His Paradise Wife

by Tina Martin

  Emily’s cell phone rang, interrupting their flow.

  “You brought your phone?” Dante asked with a smirk.

  “Yes...just in case you tried something,” she said, suppressing a smile while taking her phone from her small purse. “It’s my friend, Sherita. She’s running the shop for me while I’m here.”

  “You need to take it?”

  “No. I’ll call her back later.” Emily slid the phone back into her purse.

  “Are you sure, because you can take it if you need to?”

  “Nah. She just calls me to keep me up-to-date on the store. I’m sure everything’s fine.”

  “Speaking of the store, how is everything going?”

  “It’s...ah...it’s okay.”

  “That didn’t sound convincing.”

  “Well, it could be better.”

  “How’s that?”

  “The boutique market is flooded...there are boutiques all around town. And it doesn’t help that items in my store costs up to forty percent more than other stores.”

  “Hmm,” he responded.

  “And my store is pretty much outdated as you saw when you came there, I’m sure, but I’m not complaining. I like my little store. It keeps me busy and it pays the rent, so...”

  Dante nodded. “There’s nothing like getting paid for doing what you love, right.”

  “Right.”

  * * *

  Later in the evening, they went to dinner, at a seafood restaurant that Dante had recommended. They’d arrived just in time because when they were settled at a table, the rain came down heavy, pounding against the window where they sat.

  Dante was busy trying to convince Emily to try oysters for the first time.

  “No thanks,” she told him. “The last time somebody talked me into trying something I didn’t like, I broke out in hives.”

  “Well, in that case, don’t try it. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours,” he said, then slurped down another oyster. “Mmm...you don’t know what you’re missing, though.”

  “How many of those do you normally eat?”

  “Not very many...the most I’ve eaten at a time were maybe around twenty or twenty-five.”

  “And you eat them raw?”

  “That’s the best way to eat it, baby,” he said, sucking another one down in one huge slurp.

  Emily smiled. He was eating those oysters so good, she was tempted to try one. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said, feeling excited.

  “Really? You want to try it?”

  “Yeah.”

  He squeezed some fresh lemon juice on the oyster and added a little cocktail sauce. Then he picked up the shell and handed it to her. “Okay, so you can tilt the shell up to your mouth and slurp like I do, or you can use the oyster knife to sort of rake it out of the shell and into your mouth.”

  “I’ll do what you do,” she said, then braced herself. “Okay. Here goes.” With the shell tilted to her mouth, she slurped the oyster from the shell, feeling the slithery sensation in her mouth.

  “Chew for a few seconds, then swallow,” he instructed her.

  She did exactly what he said and after swallowing, she said, “Mmm...that was pretty good. I didn’t know what to expect, but that wasn’t bad. Not bad at all.”

  “I thought you might like it.”

  Emily wiped her mouth and took a sip of red wine. “I have to admit...I’m having a wonderful time with you, Dante.”

  “I’m having the time of my life with you, Emily.”

  Chapter 24

  After dinner, they headed back for the hotel by way of the beach. Emily took off her sandals, holding them in her left hand, walking barefoot on the cool, wet night sand.

  Dante grasped her right hand with his left and held on to it. He noticed that Emily didn’t snatch her hand away from his, but instead, held on firmly to it in this romantic setting. And he felt something akin to current run through her hand to his. Maybe it was nerves, the same spark he felt when his lips had touched hers for the first time.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked her.

  “All the work I have to do when I get home.”

  “No, no, no. You can’t be thinking about work while you’re here with me. I need your full attention.”

  Emily flashed a half smile and felt a few rain drops pelt her face. “Okay, we better run before we get drenched.”

  “That was just a few drops. We got time.”

  Just then, the rain picked up faster and the two scrambled for shelter, running hand-in-hand as fast as they could to the hotel.

  “I told you we were going to get wet,” Emily said laughing as they stood in the hotel lobby.

  “Next time I’ll listen to you, darling.”

  They continued on to the elevator, stepping onto it. Dante pressed the eight button and when the doors closed, his eyes locked on Emily like an animal seeking its prey. She was standing in the back corner with her arms crossed, opposite of him, her wet hair dangling around her face. He imagined that they were at his home, in the shower together being drenched by the massive rain shower heads above. Her legs would be wrapped around his waist while he took her in a way that he’d never taken any other woman. Her nails in his back. His tongue down her throat.

  “Did you hear me?” she asked him.

  He snapped out of his trance. “You said something?”

  “Yes. I said it’s good to play in the rain sometimes,” she said smiling.

  You have no idea, is what he was thinking.

  “Where were you just now?”

  Lost in all of your beauty. “I’m here. I was just thinking about what you said. I haven’t ran in the rain like that in a while. It’s refreshing.”

  “It is, but now that we’re inside in the air conditioning, I’m cold.”

  Dante could tell she was cold as indicated by her nipples poking through the wet blouse that clung to her breasts. When the elevator doors opened up to the eleventh floor, she said, “Well, now we can get out of these wet clothes.”

