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Strangers on a Train - part 3
Dante’s hands are everywhere, exploring your body.
His touch sends sparks of pleasure through you.
His fingers dance along the curves of your waist, tracing over every inch of skin until they reach the hem of your top.
As he lifts it upwards, his lips find their way to your neck, kissing and sucking softly at first before leaving a trail of hickeys down your collarbone.
Every touch sends shivers coursing through your body, heightening your desire for him in ways you never thought possible.
“Oh Dante,” you moan as his fingers slide beneath the fabric of your bra, delicately teasing your nipples with a light touch.
Your back arches towards him, craving more contact and desperately seeking release from the overwhelming pleasure building within you.
His lips descend lower still, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin of your breasts before closing around one hardened nipple.
You gasp as he sucks, his teeth grazing your flesh gently but insistently.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer and holding him tightly against you.
“I want you, YN,” Dante murmurs against your skin, his words making you shiver with anticipation.
The way he says your name sends a thrill through you, coupled with the intensity of his desire as he devours every inch of your body.
As if the words had unleashed something within him, Dante’s touch becomes more urgent, more insistent.
He roughly shoves down your pants and underwear, leaving you exposed before him.
You can feel his eyes on you, roaming over every inch of skin.
The fire burning in his gaze is almost unbearable, but it only serves to stoke the flames of desire within you further.
Dante’s lips trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
You gasp, your fingers digging into his back as he slowly starts to undress you, his actions slow and deliberate.
Every touch is calculated, designed to drive you wild with anticipation and longing for more.
The fabric of your clothing slides off your body in a sensual dance, leaving you completely vulnerable before him.
There’s a hunger in Dante’s eyes as he studies the curves of your body, his hands exploring every inch of you with reverence and lust.
It’s as if he can’t get enough of you, needing to touch and taste every part of your being.
The thought sends a rush of desire through you, making it harder to breathe as the anticipation builds within you.
Dante’s lips are on your bare skin now, his hands exploring every inch of you.
You’re lost in the sensation, in him.
His touch is both tender and demanding, a combination that leaves you breathless and aching for more.
As he kisses his way down your body, his fingers slide between your legs, teasing the soft folds of your pussy with feather-light caresses.
“Oh fuck,” you moan as Dante’s lips close around your clit, suckling gently while his fingers explore deeper within you.
The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but you can’t get enough of him - the feel of his mouth on your sensitive flesh, the way his tongue flicks against your swollen nub, driving you closer and closer to the edge of release.
Dante’s fingers slide in and out of you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, stretching and teasing as he works you towards orgasm.
You’re lost in the sensation, completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through your body.
Your hips buck against his mouth, seeking more contact, more friction, desperate to be filled by him in every way possible.
“You’re so beautiful, YN,” Dante whispers, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you squirm beneath him.
The compliment sends a new wave of pleasure through your body, making it harder than ever to resist the oncoming orgasm.
You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, ready to plummet into an abyss of pure ecstasy at any moment.
Dante’s lips and fingers work together in perfect harmony, driving you higher and higher until you’re crying out his name with each thrust, desperate for release.
But just as you are about to tip over the edge, Dante pulls back, leaving you panting and frustrated, hanging on the precipice of pleasure without fulfillment.
“Not yet,” he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
“I want to feel you come apart in my arms, to watch as I drive you wild with pleasure.” His words send a fresh wave of desire through you, and all thoughts of frustration are replaced by an insatiable need for more of him - more touch, more kisses, more of that delicious torture he inflicts upon your body.
And so the dance continues - Dante’s lips and fingers playing your body like a finely tuned instrument, keeping you on the edge without allowing you to fall over.
You are completely under his spell now, lost in the sensations he creates within you as he drives you closer and closer to that ever-elusive orgasm.
The world around you fades away - there is only Dante’s touch, his words of desire, and the building pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.
You are at his mercy now, completely under his control as he guides you through this intense journey of passion and lust.
As the night stretches on, your body arches and trembles beneath him, seeking release from the exquisite torture he inflicts upon you.
And when you finally reach that point - when Dante’s lips and fingers work their magic one last time, sending you soaring over the edge into a shattering orgasm - you know there will be no turning back.
You are his now, completely and utterly consumed by this passionate affair that shows no signs of slowing down.
‘Dante…’ you moan, your body arching against his.
He answers with a growl, his movements becoming more fervent.
Dante’s lips are on your neck, his hands on your hips, guiding you.
You’re close, so close.
With a final gasp, you surrender to the pleasure, Dante following you into oblivion.
As you lay there, panting and spent, Dante pulls you into his arms.
‘That was…
amazing, YN,’ he murmurs.
You’re on the edge, Dante’s body moving against yours.
Every touch, every kiss has you spiraling, your senses overwhelmed with pleasure.
You can feel your pussy throbbing, aching for release as his fingers explore your folds, teasing and stroking.
Each thrust of his cock rubs against that sensitive spot inside you, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.
“Dante…” you moan again, your voice husky with desire, encouraging him to take you even deeper.
He answers with a growl, a low rumble in the back of his throat that sends shivers down your spine.
His movements become more fervent, each thrust harder and faster as he loses himself in the heat between you.
Dante’s lips find their way to your neck, kissing and sucking softly at first before leaving a trail of hickeys along your skin.
The sensation sends electric shocks straight to your core, intensifying the fire burning within you.
His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you in rhythm with his thrusts as he moves you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
You’re so close now, your breath coming in short gasps as every nerve ending in your body screams for release.
Dante speeds up his pace even more, his hips slapping against yours with a feral intensity that drives you wild.
You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, his own arousal becoming unbearable as he pushes you both towards the brink of ecstasy.
With a final gasp, you surrender to the pleasure, your body convulsing around Dante’s as waves of orgasmic bliss wash over you.
You cry out his name, your voice hoarse with passion as you arch your back and clench around him in sheer ecstasy.
Dante follows you into oblivion, letting out a guttural groan as he comes inside you, hot cum spilling deep within your pussy.
You feel his cock pulsing, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body before finally collapsing on top of you in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
As you lay there, panting and spent, Dante pulls you into his arms.
“That was…
amazing, YN,” he murmurs softly against your neck, his voice thick with emotion and satisfaction.
You can’t help but smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of connection as you bask in the afterglow of shared passion.