by April Zyon
Finally, he moved so he was directly over her body and looked down at her. “I am so very pleased with you right now, Noelle,” he told her with a smile and leaned in to kiss her. He placed a silver packet in her bound hands and winked. “Hold onto that for me. We will need that later.”
A condom. Oh this man definitely came prepared for all things, just another thing to really like about him. Noelle really adored it because she hadn’t even thought about birth control, and considering she wasn’t on anything, she was very thankful he was thinking of it. “Thank you for thinking of protecting me.”
“I will always keep you safe, Noelle,” he told her suddenly very seriously. Dante had stopped moving so that he could caress her cheek as he spoke. “As long as I can help it, I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety as well as that of Molly’s. Suddenly I’m not just taking care of one girl I care fiercely about, and that is something I will think about later, but for now let’s just feel for now.” He then kissed her again.
She was quickly becoming addicted to his kisses. Everything that he did made her more and more addicted to him, and she realized as she kissed him that one day this man was going to break her heart. When he pulled back, she licked her lips and waited.
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This woman was it for him. Dante didn’t know how he knew it, but he did. Everything about her told him that she was the one for him. He had heard his friends telling him that there was one person for everyone. Hell, one of his men had left the service when he found an Afghani refugee who saved all of their asses and had married her as soon as he possibly could. None of them could understand it, but then Collin told them, she’s the one, and that’s all he had needed to say. Their team had seen and done a lot of shit, but they all believed that there were things out there that couldn’t be explained by science, and in this instance, he knew that this feeling inside of himself was one of those things. Noelle was the one for him. She was the one that he wanted to grow old and gray with. She was the one he wanted at his side for the rest of time. It had only been a couple of days, so he would have to take his time with easing her into seeing things his way but he would, eventually.
He moved so that he could kiss his way down her body. She was perfection. He hesitated at her tattoo and licked it, growling slightly because he realized that whoever had placed it on her body had seen her breasts. “Who did the ink?” he asked and licked the pink bud that tightened under his tutelage.
She moaned and twisted slightly. “Mila, Camila Vance,” she whimpered her friend’s name and shivered when he bit her nipple just enough to give both pleasure and pain. “Oh, that feels so good,” she told him with a moan.
“Good, it should feel amazing.” Immediate relief filled him. It was a woman who had seen her perfect fucking breasts, not a man he would have to hunt down. “She did a great job, baby.” Dante praised the work because it was, in fact, an exquisite piece.
“Thank you,” was all that his little Noelle could say. God, he loved that he had her so worked up. He stroked his hand down her body and cupped her ass, lifting her slightly as he did so.
“You are so fucking wet.” Dante plunged two fingers deep into her weeping pussy and grinned as she gasped in reaction to that sudden movement. “All for me, only me, and always me.” He knew he should ease her in, but he was staking his claim here and now. Sliding down her body so that he could put his mouth on her, he tasted her, his tongue taking in the first tastes of her honey which made him moan. She tasted like sweet ambrosia, and she was truly his gift from the gods, if there were such a thing. Noelle was perfect for him in every way that there was.
He shifted on the bed and adjusted his body so that he could nestle between her legs better and began to lick the honey of her pussy eagerly. Not able to get the angle that he wanted, he lifted her leg and placed it on his back so that she was fully open to him and only then was she perfectly accessible to him.
With her raised just ever so slightly from the bed, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy, curling them ever so slightly so that she could feel the friction on her G-spot while his tongue lashed at her clit. Every stroke and every lick that he attacked her with were meant to give her satisfaction, and he knew that it was working because she was thrashing on the bed under him and calling his name over and over again. He fucking loved it too. Dante was hard before, but right now he was insane with his need. He reached up after her second orgasm and grabbed the condom from her hand.
Sitting up between her legs, he put the condom on and then released Noelle’s hands from the belt, rubbing her wrists to soothe any pain that she might feel and pressed kisses to the insides of her palms as he did so. “You are perfect, Noelle.” He told her and leaned down to kiss her. Dante let Noelle taste herself on his lips and waited to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, he smiled against her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said without even hesitating. Lining up his latex-covered cock with her pussy, he began to gently press into her body. He was taking it slow because he knew that if the talk of the town was correct, she hadn’t had a lover in a damn long time and he didn’t want to hurt her.
He felt the pressure of her pussy walls tightening around his cock and stopped for a moment. “Am I hurting you, Noelle? You have to tell me if I hurt you at any time.”
“No, I just haven’t done this in a very, very long time,” Noelle replied and nodded for him to continue, that trust that she had in him shining in her eyes. Fuck, he loved this woman.
“If I have my say so about it, baby, you will be doing this a great deal,” Dante said with a smile on his face as he let her become accustomed to his girth. He wasn’t a small man, not by any standards. He stood at six foot seven inches tall, and he knew that his size was proportionate all over, including his cock.
