Caresses. Someone was smoothing a hand over her belly and breasts. By sheer force of will, Cherry pried her eyes open. Dante stared down at her, drowsy and hot with desire. Cherry slapped his hand away.

“I’m not a morning person.”

“Learn to adapt,” he grunted, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Then he went back to caressing her. Maybe he didn’t believe her.

“Get it straight. I do not do mornings. Back off.”

He leaned down until his nose was touching hers and said, “No.”

Cherry growled. “Ever see the movie The Exorcist?”

“I think everyone’s seen that movie. Why?”

“The little girl, Regan I think, was a gentle lamb compared to me first thing in the morning. Now, get your horny ass off me so I can get back to sleep.” Then she flipped over, facing away from him, pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes.

She heard him chuckle, then she felt his hands coasting over her butt cheeks. Clearly the man had a real hard time with the word no.

“Go away, Dante!”

His hands kept right on moving as he replied, “Not a chance, baby.”

Maybe she should kick him or something. She was thinking of how best to get rid of him, when his questing fingers found their way over her clitoris. Suddenly, she wasn’t so tired anymore. As he wriggled a finger in between her swollen labia, wringing a small moan from her, Dante softly sighed and positioned his body against her back. He’d won again. She was forever letting him win. What was wrong with her?

With his chest against her back, Cherry could feel his morning erection. Does the man never get enough? She’d never be able to keep up with him!

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not with you lying next to me I’m not.”

“Gee, that’s real sweet, but I’m tired.” Her body wasn’t used to so much activity and as he pushed two fingers into her, she also realized she was a little sore. “Besides, I’m too tender at the moment.”

Instantly Dante stopped his explorations and pulled his fingers free. He nudged her shoulder, forcing her to turn and look at him. He looked concerned, his brows creased into a worried frown.

“Was I too rough, baby?”

His concern went straight to her core. He kept doing that. Shocking her with his kindness. It was disconcerting. “Not too rough. I’m just not used to so much…activity.”

He leaned over her and kissed her. It was so brief, so gentle, Cherry wanted to scream for him to come back and do it up right, but she never got the chance. Suddenly he was leaving the bed and heading toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“Relax. I’ll be right back.”

Who was she to complain? Cherry closed her eyes and was nearly asleep by the time she heard Dante come back. She opened one eye and peeked as her curiosity got the better of her. He had a towel hanging around his neck and a bottle in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“The cherry flavored oil I told you about.” Ah, now this she could totally get into. “Scooch over and lie on your tummy. Your Master wishes to soothe your aches and pains.”

God, why had she let him talk her into the Master thing? She’d never played the submissive before. Heck, Brody hadn’t done any playing in bed at all. Their sex life was all about getting him off. Her pleasure hadn’t been a real big concern. The prick. Dante was the exact opposite. He seemed determined to bring her to new heights each time he touched her. And he did have the most wicked imagination.

With the thought in mind to make what she could of their weekend, Cherry turned over and waited for Dante’s healing touch. She didn’t have to wait long. His gloriously nude body straddled her legs and warm, oiled hands rubbed her shoulder blades. Smooth, firm circular strokes, his rough palms giving just the right amount of friction. He eased his way over her spine, massaging each vertebrae carefully, before moving to the small of her back. He spent a great amount of time kneading the tiny indentations just above her buttocks. She groaned and sank into the mattress, her muscles going lax.

“That feels so good. You’re very skilled at this.”

“Mmm, I have reason to do this right.”

“What’s that?”

His fingers found their way over her left butt cheek and she felt him digging his fingers into her flesh, not too hard, but with enough pressure to have her muscles humming with gratification. “If I properly pamper you, then maybe you won’t be so sore anymore. And if you aren’t sore anymore, then maybe I can get you to play around.”

She laughed at his phrasing. “Play around?”

He kept kneading, moving to her other butt cheek, and then he positioned his big body lower and her thighs got a good rubdown. “Yeah, I want to play hide the salami.”

A laugh burst out. “You did not just say that!”

“Yep. I’ve got a big fat salami and no place to put it.”

As his clever hands made their way over her calves, Cherry surrendered. “With a massage like this, you could get me to do just about anything.”

Dante’s hands stilled for a moment, then he continued working his way down to her ankles and feet. “Careful what you say, baby. Words like those are dangerous. I’m the kind of man who would happily take advantage of such a statement.”

She didn’t say it aloud, but it was her opinion that all men were that way. Ruthless and willing to do whatever it took to get what they wanted. She pushed those maudlin thoughts aside and remembered her vow to enjoy the weekend.

He massaged each toe carefully, even got a few giggles out as he hit a particularly ticklish spot, then his hands released her feet and he moved to the side. “I’ve reached the end of the road. Turn over so I can start on the front.”

She turned, her body more sluggish then ever. He’d effectively relaxed nearly every muscle in her body. Amazing. Since she was a massage therapist, Cherry shouldn’t be so surprised at how good it felt to be pampered in such a way. But, it wasn’t very often that she was the recipient. Usually she came home sore from digging into people’s flesh all day long. It was nice to be the one taken care of for a change.

