Burning Dante
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: BURNING DANTE
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
She could feel the wool of the blanket under her bare thighs. The night sky was
beautiful above them and it was only natural when Dante rolled over to fill her
vision with only him.
“Isn’t it beautiful,” Phoebe whispered nervous and anxious at the same time. She
knew what was coming, had been anticipating it since they had first started dating.
“Yes, you are,” he replied and leaned down to kiss her softly on the mouth. His
hand went to her waist where her shirt didn’t quite meet her skirt and he traced the
exposed skin there bringing tingles to her flesh. “I want to touch you Phoebe,” he
breathed as he kissed a trail to her ear. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” she breathed wanting the same.
His hand crept higher slipping beneath the shirt until he reached the bottom of her
bra and began to trace around it. His lips were on her shoulder now and she didn’t
know what to do with her hands. Should she grab him and hold onto him? Should
she cling to the blanket? What the hell was her role in all this, other than to feel the
complete pleasure he was giving her? She had never been with anyone before and
she wasn’t quite sure of herself.
She felt both of his hands at the hem of her shirt lifting it up and she arched her
back to help him. He lifted it off her until she lay before him with just her bra
covering her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he whispered again and bent to lick at the top curves that the bra left
uncovered. She shivered in pleasure. She could feel his erection beneath the jeans
he was wearing where he rested against the outside of her thigh. He was big and
hard and she was a little nervous about the pain that she knew accompanied the
first time a girl had sex.
But it was hard to remember what she had heard it would be like when her senses
were filled with Dante and what he was doing. He unsnapped the front clasp of her
bra and she was exposed to him and the cool night air. Her nipples were tight and
achy and she just wanted his touch. She watched as Dante’s head lowered, watched
his tongue reach out and caress the tip of one breast. Her cry filled the air around
them and seemed to ignite something in Dante. He wrapped his lips around her
nipple and sucked greedily from it. She was arching and moaning her hands no
longer useless as they clutched in his hair.
Back and forth he went between her breasts showering both with attention until she
could feel the ache building between her thighs. She shifted her legs restlessly and
moaned again. Was it supposed to feel this good?
His lips moved away and no matter how hard she tried to hold him to her breasts he
moved down over her stomach and kissed and sucked at her flesh there. He took
her hands from his hair and moved them to her breasts.
“Touch yourself, Phoebe,” he told her. “Just do what feels good and I’m going to
continue tasting just how sweet you are.”
Did women really do that? Touch themselves while with a man? She felt his strong
fingers reach under her skirt and grip the hem of her panties. She lifted her hips for
him and then they were down and off. He moved so that he lay between her spread
thighs and she was grateful for the dark night that surrounded them. He lifted her
skirt and exposed her pussy to his eyes and the moonlight.
“You smell so delicious,” he moaned and bent his head.
Thank God she didn’t smell bad. She was mortified when she felt his tongue touch
her there, but only for a moment. As his lips and tongue touched and explored she
became too lost in the sensations to feel anything like embarrassed. His fingers
spread the lips of her pussy and his tongue traced the inside of her pussy from the
entrance to the quivering bud of her clitoris. She was so sensitive there and he
seemed to know that. He traced and licked, sucked and nipped but never stayed for
more than a second at her clit.
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
She could feel the wool of the blanket under her bare thighs. The night sky was
beautiful above them and it was only natural when Dante rolled over to fill her
vision with only him.
“Isn’t it beautiful,” Phoebe whispered nervous and anxious at the same time. She
knew what was coming, had been anticipating it since they had first started dating.
“Yes, you are,” he replied and leaned down to kiss her softly on the mouth. His
hand went to her waist where her shirt didn’t quite meet her skirt and he traced the
exposed skin there bringing tingles to her flesh. “I want to touch you Phoebe,” he
breathed as he kissed a trail to her ear. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” she breathed wanting the same.
His hand crept higher slipping beneath the shirt until he reached the bottom of her
bra and began to trace around it. His lips were on her shoulder now and she didn’t
know what to do with her hands. Should she grab him and hold onto him? Should
she cling to the blanket? What the hell was her role in all this, other than to feel the
complete pleasure he was giving her? She had never been with anyone before and
she wasn’t quite sure of herself.
She felt both of his hands at the hem of her shirt lifting it up and she arched her
back to help him. He lifted it off her until she lay before him with just her bra
covering her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he whispered again and bent to lick at the top curves that the bra left
uncovered. She shivered in pleasure. She could feel his erection beneath the jeans
he was wearing where he rested against the outside of her thigh. He was big and
hard and she was a little nervous about the pain that she knew accompanied the
first time a girl had sex.
But it was hard to remember what she had heard it would be like when her senses
were filled with Dante and what he was doing. He unsnapped the front clasp of her
bra and she was exposed to him and the cool night air. Her nipples were tight and
achy and she just wanted his touch. She watched as Dante’s head lowered, watched
his tongue reach out and caress the tip of one breast. Her cry filled the air around
them and seemed to ignite something in Dante. He wrapped his lips around her
nipple and sucked greedily from it. She was arching and moaning her hands no
longer useless as they clutched in his hair.
Back and forth he went between her breasts showering both with attention until she
could feel the ache building between her thighs. She shifted her legs restlessly and
moaned again. Was it supposed to feel this good?
His lips moved away and no matter how hard she tried to hold him to her breasts he
moved down over her stomach and kissed and sucked at her flesh there. He took
her hands from his hair and moved them to her breasts.
“Touch yourself, Phoebe,” he told her. “Just do what feels good and I’m going to
continue tasting just how sweet you are.”
Did women really do that? Touch themselves while with a man? She felt his strong
fingers reach under her skirt and grip the hem of her panties. She lifted her hips for
him and then they were down and off. He moved so that he lay between her spread
thighs and she was grateful for the dark night that surrounded them. He lifted her
skirt and exposed her pussy to his eyes and the moonlight.
“You smell so delicious,” he moaned and bent his head.
Thank God she didn’t smell bad. She was mortified when she felt his tongue touch
her there, but only for a moment. As his lips and tongue touched and explored she
became too lost in the sensations to feel anything like embarrassed. His fingers
spread the lips of her pussy and his tongue traced the inside of her pussy from the
entrance to the quivering bud of her clitoris. She was so sensitive there and he
seemed to know that. He traced and licked, sucked and nipped but never stayed for
more than a second at her clit.