DANTE

Her dress had a high slit up the side, and I slipped my hand under her dress and touched the lace covering her pussy ever so lightly.

"Savannah, I'm going to reassure you with my words one more time, then I'm going to let my fingers, and my lips, and everything else reassure you. I want you."

"But I'm inexperienced. I'm worried I won't please you."

I skimmed my lips over her now-exposed pink nipple, a sight so gorgeous that I could barely see straight. "You've already pleased me, more than you'll ever know. And, yes, I'm going to teach you everything, tesoro. I'll teach you how to give me pleasure"—I took her hand and put it between my legs, pressing her palm into my dick—"and receive pleasure from me."

She shuddered in my arms. I swallowed, my mouth moist from the urge to lick and suckle her breast with stark hunger. There would be time for that. Now was the moment for a proper seduction.

I took my hand from under her skirt and with my index finger only, slid the other strap off the other shoulder, so Savannah's other breast was also exposed. I brushed a soft kiss on her lips. I eased away from her mouth, and forked my fingers through her hair, allowing the red waves to cascade over her pale shoulders.

Slowly, I traced a finger down her lips, down her chin, over her neck and in between the valley of her breasts, then circled one of her hard nipples until she shivered again.

It took all of my willpower not to throw her on the bed and fuck her, because she was so beautiful. But I'd promised myself, and more importantly, her, that this time would be better. Longer. Perfect. And it was a delicious torture, undressing this girl slowly, watching her breath quicken and the skin of her chest redden in excitement.

"Such a willing student." I lightly bit her shoulder as I caressed her stomach.

But when she lifted a slender hand to stroke my face, to gracefully brush her thumb over my bottom lip, I knew I was in trouble. When had a woman touched me with such intimacy, such caring? The women I normally bedded knew the game. They slept with me for bragging rights, a gift, a wild weekend of craziness.

This was different. Savannah was different. She had no expectations, and that made what we were about to do so much more erotic. And fraught with emotion, too.

"Stand up," I commanded. When she did, I eased her flowy dress down her hips. My need raged as I leaned forward to kiss the soft, pale skin of her stomach, near the lace top of her panties. She gasped as I ran my tongue above the fabric. I looked up and was astonished to watch her hook the sides of her pale pink panties in her thumbs, then slowly ease them down.

Now it was my turn to groan as I stroked the curve of her waist and hips, taking in the thatch of red curls between her legs. I ached with overwhelming, rock-solid need, wanted to feel her, be inside of her. But I had to take my time, dammit.

"This is why I preferred to do this here, while the sun was setting, instead of a dark club." I skimmed my fingers over the wet seam of her sex with my fingertip. "You're too beautiful to hide in the dark."

I explored her slowly with my fingers. She was getting wetter by the second and I licked one of my fingers and groaned. She shifted her legs apart and I leaned forward, grasping at her hips. I gently guided one of her legs to a bent position so her foot was flat on the mattress. So she was more exposed to me.

"Belissima..." I said, spreading her pink lips apart.

When my tongue made contact with her skin, she grasped the back of my head and pressed herself into my mouth. Unlike when I'd devoured her in the club, now I took my time, savoring every drop of her. God, she was delicious. I felt her leg muscles trembling, and looked up. With a single, sweeping motion, I lifted her and placed her in the middle of the bed.

"Unbutton my shirt. Slow. Take your time." I leaned over her and saw her hands quake as she undressed me, then she slid my shirt over my shoulders and arms, allowing it to drop to the floor.

"Now, my pants." I sat up on my knees and she sat up, too. To my surprise, she eagerly kissed me fiercely, then trailed her lips softly down my throat, over my collarbone, down my chest and lower, pausing to nibble and kiss my stomach while on all fours. I skimmed a hand down her back and into her ass.

Then she untied the drawstring of my linen pants. She slipped them over my hips and grinned a little when she realized I wasn't wearing underwear. This was now perfect, us naked, with nowhere to be and days to explore each other.

She stared at my cock, wide-eyed as if transfixed, and I'd never felt so powerful. Not even after winning the biggest championship in motorsports four times. The look on Savannah's face made me feel virile, hypermasculine.

"Before me, had you ever seen a man's—"

She cut me off. "No."

I leaned down to kiss her slow and took her hand in mine. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, I moved her hand up and down, then closed my eyes and groaned. Her touch was incredible.

When I opened my eyes, I studied her face as she jerked me off. Her expression was one of carnal need, curiosity and vulnerability. Dio, the combination was stunning.

"Will you lie on your back? So I can explore you?" I asked, mussing her hair and grinning.

She shook her head. "No, I want to explore you."

"Such an eager student." I eased onto my back, enjoying the view of her sexy curves.

She caged me with her arms and kissed down my chest, her long hair tickling my skin. She wrapped her hand around my erection and tugged gently, then paused as her bottom lip was poised to caress the sensitive part of my head.

"Tell me what to do," she murmured against my cock.

Shuddering in a breath, I grinned. "Um. Lick."

"Like this?" She ran her tongue up my shaft and I gasped.

"That's an excellent start. Uh, be careful of your teeth and um, pretend it's a gelato. Or a popsicle..."

The feeling of her wet mouth taking me in made me groan.

"Slow, amore. Slow. Don't gag. Just lick the head, get it wet. Yes, like that."

Her hair fell over half of her face and she shot me a seductive look. I groaned again as she stopped to stroke. When she spoke, her Southern accent was thicker and that made me even harder.

"You can grade me when I'm done, professore."

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