Chapter 33 Ecstasy

Chapter 33 Ecstasy

His hand came up my neck, placing my face underneath his as he kissed me, his tongue entwined with mine, his hands moving down my skin, my body felt at ease, yet I stayed stiff, pushing him away as gently as possible.
“We ca—we can’t do this here—what if something happens?” I whispered, staring at the driver who seemed unbothered, hands on the steering, turned to look back at him, a smile crept on his lips, the driver tapped onto a red button that laid between the wheel and the gear, I noticed a black colored like glass going up, causing a partition between the back seat and the drivers seat, reminding me of the movies about limousines and carriages.
“Do you still feel that we have a problem?” He asked with sad eyes, his scent lingered in my nostrils and his taste still felt divine on my lips, I wanted more of it, more of him, yet I sighed in his face, turning my attention to the window, my arms folded and I tried so hard to stop a grin from forming.
“Are you mad about what happened in there?” His tone was subtle, low and endearing, this was a different type of seduction, holding onto my hand, he squeezed gently.
“I couldn’t bear it any longer, the way he stared at you—the way you smiled at him, I couldn’t let that linger for long, you’re mine and I never want to let you go, I know I promised that I wouldn’t cause you any tro—” I pressed my lips against his, his explanations were irrelevant. I had almost forgotten what his touch felt like, yet I craved it so much. For the past few days, I thought I would have to pleasure myself but here he was, reminding me of what I had missed.
He kissed back, holding onto the back of my head, I placed my hand on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, he moved with the same pace, moving his hand up my dress, my body had entered into a frenzy, I wanted him, for his hands to travel to all parts of my body. I felt his fingers on my thong, rubbing against my skin.
“All this for me?” He mumbled under his breath, his fingers rubbing my thigh, I couldn’t answer, my body tried to suppress the moans from his touch, just as I felt his fingers on my chest, trailing my nipples, I arched my back, his lips on them, playing, sucking and pinching them, a moan escaped my lips and I placed my hand over my mouth, stopping myself in realization that we were still in a moving car and our destination is still quite far.
He looked up to see my eyes, “You’re my ecstasy” he gasped, pla£cing his lips on my neck, his hand still in between my thighs. After rubbing on them for a while, he stopped, giving me some space to breathe, space I didn’t quite need. I gasped for air, “Let’s get home first” he smirked.
Did he just say home, that would be back at his place, it would be too far, the fire in me needed to be quenched and quickly “That’s a lot of time—I don’t think I can wait” my eyes darted around his but he looked unfazed, taking off his suit, then the car stopped.
“Wh—why are we stopping, are we there yet?” I questioned as he opened the door, letting himself out before coming to my door, helping me out, throwing his suit over my shoulder. I got down to see the building in front of me, it wasn’t the hotel I had been staying and this didn’t seem like a hotel.
“Where are we?” I asked as his hand laid on my waist, supporting my body as we walked up the steps. I could tell that my legs had begun to hurt from being cooped up in those pair of shoes, I stopped short, my feet had begun to hurt.
“You okay?” I looked at the shoes, he didn’t even wait for a response, he took me up in his arms, suspending my feet in the air as he lifted me without any effort, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging on.
“I—I’m fine Dante” I said calmly,
He darted his eyes back to me “My woman’s feet hurts, there’s no way I’m letting you walk in such a state” his voice signaled that it was final. We had walked past the people in uniforms who slightly bowed their heads, making way for us until we got to a room.
Placing me on the bed, he crouched down, taking the shoes off my feet “I can handle that” I muttered, reaching down to touch my leg, he lightly slapped it off, almost hissing.
“Why would you do that when I’m here?” he used a piece of tissue, cleaning the bruise on my feet, looking up to see my face. “Just hold on” he made his way to the cupboard, bringing out a bandaid. Watching him walk back and place it on the injury reminded me of the first time I slipped into heels, how his finger grazed my skin, taking care of my feet until it got better.
