her, a spark of determination that enthralled him. That is why the attraction he felt for her was a mixture of two kinds.
One was of white-hot, pure, wild infatuation mingled with raw lust, the rampant craving for the feel of her skin, the need to meld her lustrous body under his own as he tasted the forbidden fruit of her innocence. To kiss the rosy contours of those lips, smell the fragrance of her silky hair, feel the smooth, milky white skin under his hands, drink up the honey pooling between her legs as he made her cry out his name in rapture. To be joined so deeply that nothing could ever tear them apart.
The other was deep, sincere caring that had developed beyond friendship over many years. The reason why he was so obsessed with protecting her, why he would stay awake strolling around his office when she was out on one of those solo hunts she refused to take him with her, why he always stayed and listened to her angry scowls and complaints when she was feeling lonely and depressed, why he took her blows without any objection as he tried to keep her mind off sad, bitter memories by saying something dirty and vulgar enough to make her blush. Even though he would rank one of the most clueless persons on the planet when it came to dates and time, he never forgot to get the perfect gifts for her birthdays, Christmas, New Year, and pretty much every occasion he could find the excuse to celebrate.
He was never the romantic type, but he didn't need to be one to realize one thing.
He was in love with her.
He had loved her for so long, but he hadn't been daring enough to say anything, unsure whether her feelings for him were the same. He had watched her, praised her with both silent and vocal compliments (even though the unspoken words always held more truth than the spoken ones), craved her, wanted her, but had always stopped himself from making any moves fearing it could be the wrong one. But now he knew she did feel something for him, a woman like her would never let him go this far if she didn't have some genuine feelings for him. She was a lady with dignity, one of the many reasons why he wanted her so much.
But… These feelings were getting in the way of his teasing her, since he was feeling too captivated by her to focus on his original plan. Damn!
Must…not…be…a sentimental…pansy…
He looked at her beautiful form again, and…
Cocky, badass Dante personality was overcome by sweet, love-struck Dante.
A little absent-mindedly, Dante suddenly raised his hand and began tracing his fingers gently along her smooth chin and jaw lines, eyes absorbing her beautiful features, all of those things that enraptured him. The naughty thoughts of punishing and teasing her were gone for now, and the only thing on his mind right then was how to appreciate the beauty he had on his lap. Staring intently at her rose-hued pouty lips, he ran his index finger over her lower lip, wanting nothing more than to cover those full kissable lips with his own.
Lady was a little confused at his affectionate gesture; she opened her mouth to talk, but was stunned when one of Dante's hands found its way behind her neck and gently pulled her head towards him in a soft, almost shy kiss. She was confused beyond limits. What the hell is wrong with this guy? One moment, he acts like a complete bastard, and the next moment he acts sweet, like nothing has happened and he hasn't been an ass all along.
Still, she liked the soft brushing his lips on hers. No, scratch that. She absolutely loved it. It was unlike the lustful kisses they had been engaging in until now. She enjoyed his skillful ministrations on her body a lot too, but even after he showered her with kisses and caresses and showed how much he wanted her, she still was a little afraid.
Did he love her? Would he actually want to be with her after this…whatever they were doing…was over? Was this the beginning of an actual relationship or just a natural drive? Of course she knew Dante would never hurt her or use her just as a sex object, but still…she just couldn't shrug off the tingling feeling of doubt inside of her. She had never seen Dante have an actual relationship, so she couldn't tell how he should act towards her if he does have any special feelings for her. Hell, she never saw him do anything more than mere flirting with any woman. Sure he was a flirt and all, but now come to think of it, she didn't have any idea whether he was interested in romance and sex altogether.
Well, with her he definitely was.
Anyway, the question that had been hounding her was that whether his feelings for her were more than just physical. She knew he cared about her as a friend, but he was always so crude and oafish in his advances it was difficult to tell if he was sincere about his romantic feelings as well. It was stupid of her to doubt him, she knew, that guy has been crazy for her since the day the first saw her, he was desperate enough to try to kiss her in that library dammit. She had rejected him then, just like many more times later. But even though she knew it was only her insecurities which were troubling her, she couldn't help it.
