The car was parked; we got out, but no one was around, and the resort was empty. It's the weekend; is it even possible? Dante met my knitted expression and spoke. "I cleared the resort. It's the weekend, and I don't have patience to deal with people around here if we come out of our room." I nodded, pondering his 'if'. What is that supposed to mean? Is it what I am thinking, not that I mind, but just to be sure and prepare? I fished for words as I watched Dante, who patiently waited for me to finish the sentence. "Don't keep your hopes up; it depends on you, rather than me." I furrowed my eyebrow at that. "It's completely out of the syllabus for you, Rowan." Oh, I nodded at that.
Why didn't I even think about it till now? That should have come to my mind when I suggested having sex with him, right? For the love of God, what's happening with me? I didn't even think that I was going to have sex with a guy; only Dante mattered most to me. "Common." Dante dragged me along with him.
We entered an empty resort; not even bloody staff were around. Doesn't he think this is too much? " The resort is completely empty?" I groaned as I walked with him. "No, a few staff are here and there, one cleaning person and two in the kitchen." "Wow, what an achievement?" I couldn't help being sarcastic, and he rolled his eyes at that. "How did you even manage this shit within a few hours?" "By making a call." He smirked, and I wanted to choke him for his snarky reply.
We entered a spacious room. I hummed as my eyes roamed around the room, damn. It was wide, obviously; in the middle, there was a king-size bed draped with soft golden covers and blankets; wide windows, covered with white curtains; a couch; a TV; and two chairs. One balcony and a bathroom. "Liked it," Dante whispered in my ear. Who cares? I was ready to have sex in his damn car in the open space. He had cleared the damn resort for a night, and for that, at least I should give him a response. I nodded at him in affirmation.
"Shower?" I didn't have one in the morning, as I was too horny and excited when Dante was waiting outside. "Yeah." "Together?" He should stop suggesting things; he should take bloody control. I grunted in acknowledgement.
As we entered the bathroom, once again, my eyes roamed over the area; well, it was also spacious, with a bathtub and a whole lot of things. I stepped in, turning from Dante. We have showered before, but I am feeling too shy all of a sudden. Dante pulled me towards him, as I kept a meter of distance between us. "You are nervous." He whispered as he scrubbed my hair. "No. "I dragged the words, but deep down I was little. "Relax, Rowan." He started peppering kisses on my neck by wrapping a hand around my waist. I hummed, leaning toward him, and he held me tighter under the shower. "I will be careful." I shivered at his words. "I promise." There is that knot in my stomach as I hear his words.
He is going to treat me too softly, like a damn leaf on the bed. He is going to act based on my expressions. He may even stop in the middle if he thinks I am hurting a bit. I wanted to have sex with him; that's not too much to ask for, but he is making a big deal out of it. Granted, it's my first time and everything, still.
I turned toward Dante and kissed him to lure him into my world. I kissed him harder, masking my nervousness and reassuring him. I let him in to explore, to build his confidence, so that he could wipe away any second thoughts because of me. I moaned louder over his mouth, making him hornier and driving him crazy. I want him, and I am sure of it, and I want him to be sure of me about having sex with me.
I don't want him to hold himself back in any given situation; I want the pain; I want to feel every bit of his roughness; I want him to go wild on the bed, and I don't know how to make him understand this. For now, I just hope he doesn't stop under any circumstances. "Don't think anything." Dante groaned over my lips, and I chuckled at that. Once again, our lips connected and Dante lifted me immediately; my legs circled him, and he carried me to the bed.
Dante placed me on the bed softly; I was too excited to protest that. He hovered over me, and the anticipation began to crawl into me. He attacked my neck, pouring soft kisses, and a moan left me as I pulled him closer. The kiss moved toward my chest, and I welcomed it, yearning for more. He kissed my stomach, making my back press harder to the bed, stopping just above my member. I groaned in anticipation, but he only chuckled in return. "I thought you banned me from using my mouth and hands for the day." "Dante." I hardly glared at me. "You were fucking using that." "That's different." He gestured to my upper body. "This is different," referring to my member. "You better..." The words were swallowed as he pressed his hand harder on my member, and soon his hand was replaced by his mouth.