  Emily walked in the room and he followed. “I’m going to take a hot shower,” she told him.

  “Think I will, too,” he responded. “In my shower of course.” A sly grin appeared on his face.

  Emily smiled, too.

  While taking a shower, she thought about what he said at dinner, about how she should reach out to her mother because she had good intentions. She hadn’t spoken to her parents in months, and she wanted nothing other than to talk to them now. But that call would have to wait for a decent hour. Surely they were in bed, sound asleep by now.

  When she was done showering, she blow-dried her hair and applied lotion to her body – her usual nighttime routine. Then she stepped in the bedroom, ready to rest after having one of the best days of her life with Dante.

  Lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t sleep. All she could do was think about Dante, how she’d judged the man based on rumors she’d heard. Once she’d gotten to know him personally, anything everyone else had to say was irrelevant.

  Emily sighed, unable to sleep. She wanted to go into the living room where he had been sleeping. She felt a strange urge to be close to him, something that hadn’t happened since Melvin, but she felt it with Dante. She wondered if it was because he was the only man she’d spend a considerable amount of time with since Melvin had passed. Or, maybe it was the fact that she’d had an amazing day with him, first in therapy, then on their boat ride and dinner, followed by a romantic stroll on the beach.

  A few light taps at the door invaded her thoughts.

  “Yes?”

  “Just wanted to see if you were sleeping,” Dante said through the closed door.

  Emily smiled. Apparently, Dante couldn’t sleep either. “Come in,” she told him.

  Dante turned the knob and entered the room, smelling the sweet fragrance of her lotion. The room was dimly lit with a little light coming from the bathroom. Emily had purposely left a crack in t
he bathroom door for that purpose.

  “Hey,” she said, watching him walk to the same side of the bed where he’d rested yesterday. Where he’d held her. The only difference was, he wasn’t wearing a shirt this time and she could feel his body heat flirt with hers. The hair on his chest added to his manliness and his iron peck made her want to touch him. “You can’t sleep?”

  “No, not really.”

  “Good. You can keep me company for a while. Can you lie here, like you did last night?”

  “Yeah,” he said, standing up to move the covers back, then slid under and laid down facing her. “You smell delicious.”

  Emily chuckled. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  After a few moments of silence, she said, “You’re a mystery, Dante.”

  “How’s that?”

  “You haven’t had a real relationship in years, yet, you go through all of this trouble to be with me.”

  “What trouble?” he asked, displaying a smile that could cause a woman’s heart to stop.

  “You know what I mean. Before you came in, I was lying here thinking about that.”

  “Oh, now the truth comes out. You do think about me.”

  She giggled. “Well, we had such a good day today that I couldn’t help but think about you.”

  “It’s all good, sweetie. I was thinking about you too.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes, but then again, I’m always thinking about you,” he drawled out smoothly and seductively. When she sighed, he knew he was wearing her down, forcing her to let down her walls.

  “Do you have children?” she asked to change the subject a little while abating the sexual tension in the room.

  “Wow. That’s out of left field.”

  “I was just thinking about some things I don’t know about you and that’s one of them.”

  “No, I don’t have children,” he said, reaching to rake her curls away from her face with the tips of his fingers again.

  She closed her eyes and nearly lost all of her senses when she felt his warm fingers against her face. “Do you want children?” she managed to ask.

  “Yes. I want children. I want them with you, Emily,” he said honestly.

  Emily’s heart melted. She found his left hand with her right and threaded their fingers together.

  Dante closed his eyes at the feel of her soft hand, thinking about how other parts of her body must feel if her hands were this soft.

  Chapter 25

  In the morning, Emily woke up to somewhat of a surprise. Instead of her head resting on her pillow, she was lying on Dante’s warm, firm chest. His arms were wrapped around her and she could feel his hands on her back, underneath her night shirt.

  She sat up slowly and looked at him. She didn’t recall anything happening between them last night other than talking, but why was she resting against his chest?

  Dante saw the puzzled look on her face and said, “Good morning, sweetie.”

  “Good morning. Um...how did I get in this position?”

  “You don’t remember?” he asked, trying to suppress a smile but the dimple on his face concaved into something beautiful.

  “No, I don’t remember.”

  “Well, you were in the middle of a bad dream. I woke you up and you asked me to hold you, baby.”

  Emily thought about it for a moment and it was all starting to come back now.

  “Of course I said yes,” Dante continued. “I need practice getting a feel for your sleeping positions since I’m going to be your pillow for the rest of our lives.”

  “Dante...” Emily whispered, not knowing what else to say as she lost herself somewhere in his sweet words.

  Before she could get her senses back and attempt to put up any resistance, he’d sat up so their faces met and took her bottom lip into his mouth. He’d gotten a taste of her lips on the boat yesterday and now he wanted a taste of her tongue, of her whole, entire mouth.

  Emily whimpered when she felt him pulling her down on top of him, their mouths still connected while his tongue wreaked havoc on her senses. Even though she was the one on top, his strong tongue and firm lips remained very much in control while his hand gripped the nape of her neck, holding her in place so he could fully penetrate her mouth with his tongue. Leave it up to him and he’d try to swallow her whole.

