all for you

it’s late into the night by the time they fall into bed together, clothes falling as hands and lips come into positions they’re familiar with.

with their pressed together, a practically inseparable tangle of passion, dante’s eyes trace kendall’s face for any hint of anything less than pleasure. or perhaps they’re glued in place so he can commit the way she looks, like his wildest dreams made flesh, to memory. the shape of her nose, the cupid’s bow that crowns her top lip, the same one that shot an arrow straight through his heart with near perfect aim.

her core drenched and ready, his cock prodding halfway inside of her waiting warmth while his body presses against hers. his eyes remain unmoving, brows furrowed, and her lips curl into a pleasured, easy smile.

“quit staring and kiss me, dante,” she teases, a moan slipping from her as he slips deeper, rocking his hips against her, prodding and pushing against spots only he has ever been.

“at least ask nicely,” he responds in kind, rocking his hips until another moan bubbles from her, body slackening against his broad chest.

he guess that works in place of a please, at least for now while the show is just getting started.