I hummed in contentment, my hands automatically clutching his hair. He never stops or complains when I clutch his hair harder or push him with too much force. He likes it so much; sometimes I tried being soft, but when I get too horny, I can't hold myself. I pressed him harder, and he groaned in return. I didn't take too much time; I cum harder. He was on top of me, once again, kissing my lips. The kiss was wild and dominating, and as usual, I enjoyed every bit of it. He stopped when we were out of breath, watching my face as we breathed heavily.
"I need to prepare you." "Go on." Within a beat, I answered him; my mind was still foggy due to the kiss and my orgasm. He was in the same position without doing anything, and his eyes were focused on me. "I need to prepare you, Rowan." He stressed every word, and my body went stiff at that. Dante stayed like that, didn't move, studying me. "I got it." "You want it." He was serious, and no bullshit he was going to take from me. "Yes, I want it. Don't push me with those questions. I want it, and I mean it." He nodded, kissing me once again on my lips.
I tried my best to relax; Dante tried to distract me by kissing me. For some reason, my body was still stiff. "Relax, Rowan." I hummed, trying to focus on the kiss. His hand slowly moved to my ass, and I went on high alert. "Relax." He breathed on my face, and I nodded, watching his face. He played near my hole as he watched my face, and my breath hitched in anticipation. I felt his silky finger near the entrance, and my breath shuddered. "Relax. I groaned at that. "One more time, if I hear that word, I will kill you on the spot." Dante started laughing, showing his full teeth; he fell on his side next to me, clutching his stomach; my frustration and irritation evaporated just like that.
We lay there, Dante still smiling and hard as rock, including me. "You better be inside me within five minutes," I informed him in a stern voice. "Stop fucking treating me like a damn doll," I grunted. "I have bloody watched a few videos before, and I know what I am getting myself into." I watched the sealing, just to ease myself. "It's you, so I fucking want this. I want to experience this with you, and I want this so badly. I don't know why." I have watched a few videos just to know how this works, but I could never imagine anyone but Dante. "I want it to be raw and rough; keep the soft touches to yourself." Once again, my voice was stern. "I am done waiting, and I want to have sex with you, Dante, today itself. Ignore my nervousness; stop treating me as a fragile person and show me the real you for the night. If not, just find me, someone." I know that triggered him, as he hovered over me in anger. "Don't ever speak of anyone else other than me." He growled like an animal, and it only made me harder; my member twitched at that.
Dante grabbed something from the table, more composed and serious. I have evoked something, and I better be prepared. Once again, his one hand was near my hole, his face holding my eye contact. I was a little bit anxious and started chewing my lips. His eyes darted from my lips to my eyes, making sure of something. His finger moved, little by little; I jerked at that, clutching him. "Dante. "I closed my eyes, feeling nervous. I thought he would stop, but he didn't. I could feel his whole finger inside, and it was out in no time. I immediately opened my eyes, and I felt his two fingers entering. I clutched him harder, with a shuddering breath. "I hate to say this, but your body is stiff; let loose, and yeah, please relax." I nodded, watching his face, and he smiled in return. His fingers entered in full, and I gritted my teeth, clutching the sheets. Dante repeated the action, making me moan and gasp at the same time. I was hard, more needy than ever. "Dante," I whispered, moaning, and his face turned darker; all joviality was washed out of his face with my one shuddering call.
He took his position, and my breath hitched as I saw him, with all alpha glory. He was inside me with one thrust. I shut my eyes as I glistened with pain and concentrated on relaxing my breath. "Rowan," Dante whispered, a little tense; oh god, he would remove it if I didn't speak. "Don't you dare remove it; just go on. I am ready." He looked conflicted and worried. I never thought someone would test me so much by taking it so high. "Dante, I swear. " He started moving, and I closed my eyes at the sensation. It was slow; I wanted more. "Dante, faster." He was reluctant, which was obvious in the way he was holding himself back. "Faster," I shouted at him. His pace turned faster, not harder, which was ok for now. I could live with it.
I closed my eyes; my mind was clouding, and the vivid images started to appear. Dante was thrusting forth and back; my memories were in a haze. My whole body was on fire, throbbing, and the glimpses of images were matching, portraying so many things at once. I was over the cloud; the sensation was impeccable, and I was lost. I couldn't comprehend where exactly, whether in desire or in those images.