  “You taste so good, baby,” he managed to say after taking a quick breath – a pause more for her benefit than for his own. Shifting his body, he steadied his way in a new position – on top of her, staring down into her longing eyes.

  Emily could feel his arousal pressed firmly against her leg and she instantly felt a desire to have him. Gazing into his eyes, she knew he wanted the same.

  Without saying a word, he pulled her night shirt over her head, helping her to take it off, tossing it to the floor. Her bare, plump breasts lay before him, and, without wasting any time, he went for one of her breasts with his mouth while kneading the other with his hand. Soft moans escaped her lips and shivers ran down her spine with every touch. With every lick. With every suck.

  “Oh, Dante,” she whimpered. “Dante...”

  Dante captured her tongue again, drawn to the allure of her opened mouth saying his name. She’d be saying it a lot more before the morning was over with. A lot more...

  Still using his tongue, he kissed and sucked on her neck, pulling an area of skin in a suctioning way, a greedy way, then massaging the now reddish area with his tongue, feeling her body quiver underneath him. And this was just the beginning...

  He traveled further, going for her breasts again. Having enjoyed them the first time around, he wanted seconds and a second helping is what he received as he greedily lapped his tongue around her breasts, feeling their softness against his taste buds. His mouth watered for more.

  He licked a path to her navel, circling his tongue around it, then further down, his tongue stopped at the tip of her pajamas. It took all the willpower he had, but he stopped just shy of pulling her pajamas down and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this, Emily?”

  Emily nodded. “I’m sure.” Right now, she couldn’t think about anything else – only this beautiful specimen hovering above her.

  “I need you to be sure,” he told her, still on his knees straddled over her, his erection straining against the front of his boxers.

  “I’m sure,” she replied softly, gazing into his eyes.

  She watched as he pulled down his boxers, his thick, mighty length demanding to be seen. She seductively bit her bottom lip as she thought about how she would be able to handle all of him. But it was too late to turn back now, not that she wanted to.

  He easily removed her pajamas and felt his heart thump when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Then, starting from where he left off with his tongue, he begin his licks and kisses again, below her navel then down to her smooth-shaven center, lapping his tongue there, his mouth watering for a taste of her. And a taste of her he got, feeling her legs quiver at the touch of his hot tongue against her sensitive flesh.

  “Dante,” she whispered, instinctively grabbing his head. “Oh, Dante...”

  Had he noticed she said anything? He was too busy feasting on her, wanting to send her into oblivion. Wanting to make her remember him. Needing to make her remember him.

  Then she felt it – a wild, bottled up feeling of ecstasy that pressurized from her toes to her brain. She needed to release it and release it she did in one explosive, mind-boggling, pent-up shudder that made her convulse underneath the weight of him. “Oh, Dante!” she screamed. She watched him position himself between her legs and she opened them wide enough for him to nestle there perfectly.

  Before she had time to brace herself, he was already priming her with the tip of his length, poking and pulling back, then sliding his shaft deep into her soul, invading her walls and forcing them to expand and stretch, recognizing his presence there. After a tight fit, their souls were connected.

  Dante closed
his eyes, trying to contain the feeling of being inside of her, and without a single movement, he opened them, staring down at her, the woman he’d wanted for quite some time now, but this was no conquest. And she was wrong in what she’d initially thought of him, because she wouldn’t be another notch on his bedpost. He loved her, and he intended on showing her in a real action-speaks-louder-than-words type way.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked panting, noticing that he wasn’t doing anything but staring down at her.

  “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is right. Everything is perfect. I just want to remember this moment. I don’t want to rush it. I want to take my time making love to you, Emily.”

  With that, he bared down on her capturing her lips before parting them with his tongue and working his way into her mouth.

  Emily rubbed his back with her fingertips while they kissed, while he lay buried to the hilt inside of her. His slow rocks had her ready to crumble to pieces again, so what would she do when he increased the tempo?

  “Dante,” she whimpered again.

  His thrusts remained gentle and slow, so much so that he was able to arch his back in a way that he could lick and suck on her breasts. She steadily said his name, over and over.

  Her quick breaths and the way she whispered his name turned him on. “Emily.”

  “Yes?”

  “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see me. I want you to look at me.”

  “Okay.”

  “Take me, Emily.”

  “Okay, Dante,” she said gasping.

  “Take me. Take all of me,” he ordered.

  “I’m trying, baby,” she panted, feeling him increase the tempo of his thrusts while never taking his eyes off of her. And she came again, her muscles squeezing him as her fingernails dug into his back.

  “Oh, Emily,” he grunted. “Oh, baby. Only you can make me feel like this. Only you can do this to me, baby,” he said, letting out a loud growl, throwing his head back completely draining himself, her cave overflowing with his release.

  Making love to her was incredible, beautiful and even more satisfying than he imagined it would be, so much so that he felt himself harden again, aroused even more than before.