“I like how you think,” she told him with a low moan and then shifted under him, taking him deeper into her body. He hadn’t intended to move, but when she wiggled, he just did and damn did he love it. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He praised her because she felt incredible.
“Move, Dante. Please, fuck me?” Noelle begged him now, her legs were wrapped around his hips as much as she possibly could wrap them. She seemed to want all of him. It was evident on her pale and beautiful face just how much she desired everything.
“Hold onto me then, baby,” was all the warning he had given her before he gave into his primal urges and began to truly fuck her the way he wanted and needed to. Dante pulled entirely out of her and then slammed into her slick pussy so hard that her bed moved. He smiled, and she laughed. Dante loved it. He couldn’t keep his mouth off of her neck, shoulders, mouth, or anywhere he could reach literally while he stroked his cock in and out of her body. He felt her pussy clench, her orgasm drenching his cock, and yet he held back. He wanted to wring at least another one out of her before he let go.
When she came again, he lifted her up so she was sitting on his lap. He was on his knees and bouncing her but giving her the illusion of control.
After she had come again, Dante flipped her onto her hands and knees. He kissed his way down her back from her neck to her ass and then gave her a good swat just because he knew how much she liked it. “You are perfection. You are my dream come true. I can’t believe how long I’ve waited for you and you’ve been here all along.”
He watched her as she flipped her hair out of her face so she could look back at him. She was unsteady on her hands and knees, he hoped because of the liquid pleasure that must have been rolling through her body for the last two and a half hours. “You never knew to look,” she finally gasped out.
“I’m looking now.” He planted a kiss on her lips and then pressed her shoulders down. “Ass in the air. I want to give you another sensation,” he told her and rubbed the soft globes of her ass. When she complied so willingly, he felt his chest swell. No one had ever been so obedient without being paid. Ever.
Once he had her where he wanted her, he began to pull the cr
eam from her pussy and trace it around her tight anus. “Have you ever had anyone here?” he asked as he rimmed the tight little star back there and smiled as he did so.
“No.” She pushed back against him and whimpered as he pushed one finger into her tight back passage. He didn’t go further than one knuckle so that he didn’t harm her, but he let her feel the pleasure that could, and one day would, be found there.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked her as she rocked against him time and time again.
“Yes, God yes.” She was whimpering.
“Good.” He pressed against her pussy now and slid deep. He knew he wasn’t going to last. Not in this position. He was going deeper and deeper inside of her body right now. He pumped harder and faster into her body, his hands on her hips, and finally groaned. “Fuck, come for me, Noelle,” he demanded.
Feeling Noelle’s pussy tighten around his cock and the subsequent moisture of her release was all it took for Dante to come as well. He filled his condom full. He had never come so hard in his life as he did with Noelle. His hips continue to pump of their own violation after he came.
Finally, he lay them both on their sides and smiled. Kissing her on her shoulder, he pulled back. “Give me a just a moment, and I will be right back.” Pulling out of her was painful, not physically, but emotionally it hurt to pull away from her body.
Once he cleaned himself up, he brought back a cloth and got her cleaned up. He then curled into the bed with her after switching off the light. “You don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?”
“I thought we were going to eat?”
“I will make you a midnight snack later, nap for now.” Truthfully Dante didn’t want to leave her. He was feeling to emotionally vulnerable to leave her bed and her side at the moment. Right now the only thing that Dante needed to do was hold Noelle and know she was his and know that she was safe there in his arms.
“I can live with that,” Noelle said with a smile. She turned so that he could spoon her, almost like she knew just what he needed in those moments.
Kissing her neck again, he pulled the blankets up and around their cooling bodies and cuddled her close so that they could both rest until they woke with the need to either eat or have sex again.
Chapter Nine
Christmas Morning
Noelle couldn’t believe how much her life had changed in the space of just a few days. She had fallen so hard and so fast for this man that it wasn’t even close to funny. The night she spent with him had been nothing short of amazing. They had made love no less than five times, and while she had paid for it the next morning by being sore, she wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
She had gotten to Dante and Molly’s home early so that she could put the doll under the tree. Noelle had spent the last several days getting to know Molly as well as Dante. They spent every single moment that they both had off of work getting to know each other because Dante and Noelle wanted to know if this relationship could be something other than physical. Noelle adored Molly, and Molly seemed to love her in return.
So many times Molly brought up the letter she had written to Santa and Dante would just look at Noelle. She refused to tell him what was in the letter because the letter was the little girl’s and if she wanted her uncle to know, then she would tell Dante about it. No, Noelle had interfered enough when she bought the doll, she wasn’t about to do more
Dante had just come back down and winked at her. God that man got sexier each and every single time that she saw him. He was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched across his muscular chest and had her salivating, and a pair of loose sweats that she knew he pulled on only for the sake of his girls. Noelle knew that Dante preferred to sleep in the nude, and she preferred it as well. Once Molly had her baby, and after breakfast, the little girl would have played herself out and go down for a nap, and then she and Dante would be able to have their own nap.
