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stomach as, with a pause and a muttered groan, he pulled me onto his lap, and shoving up the folds of the too large shirt, he pulled the torrid peak of my nipple in between his lips, flicking and lathing it with his tongue until I cried out…wanting more… needing more, my untried body craving release, as re-positioning me, he pushed me against his cock, and as I squirmed and rubbed against him in my need, Dante surged upwards against the wet, soft heat of my pussy.
    Yet, even in his need he slowed, controlling his entrance, not allowing himself the release of plunging deeply within what he so obviously craved, and grasping me about the hips, he helped me to move on top of him, as, after the initial sting, I began a slow rocking motion against him as he taught and instructed with his hands and lips.
    The silky feel of his chest beneath my palms added to my heightened awareness, and bending forward, I licked at the salty sweat that had beaded upon his chest, rolling the moisture around on its tip as I absorbed his essence, feeling my breathing catch and hold as he worked further and deeper within me, every stroke a symphony of movement as our bodies danced together in tune to a shared beat, even as my body cried out for its release.
    Yet he allowed it no mercy, allowed it no quenching of its arousal, for he stilled within me, slightly banking the rioting desire, so that after a few seconds, I was capable of taking more, for as my mind and body cooled, he began again to instruct, to teach, to take me to that fine edge of insanity, as his body quivered in its own need, while our hands and lips flowed across each others bodies. Touching and acquainting one another with likes and dislikes until finally, with body jerking and cock pulsing, he grasped my waist as he jammed deeply inside with his climax, as at the same time I flew over the edge into my own.
    Slowly coming back to earth, I heard a small, emotion filled sound escape from between Dante’s lips as he uttered words that sounded as if they were spoken in some ancient, long forgotten language. Then, avoiding my eyes, he lifted me off his lap and gently sat me back onto the bench seat beside him, before turning to face the front of the truck, he stared out through the windshield. Then after a few seconds, he gripped the door handle of the driver’s door and pushed it open.               Still without a word, he tugged me from the seat, as grabbing my clothes from the floorboard, he  shoved them into my hands, then with both of us as naked as when we came into this world, he drug me to the porch, where pulling me close, he softly kissed the top of my head, before sucking in a harsh breath that somehow sounded tortured, he pushed me away and turned his back to me, practically running to his truck, where slamming the driver’s door shut behind him , he took off as if he'd just danced with the devil.
    The next morning I found my nerves stretched to their limit, as I was uncertain of what I was going to say to Dante when I saw him.
    However, it was an uncertainty I needn’t have had, for he didn’t appear that morning, or the next, nor for that matter, the one after that. In fact, it would turn out to be six, long tortures months before I was to see him again.

Chapter 5
    Present day, 2010
     
    Several hours had passed since my sojourn into the past, and I now had my head buried inside my washer. I was wrestling with a sock that had gotten wrapped around the bottom of the spindle, and after quite a lot of tugging, and a few hearty cuss words, the sock finally let loose, causing me to let out a yelp as my head banged against the tub of the washer at its sudden release.
    Rubbing at the tender spot, I glared at the offending sock, almost tempted to toss the damn thing in the trash. However, as it was still in good condition, I stuffed back the inclination and threw it in the dryer with its mate, then slamming the dryer door shut, I set the timer and started it to