Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore by Kaitlin Maitland

at the moment, she needed to be naked.
    She was already topless from her dance at the congressman’s party. Dante dislodged the sheer material of her skirt from beneath her hips and tossed it to the floor. With that done, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her bare body.
    She really was exquisite. Her hair had come mostly undone, the mussed blonde tresses spread across the pillows. Her breasts were softly rounded and topped with pale areolas and the most perfect pink nipples.
    Lowering his head, Dante used the flat of his tongue against first one and then the other. She made a sound of surprise before pushing against the contact to beg for more.
    “Do you like that?”
    “That’s just a tease. I like it better when you suck.”
    He laughed. She definitely had a saucy personality. Latching on to her right nipple, he took it between his teeth briefly before suckling hard. She buried her fingers in his hair, scraping her nails along his scalp and whimpering as he increased the pressure.
    He let go with a soft pop . “Better?”
    “Sure, except that it makes me unbelievably horny.”
    “Is that right?” He put one hand on her belly, slipping it down over her sensitive skin to her mound. “Should I see how horny you are?”
    Her legs fell open in response, her gaze begging him to touch her. Dante fought back the urge to mount her and sink his cock to the hilt. Instead, he slid two fingers into her wet slit. He wondered how wet she’d been earlier. “Did Jericho use a condom?”
    “No.”
    Dante’s desire burst into flames. He curled his fingers into her creamy fluids, imagining that he was delving into the mingled juices of both his lovers, the remnants of their passion left to fuel his own. “Fuck. Please stroke my cock. I’m so hard I’m about to lose myself here and now.”
    “Does it turn you on that Jericho fucked me without protection?”
    “Yes.”
    She palmed his cock through the soft pants. “Can I take these off? I want to feel your skin next to mine.”
    He grappled with his pants, pushing them down over his hips while she wrestled his T-shirt over his head. When he was naked, she began to pump his cock, mimicking the motions he had used on Jericho the night before. “So for you, it doesn’t matter if it’s a woman who does this or a guy?”
    “It matters.” How did she expect him to be coherent enough for speech with her hot little hand on his shaft? “There has to be a connection. I don’t want a random stranger’s hand on my dick.”
    She laughed right before she lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth. Dante groaned, fighting the urge to spend his seed. Her tongue was hot and wet. She used it to draw patterns against his skin. Around the head, down the shaft, she sucked and tugged his aroused flesh.
    She was on her knees beside him. He rolled to his side, forcing her to move with him. The new position gave him access to her body. He lifted her leg over his shoulder, baring her pussy. The narrow strip of golden curls was damp with her cream. Spreading her lips, he nuzzled her sensitive flesh. The taste of her sweet juices stimulated him past the point of pain. Jericho had come inside her body, marking her with his essence just as Dante intended to do.
    Dante found her clit with his tongue, licking in quick movements until her pussy began to tremble. His cock slipped from the warmth of her mouth, and she cried out when she came. He continued his assault on her pussy, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could.
    “Don’t you want to fuck me, Dante?”
    Did he want to fuck her? He got to his knees and rolled her onto her back. Picking up her calves, he cradled them in his arms to keep her legs spread wide. But before he could penetrate her body, he needed permission. “Do you want me to use protection?”
    Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. “Do you need to?”
    Dante thought of every possible meaning for her words. Was he afraid of giving her a disease? No. He was