But now he was telling her everything with his body what he haven't been able to tell her with words. There was no room for doubt now, no space to retreat, she couldn't deny the fact that whatever feelings she felt for him were definitely mutual. He showed that in every move he made… every kiss his soft lips delivered on her lips…her neck…her breasts…he was so amazingly gentle and tender in his kisses, his mouth moving ever so slowly over her own, taking time to familiarize itself with the sweetness of her taste. His fingers started drawing lazy circles on the smooth skin of her bare back and she shivered. He smiled against her mouth, but when they drew apart she saw that instead of the usual arrogant grin, there was a content, peaceful smile on his face, adoration clearly evident in his dreamy expression.
"Lady…" he breathed heavily, his teeth gently nibbling on her lower lip.
"Yes?" Her voice wavered a little when she spoke, all hints of anger gone. How was she supposed to stay mad when he was acting so sweet?
"You aren't planning to…" He kissed the corner of her mouth. "…leave me halfway through this…" A soft peck on the tip of her nose. "…are you? Cuz…I won't let you…" His voice sounded a little hoarse as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. "God, I have waited for this too long." His hand locked around her waist tighter to pull her closer, and Lady smiled hearing the slightly worried tone of his voice. Suddenly, all of the words that she had wanted to utter…All of the curses that she had wanted to spoutout had suddenly died.
I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to, Dante. I want you, I need you, way too much for that. I won't run away from my feelings this time. You are…an idiot macho asshole.
But I love you.
She took his face is her hands. Cupping his cheeks in her palm, she answered softly "No."
And their lips met.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. No tongues, no groping, no stroking, nothing. Just the gentle, loving, soft brushing of lips.
During those moments time seemed to have stopped. Nothing seemed to exist except for them, limbs entwined and lips embraced.
Lady closed her eyes as she spread her legs a little wider to get herself in a more comfortable position where she could kiss him more properly. She let a peaceful sigh escape her lips as the kiss deepened, both in its force and passion. She could feel the love, the adoration in his movements, the way he smiled against her lips, satisfied and content.
Dante's hands slowly travelled upwards, brushing a teasing nail across her vertebrae and making her shudder. She gasped with the jolts of pleasure running through her body, and her chest heaved as she moved with him, her fingers tightening in his hair. She loved the way he slowly teased her lips with his own, stroking, massaging, caressing… His tongue darted past her lips to taste her, and she opened her mouth wider at his gentle persuasion. Their tongues met in an intricate dance of passion and need, and Lady couldn't help but wonder if this man really was the arrogant asshole trying to dominate her a few minutes ago. Even though his hands were firmly planted on her hips, unlike before he wasn't trying to dominate or control her. Instead, it seemed he was encouraging her to take the lead.
Keen to reward Dante for not being an asshole anymore, Lady ran her hands over his torso, massaging the perfect planes of his chest with rapt attention and moving her lower body over his at the same time. She blushed when something frighteningly big and thoroughly hard pressed against her backside. Her first instinct was to move away, but then she smirked and started grinding herself against his hardness. She felt slightly smug knowing she could get him to be this hard and needy without even giving any effort.
Who's the tease now, hmm?
Dante let out a sound which was something between a gasp and a moan, and his grip on her hip instantly tightened. He was about to say something when Lady started greedily nibbling on his neck and all the gray cells of his brain effectively shut down. Closing his eyes, he let his hands roam idly over her body while she sucked and licked the skin of his neck, her breasts tightly pressed up against his chest. He groaned at the feel of her nipples brushing against his skin and closed his eyes.
She's good… Oh man…
Lady hit a good spot on Dante's collarbone with her tongue; when she heard the throaty groan that resonated from his throat, she mentally congratulated herself and leaned to take her prize in the form of yet another kiss. Dante was more than happy to comply. He kissed her back, his hands cradling her backside as he kneaded her buttocks gently.