“Thank you” I mumbled as he placed it on my skin, taking my legs in his hands and placing them on a foot stool.
“I’ll go freshen up—you also need your rest” he smiled, walking to the door. My heart raced, I didn’t want it to stop, his breathing on my neck, his skin grazing mine, his lips on mine, I never wanted him to stop.
“Dante—” he turned to look at me, his hands unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes steady on my face “Thank you” he nodded, smiled a little and went through the door.
“Why didn’t I just say it?!” I placed my face on he bed, screaming into the sheets “I know he would’ve loved to touch me—but why couldn’t I just bring myself to say it?! Arghhh!” I screamed into the pillow some more.
I heard a knock on the door, I paused, praying that it wasn’t him “Come in” I responded. The person opened the door, letting herself in, I stared at the familiar face in the dim light.
“Casperall?” I leaped for joy, rushing towards her, wrapping my arms around her stiff body as she smiled at me, her jet black smelt of cinnamon, I could tell she had been in the kitchen. Pulling her away, I took a good look at her, her face unchanging.
“I’ve missed you—y’know?” Taking her hand in mine, I smiled as she did the same.
“I missed you too mis—Lily” she replied.
The joy of seeing her almost made me forget my aching desire for him but I let it go as we chatted about the events that had taken place while I was away.
After an hour, I finally found the courage to let her leave. Waving her goodbye as I closed the door, getting out of my dress, I didn’t want to part with it, it clung to my skin and I couldn’t blame it, I wanted it glued to my body if possible, I smiled at the mirror as I slipped out of the dress and heading for the bathroom.
As I sank my body into the pool of hot water, shutting my eyes, that soothing feeling came upon me, I let my head rest but it was filled with images, images of him, of his skin, his eyes, his fingers down below as they stroked back and forth, I wanted him down there, his tongue, his body rubbing against mine, I wanted it all.
Placing my finger on my thigh, I stroked, it didn’t feel the same, it couldn’t, yet, his body excited me in my thoughts, his face close to mine, his breath on my chest as his lips worked on my nipples, my fingers traced my skin and still, I felt unsatisfied. I opened my eyes to see the pool of water almost cooling up. I got out of the tub, got my robe and headed straight for his room. I wasn’t going to let my desire for him consume me, I’d rather make him have me instead.
I stood in front of the large wooden door, taking a deep breath, I knocked. There was no response “Of course he’s asleep—I shouldn’t have let him leave” I mumbled as I knocked once again, still no response, I hissed and made my way back to my room. Either he was asleep or completely ignoring me.
I closed the door behind me, feeling tired and quite exhausted from the evening, I plopped onto the bed, clutching the pillow “Maybe if I sleep off—I’ll forget him” I muttered under my heavy breath, forcing my eyelids to close. My eyes went shut, yet, I felt restless.
His face couldn’t get out of my mind, his body, those tattoos, I wanted to know the stories behind them, his reason for joining shady groups and most of all, what it would feel like having him inside of me. None of my curiousities worked, so I stared at the ceiling, reaching down with my fingers, remembering how he had taught me, softly, I placed my fingers between my thigh, moving up and down as gently as I could.
All I could remember was his face, the tiny scar next to his lips, the softness of his lips on my neck, his hands on my breasts, his subtle fingers stroking me, then I moved my fingers in motion, just as he did and I felt better, my heart raced a bit, my finger went deeper, pulling in and out and my body felt like it was on fire, although not as good as him, it had become wet with pleasure, just as I let out a soft moan and then another, my desire had risen to the roof, I stroked some more but then I heard the door open, I hadn’t locked it.
He stood there, my chest heaving and my fingers between my thighs.
Taking off his chest, he joined me on the bed, his lips curved into a thin line, he went down, placing his lips on my fingers, I took them out and then I could feel his wet tongue down in me “Da—Dante” I moaned, holding onto his hair, he looked up to see my face.
“Having fun without me? I don’t think so—”