“Yes, Dante,” I say again, knowing that me saying his name is going to push him over the edge, and it does.

“You know I missed your little moans.” His fingers continue to circle me, bringing me closer.

“I missed your growls.”

“I missed your cooking.” I smile then; he really wants me to make tiramisu.

“I missed our talks.”

He pushed his fingers inside of me, and my breath hitches. I lean back, my back arching slightly as I let out a moan.

“Fuck it,” he says as he leans over and lays me back onto the bed, getting on his knees on the floor beside me. His hands trace down my body until they reach my underwear, and he pulls them down my legs.

“It’s been too fucking long since I have had my mouth on you. You need to be quiet because I wasn't planning on doing this right now, especially with Maria and Leo awake and moving about downstairs, but I can’t wait a fucking second longer.” Pure carnal desire etches onto his face as he grabs my legs and pulls me toward him, pushing his mouth onto me.

“Ohhh God…” I moan at the sudden contact, my hands immediately going to the back of his head. He grabs my legs and throws them over each shoulder, his hands resting on my hips and his fingers opening me up for him.

“Dante… Oh God.. Dante...” I pant out at his veracity and appetite for me. Like I am his last meal.

I look down at him and see him watching me. “I have been fucking dreaming of tasting you for days. Fucking perfect, Bella,” he groans out before getting back to his task. Clearly, only hugging and kissing as advised by the doctor has reached its limit.

My hands thread into his hair as my hips begin to move. It has been weeks since I was with him last, and I have missed him just as much as he appears to have missed me.

“I’m… I’m…” I can’t even talk as my back arches, and I grip his hair tight as my orgasm washes over me. My hips rocking against his face, he doesn’t release me, but slows his tongue as I catch my breath.

“I could fucking die happy right here in your sweet pussy, Bella.” I blush a little, still not quite used to the way he talks about me. He grins before sitting back and rubbing my legs, ensuring that I am warm. “I promise that is just the appetizer, Bella. I will keep main course and dessert for later.” He winks, then pulls my legs back into the bed, fluffing my pillow and covering me with the blankets.

Just as he stands, I think he is about to leave, but he actually jumps in beside me, fully clothed, and pulls me toward him, his nose once again in my neck.