I moaned louder; I shuddered harder at his one last thrust, and my mind went blank. I came too hard; the vivid images were still appearing—different, different things, places, and the two constant blurred images with a lot of emotions.
I felt lost in the blissful sensation and meaningless images. I put more pressure on my brain; I racked my brain to find the hidden faces, but no force worked. The images were still blurred, but not the emotions. I felt every bit of it as if they were my second skin, raw. My body went numb, eyes glistening, and I lay there motionless.
Things were too silent; only breathing sounds were coming. I lay motionless, still trying to find meaning for everything, and I jerked out of everything when I heard Dante's voice.
"You are scaring me, Rowan." I jolted at Dante's tone. Dante's worried voice snapped me and shut everything out of me. I chuckled as I saw his anxious face. "I can't even relax in my blissful state." I smiled as I saw him, and he relaxed at that. Dante immediately kissed me. It was desperate, filled with emotion, and hard. I don't know what got over me; I pulled him tighter as he would disappear at any time and, at the same time, dominated the kiss.
I latched his face closer; in no time, he was down, and I was on top, kissing him harder. Much-needed one, as an affirmation of what I don't have any idea about. We played with our tongues, along with pressing our groins harder. Once again, I was hard as well, and so was Dante. I pressed and moved my member on his. He held my waist, breathing harder. "As much as I love to continue this, He held my gaze. "We should stop, Rowan." Is he serious? "Tomorrow it will be too hard for you. It will hurt like hell, trust me." "I am 27." He chuckled at that. "The pain doesn't see the maturity, Rowan; trust me." "Will you fuck me or not?" I locked him from either side, and he sighed at that. "You are too stubborn today." "Well?" I prompted, and I was tackled to the bed.
He was on top of me with a smile, and I didn't mind a bit. I am not minding anything; that's happening. "You are not going to scold me." He cautioned me. "Why would I? When you are going to take care of me." He shook his head at that with a smile. We started to kiss, and he was inside me, way slower than before. I didn't protest, letting him take his time.
"You were right," I grunted the words while we were in the bathtub at 4 am. Dante chuckled, massaging my shoulder in the process. "I never thought it would be this painful. It's hurting like a bitch. How the hell am I going to walk?" I groaned in pain as I leaned back on Dante. "I have tablets for the pain. Do you want to have food? I know it's early morning, but do you want to have anything?" I shook my head at that. "Drinks and fruit are fine for now.We will order something in the morning." He hummed at that.
We stayed silent, sipping the wine and enjoying the blissful time together. My mind occasionally wandered to the vivid images I got the first time while I was at my peak. I thought the images would reappear, but they didn't. We had sex three times, but nothing reappeared as it had in the first place. Now, I am confused. I know I am a daydreamer and tend to get lost in my thoughts, but this was a different level. I have never experienced something like this before. Frankly speaking, I should be happy because it was too much to bear—intense, so much emotion, and the pain felt raw. I am not relieved that the dream didn't appear, and I am not able to explain the state I am in.
"We should go and sleep for a bit." Once again, Dante snapped me out. I hummed and tried to get up, but my legs felt wobbly, and Dante caught me before I could fall. He picked me up, and I didn't find any problem with wrapping my legs around him. "You are too silent." He stated as he placed me on the bed. "The aftermath is taking a toll, in a good way." He watched my face when I said those words to confirm things. "Ok, do you want fruit?" I nodded at that. He placed a bowl full of already chopped different fruits in front of me, along with a wine glass. He wasn't convinced, but he didn't push either. Dante joined me with his own glass in his hand.
We stayed silent, Dante sipping his wine, while I devoured the fruit. "I am not bottoming, always," I mumbled as I plopped the grapes in my mouth. "You can be on top of me while riding me," he supplied, and that made me feel a lot better. "Great." I gulped the remaining wine in one go and yawned in exhaustion. Dante smiled as he watched me. "We should better sleep now." I once again yawned, nodding my head. "Yeah." I plopped my head on the pillow, scooting toward Dante, and he wrapped a hand around my waist, as if he owned me. I hummed in contentment and exhaustion, as a sense of belonging relieved me of everything that I was going through. I exceeded today's limit; my exhaustion kicked in in one surge, and my eyes closed without care for the world. I felt Dante's hand tighten around my waist, pulling me closer and deeper into him.