Eleni
The cool air whisks over my soaked p***y as I wait for Dante to return. During our last stay upstate, he showed me the wall of toys he keeps in the basement, and we tried out a few. Several of them still scare me, but I can take whatever he gives me tonight. I think.
The door opens and closes behind me.
“Good girl,” Dante purrs.
My body sparkles with pleasure, and I sink deeper into the space where I want nothing more than to make him smile.
He swipes a finger between my legs, gathering the wetness there, and I groan.
“Not yet.” He circles around to where I can see him. “You haven’t earned that.”
I shake my head. No, I haven’t. But I have earned dragging my gaze over his bare body. He stripped somewhere between the bathroom and here, exposing his taut stomach and the snarl of
