Dark Intentions - Charlotte Byrd Page 0,3

out!” Dante yells, pointing to the door. "Didn't you see the red light?"

They apologize again and stumble out even more gracelessly than they stumbled in. Then he leans over me, but I shake my head no.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I don't know. I can't."

"Okay." He pulls away, just like that. "If you don't want to have sex with me, I'm not going to force you to," he says, mildly insulted.

"Or do you want me to just woo you again?" He smiles mischievously.

I shake my head no, but he grabs my hand and pulls me close, and with his fingers intertwined with mine, a spark returns.

3

Jacqueline

"I have to go.” I pull away from Dante.

He nods and our fingers separate. He sits down on the edge of the bed, not so much crestfallen, but a little disappointed.

I try to find my small crossbody bag with my wallet and phone, and I realize that I had dropped it somewhere and one of us had kicked it under the bed.

As I lean over, Dante reaches for me, grabbing me around my waist, and I suddenly remember how he held me out there when we danced. My heart starts to beat fast and everything within me yearns for him.

I turn around and he pulls me on top of him. My skirt prevents me from opening my legs too wide so he pushes it up to my waist and feels the smoothness of my butt, squeezing tightly.

I lean over and kiss him.

I cradle Dante’s face in my hands and kiss him over and over again. I feel the sharpness of his jaw, the harshness and the straightness of his nose.

I kiss his neck and he tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and I run my fingers up and down. I start to go down his hard body, running my fingers all the way down to his belly button. Instead of a six pack, there's an eight pack, each muscle clearly defined.

He has smooth, soft olive skin almost caramel in color. He gathers my hair into a ponytail again and pulls tightly, knowing instinctively that this will ignite and excite every cell in my body.

I can’t help but moan.

"You like that?" he asks.

I nod.

We don't know each other and that's why there's the rule about the safe word. You're supposed to say a word or phrase when you start to feel uncomfortable. It basically means no, that's too far.

I wait for him to ask me what mine is again, but he doesn't. He just runs his hands up and down my back as I pull down his pants and look at his big substantial bulge.

Right before I can reach for it, Dante flips me over on my back. He sits me up briefly, unzips my dress, and pulls it over my head. I'm wearing a strapless bra, but he flicks it off with one quick movement. My breasts fall before him and seem almost as surprised about what just happened as the rest of me.

Cupping one and kissing the other, he lays me back down and reaches down between my legs.

He teases me.

He kisses me right above my hip bones and then on the inside of my thighs.

And I want him to pull off my panties already and get inside but he doesn't. He takes his time and he makes me moan and then finally thrusts his fingers and I can't hold on anymore.

"No, no, no." He pulls away. "You're not getting away that easy."

“Please," I beg.

Every part of me wants him. Even just a little bit and I'm ready, ready to go over the edge.

But he likes to play games.

I can see that now.

"How do you touch yourself?" he asks.

My eyes get big. "What do you mean?" No one has ever asked me that before.

"That's what I'm asking. Do you do it when you’re on your back?”

I nod.

"Oh, that's why it was such a quick thing for you. You're used to it. What if we do it some way that’s not predictable?”

"Do something, do anything but I need you inside of me," I plead.

"Okay, I like that.” He looks around the room. “There. Take off your panties and wait."

This makes me even more aroused than I was before. But I do as he asks. He walks over, takes off his briefs, and I finally see his beautiful cock, big and thick, smooth to the touch without a single hair.

I reach for it, but he shakes his head no.

"You don't want to give me anything I want,"