Say You Want Me
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is my entry for Day 14 of my 31 Day Challenge: “Say you want me.” “Say you need me.” “Say you love me.” and it took me a while to get it to co-operate (which is one of the reasons it’s late), but I finally did, thanks to this amazing DJ Cotrona gif. This is part of the “Path Least Expected” series.
Pairing- Dante/Eleanor (MC/Other)
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Eleanor interrupts her husband’s workout and then gets a workout of her own.
Words- 998
Eleanor entered her apartment and dropped her purse, calling out, “Dante, I’m home.”
There was no answer, though. She frowned. Where was he? The apartment was incredibly silent, which was odd since Dante had said he’d be working from home today. Though obviously, something might have come up, still she’d assumed he would have texted had that been the case.
Eleanor put her bag down and decided to explore, as she walked down the hall, she heard some sounds coming from the home gym and she realized he must be in there, which made sense since Dante was very diligent about his workout routine.
She opened the door and peered inside and sure enough, there was her husband, wearing nothing but a pair of black athletic pants, doing chin-ups. He had headphones on and was concentrating, totally unaware of her presence. Eleanor decided to take advantage of the opportunity to just watch him.
Damn, he was gorgeous and that body… She let out a sigh as she stared at his hard, muscular body, remembering how it felt against hers. She was so caught up in the sight of him that she didn’t notice when he stopped working out and became aware that she was there.
“Like what you see?” The question, asked in a low voice, jolted her out of her reverie.
“Yeah, I do,” Eleanor said, stepping forward. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Not at all,” Dante told her, stepping towards her. “Because I happen to like what I see too.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him and then kissed her hungrily.
Eleanor kissed him back eagerly, not caring that he was covered in sweat and she was wearing a nice dress. All she cared about was Dante.
He obviously felt the same way, because he quickly maneuvered them towards the wall, pinning her against it as he continued to kiss her.
“You are so sexy,” Eleanor told him, running her hands over his chest. “And you are mine.”
“I am,” Dante agreed, as he kissed her neck, his facial hair creating a pleasant friction against her skin, “mind, body, and soul.” He tugged down the zipper of her dress and then pushed it off her body, then did the same with her bra and underwear. “What about you?” He asked as his hands caressed her bare curves.
“What about me?” Eleanor asked breathlessly, arching into his touch.
“Are you mine?” Dante asked, his hand slipping between her thighs and teasing her.
“I am,” Eleanor gasped as he slipped one of his fingers inside of her and then another. “I’m yours.”
“Say you want me,” Dante ordered, keeping his fingers at a slow, rhythmic pace meant to tease.
“I want you,” Eleanor assured him, thrusting her hips forward impatiently. Dante sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers in and out of her as his hard body pinned her to the wall and his mouth explored hers.
Eleanor grasped his shoulders, she was soooo close and then suddenly he stilled his fingers again. “Dante,” she whined, whimpering as he removed his hand entirely.
“Say you need me,” Dante instructed, his face hovering above hers, his dark eyes boring into hers.
“I need you,” Eleanor panted, reaching impatiently for the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and she took him in her hands, massaging him. “So much.”
She gazed up at him, wondering if her gaze conveyed just how much she wanted and needed him. Maybe it did because Dante’s hand covered her wrist, removing it and then his hands were on her hips hoisting her up slightly before slamming into her.
Eleanor welcomed him eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching her hips into him. “Dante!” She screamed as she reached her peak.
He continued to thrust into her, fucking her through the wave of her orgasm. It had barely receded when Eleanor felt herself getting close again.
Just then, Dante stilled again, keeping her pinned against the wall and staring into her eyes. “Say you love me,” he pleaded.
“I love you,” Eleanor cried, “so, so much.”
Dante immediately sped up his pace, thrusting into her with an intensity that left her breathless. “I want you so much,” he whispered against her skin, “I need you more than I ever imagined needing anyone,” his eyes met her, “and I love you with all my heart.”
His words had a magic effect on them both and as he gave another powerful thrust, they both fell over the edge. Eleanor clung to him as he spilled himself inside of her. Dante rested his hands against the wall, obviously trying to catch his breath and then he helped her to her feet.
“That was intense,” Eleanor commented as she reached for bra and underwear. She didn’t bother with her dress, as she would have changed anyway.
“Do you object?” Dante asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Never,” Eleanor assured him, leaning against him. She loved how intense Dante could get, how commanding. It turned out, it was just what she needed. Dante knew when to be sweet, soothing her insecurities, but also knew when to take control and take her breath away.
“You’re all sweaty,” she pointed out after a moment.
“So are you,” he commented and then grinned, “I guess we should do something about that.”
Before she could react, Dante swung her up into his arms and towards the attached bathroom. Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into his embrace, ready for round two and for just more of being with him.
That was what life with Dante was like, a constant whirlwind of excitement and wanting, never being able to get enough of each other and always knowing exactly what the other needed. She knew there would never be a day when she didn’t want, need, and love him more than she could ever put into words.
- End