She held out her hand to him, and he took it, kissing her palm that way that he did. Goodness, he knew just how to get her every single time. When he stopped before her, he got down on his knees and cupped her cheeks. “You floor me, every single time that I see you, Noelle. You make my heart thump in ways that amaze me. I…” He had to trail off because suddenly there was the giggles and shouts of Molly as she raced down the steps to join them. She jumped onto Dante’s back, and he carried her over to the tree. “Okay monkey,” Dante was completely undaunted by his niece as he carried her toward what Noelle now knew was their Charlie Brown Tree and put her down. “Come on, Noelle.” He held his hand out to her.
Noelle was incredibly touched. She had thought she would just hang out at the periphery and watch the two of them opening their gifts, watch Molly as she got the baby she asked Santa for and then watch Dante as he had a meltdown of epic proportions while he tried to figure out how to help Molly in dealing with the real-life doll. She walked toward him, her hand touching his and was pulled down into his lap unexpectedly. When Molly giggled, Noelle smiled at the little girl and winked.
“I have a gift for you, young lady,” Noelle told Molly and pulled the little present out of her oversize bag. It wasn’t much, just a little pair of very small diamond earrings that she got with her employee discount at the store, but the little girl had said something that stuck with her the first day that they officially met about how her friends all had blingy earrings and all she had were baby earrings of plastic. “Go ahead, open it.” She leaned back against Dante’s chest and for the first time in far too long felt like she belonged. She had been to friends’ houses for parties and such, but this was the first time she felt like she was in the right place at the right time in life.
When Molly opened the little box, the little girl started to cry. Noelle began to freak out, thinking she got the wrong thing. “Oh honey, we can take them back. I swear. If you don’t like them, we can get you something else.”
Molly launched herself at Noelle and Dante and hugged them both. The six-year-old had Noelle crying because she had no idea what was wrong and Dante just held both of them. Finally, the girl untangled herself and looked at Noelle and kissed her cheek. “You gave me the best gift, one that even Santa couldn’t give me. You made my uncle Dante happy.” She sniffed and added, “Will you stay with us?”
Noelle was mortified. This child couldn’t ask her that question, she couldn’t. “Honey, I think that’s something that your uncle and I should talk out. Why don’t you look for another gift for now?” Holy Jesus, she didn’t think giving her a pair of earrings would make Molly think that she and Dante were getting married or moving in together. Yes, she had been spending a lot of time with them, but even though Noelle loved Dante, he hadn’t said anything about emotions or feelings. Then again, to be fair, neither had she.
Molly nodded and like any other six-year-old child, she happily skipped off, after having Noelle put her earrings into her ears, and dove into the treasure trove of gifts that her uncle had gotten for her this Christmas. Noelle leaned back against Dante once more and shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered to him. “I didn’t know that getting her earrings would give her the impression that I was a permanent fixture.”
Dante was about to say something, but it was overwhelmed by the scream of Molly when she found the gift. “Oh my God! Uncle Dante, Noelle, it’s from Santa!” Molly screamed and jumped up and down with the box that sure enough had Molly’s name on it and from Santa on the box.
“Really? Open it!” Noelle said with a grin and rubbed her hands together gleefully.
She noticed that Dante had gone silent and stiff behind her. She wasn’t going to over analyze it because if she did, she knew what it would be. It would be him figuring out that she had gotten too close to his niece and that it was time to start to cut the strings, which was going to kill Noelle. She had lost her heart to the big man who was holding her in his lap and she knew that when he did break things off with her, she would have to move because to see him running each morning in front
of her house, to see him cruising in his police cruiser, or to hear Molly’s voice, it would destroy her in a way that she had never experienced before. No, tonight when he asked her to leave for good, she knew she was going to have to break out the rainy-day fund that had been left for her when her parents died and use it to move her entire life. She would figure everything out and start a new life in a new city in the new year. That would be fitting.
God dammit, she felt like crying. No, Noelle had to hold it together. No jumping to conclusions, no trying to read his mind. She had to just go with the flow. Yes, that’s what she had to do.
And then he put her off his lap and onto the floor. He reached under the tree, grabbed a little bag and said he would be back and walked out of the room. She hadn’t failed to notice that bag had her name on it too.
As Molly ripped into the paper, Dante wasn’t there. He wasn’t there when the little girl’s eyes lit up as bright as stars when she whispered to Noelle, “Santa is real, Noelle.” And he didn’t return when Noelle helped Molly get the baby out of the confines of the box. As much as Noelle wanted to cry, she didn’t. Instead, she laughed and smiled because this Christmas was about this little girl who had lost so much, about helping her heal, and dammit she was going to do that.
When Dante finally returned, he looked sick, like someone had kicked his dog, but then Molly got into his face and began to chatter about how Santa was real and how she was waiting for the second half of her letter to come true. That’s when Noelle remembered, she had told Dante exactly what was in that second part of the letter. That this little girl was desperate for a family, for a mother and father type of figure.