With her blissful ministrations confusing his head, Dante didn't notice how Lady had straddled him completely with her long, creamy thighs, her heavenly womanhood only an inch away from his throbbing hardness. So he gasped when her clitoris brushed against his other "head" as she moved her body lower to turn her attention of her tongue to the center of his chest. It was only his male ego that stopped him from crying out loudly when her tongue darted out to stimulate his nipple, and it didn't help that she had been grinding herself against him the whole time.
Opening his eyes for a moment, he saw her mischievous, lust-filled eyes staring back at him. His vision blurred as the friction between their bodies intensified to the point where all he could do was feel, since all his other senses seem to have blacked out.
God, he could swear he was getting harder with every damn second (if that was a possible feat at all), and every fiber of his body was screaming, demanding to be inside of her. He wished she would just stop her teasing and ride him to hell and back like…
Dante's eyes suddenly shot open. Wait. What the hell am I thinking? Ride me "to hell and back"? WTF? I am supposed to be the one in control here!!!
With his wits slowly coming back, he suddenly realized five things.
One, Lady was making cute mewing sounds inside her throat, indicating she was enjoying her position very much. Good.
Two, She was sitting on top of him, and she could do whatever she wanted. Not good.
Three, he couldn't do what he wanted form this position. Bad.
Four, she was straddling his chest, in such a way that is was possible for her to control him if she wanted. Very bad.
Five, it was only a matter of time before she figured that out. I'm so screwed.
Get back to your senses man before she starts riding you like a horse!!! The nagging voice inside his head screamed, and he suddenly came out of his infatuated daze
What the hell am I doing? Letting her be on top after what she did? NO FUCKING WAY!!! We'll have a lot of time for cuddling and all that romantic crap, but now…it's time for some quality male dominance!
Commanded by the primordial calling of male machismo, his hands immediately latched themselves on her hips, pulling her roughly against him and mashing her lithe form against his hard chest. He kissed her hard, reminding himself not to forget about his primary goals again.
Lady tried to protest but Dante's lips didn't let anything more than a muffled groan escape her lips. "Mmm…Wattarudoin'?"
That's it! She'd had enough! Who does he think he is, raising hopes and then not fulfilling them?
Just when I was starting to think he might not be such a big asshole… Wasn't he being sweet only a few seconds ago? What the hell happened? He has mood swings more often than pregnant women, dammit!
Paying her no attention, Dante quickly raised himself from the laying position. Lady found herself being pushed backwards and before she could do anything, they were back in the exact same position of a few minutes ago, with his larger frame completely trapping her lean body. He leaned his face down and capturing her lips in another bruising kiss, eliminated the distance between their lips once more. She struggled and he could feel her hands wildly punching and pushing on his chest.
"GET…LOST!!!" She scowled, but Dante answered by merely slanting his lips over hers even harder. Even though she hated herself for it, she moaned when he spread her thighs apart with his knees and settled himself in between.
Why does this feel so terribly…exciting?
She was caught off-guard when his hands traveled downwards once more to grope and fondle her supple bosom, resulting in a loud shriek, and no amount of thrashing and screaming appeared to daunt his actions. Instead he seemed to have regained his neck fetish as he greedily started nibbling on her sensitive skin once more.
I hate sexy macho bastards…I hate sexy macho bastards…I hate, I hate, I hate, especially the ones who have a personality disorder…
Dante felt her hands latch themselves around his torso, alternating between gripping his shoulders in pleasure and trying to shove him away in irritation. He didn't worry for the kicks and punches, because he knew her resistance was only a half-hearted attempt to protect her humongous ego. Why else would her blows be like insect bites and her protests more like moans of pleasure? He was finally getting a just reward for everything she had made him go through.
Now, babe, it's payback time!!!
He sniggered to himself.
Damn cheese.
He really needed to stop this.