She watched while he squirted more of the fragrant oil onto his hands and rubbed them together, then straddled her again. Her heart sped up as she looked down at his jutting cock. Wow, he was big. She simply couldn’t get used to the sheer size of the man.

Fingers dug deep into her scalp and she let her eyes close once more. Her hair would be an oily mess, but she didn’t care. It felt too good. Every care, every worry fled at his healing touch.

“You’re beautiful in the morning, Cherry.”

Her eyes flew open at his sensual words. He was looking at her with so much blazing heat, she was robbed of breath. Her throat tightened. No man had ever looked at her like that before.

“Thank you, Dante.”

His fingers moved down to her temples. He gently massaged them as he continued his seduction. “I only speak the truth. Waking up next to you is a pleasure.”

She needed to inject some lightheartedness into the conversation or she was going to fall in love with him right then and there. And that was truly the most frightening idea yet.

“I hog the blankets.”

“I’m a walking furnace, you can have the blankets.”

What else could she say? He was an immovable object! As his talented hands moved over her face to her neck, she lost track of the conversation. Her eyelids became too heavy. His heated kiss against her pulse brought out a sigh of contentment. Large, calloused palms found their way to her shoulders and arms, totally bypassing her breasts. She would not beg for him to play with her nipples. Cherry refused to give him a bigger head than he already had.

“Stay still.”

On that soft command, her eyes flew open. “I am still.”

His smile was slow and intimate. “No. You were wiggling around.”

She refused to believe it. “Dream on.”

He didn’t dispute her, only took great care in stroking each of her fingertips, before moving to her belly. His palms roamed over her torso in little circles, up and down, barely grazing the undersides of her aching breasts. He was teasing her. The wicked gleam in his too-sexy eyes said it all. Cherry forced herself to stay still. It was a toss-up who would give in first.

As he moved his hands over her ribs, taking a good long time to massage each one, Cherry forgot about the game and a whimper escaped. In a heartbeat, Dante was there, drinking in her surrender with a kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth. He wasn’t asking for permission. She was helpless to deny him. Her body had long since decided for her. It was like standing a woman in front of a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Of course she was going to dive in!

His tongue played tag with hers, his lips soft but insistent as he drove her body into high gear. The hands he’d been so generously using to relax her were now flat against the mattress beside her head, holding her captive for his invasion. With his muscular torso pressed against her, Cherry knew he’d caged her in. No escape. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for an even deeper kiss. He groaned his approval and sucked her tongue into his mouth, as if wanting to gobble her up. Her legs opened and Dante pushed his heavy cock against her entrance. She lifted up, needing him to fill her, aching to feel his girth stretching her. He refused her, pulling away just enough to have her frowning.

“You’re sore.”

“I’ll live,” she muttered. “Come back here.”

He only shook his head, holding firm. “You need a few hours to recover, baby.” When she would have protested further, he placed two fingers against her lips. “It’s time for breakfast.”

Her eyes shot wide. “How can you think of food at a time like this?”

His gaze roved over her lips, watching in apparent fascination as his thumb stroked her lower lip. “Not food. You.”

Instantly, blood rushed from her head to her hot center and her clitoris pulsed in readiness.

“I wouldn’t mind being your breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” she admitted daringly. Then she dipped her tongue out and licked his thumb, excited and encouraged by Dante’s narrow-eyed gaze.

He slipped it between her lips and let her suck it. She closed her eyes and laved his salty skin, giving him a good idea of what she’d like to do to his other tasty parts. His lower body came into contact with hers again as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, rubbing his dripping length over her swollen labia and clit. When she swept her tongue over the tip of his thumb, Dante pulled it free of her lips and growled, “Such a little tease. I think you deserve a mouthful of cock.”

He lifted off her and turned over, laying on his back on the mattress, his head at the foot of the bed. Dante reached a hand to her and urged, “Climb on top of me, baby. I’m hungry and I want my Cherry on top.”

She wasn’t bold enough for this in the bright light of day. The sixty-nine was completely new to her. Her inner wallflower came to life and she froze.

He knew. Somehow, Dante knew she was fighting a bout of bashfulness and he took over, grasping her hips in his steady hands and pulling her onto his chest, positioning her just the way he wanted. Once she was flush against him, her mouth inches from his cock, her pussy in his face, Dante issued one more demand. “Be a good little slut and suck it.”

As if he’d flipped a switch, she was back there again. Last night’s adventure into dominance and submission came rushing back. She helplessly obeyed.

Levering herself with her right hand on Dante’s thigh, Cherry wrapped her other hand around the base of his length. He was so big, she couldn’t get a good grip. His skin was scorching hot and the veins traveling the length pumped with life. She dipped her head and kissed his wet tip. She tasted his salty fluid, inhaled his musky scent. Suddenly she was starved. Her lips parted, eyes closed, she took him into the wet cavern of her mouth, sucking strongly. She angled her head forward, opening her throat and took him deeper. His hips flexed beneath her, his stomach shuddered. She pulled him free and licked him up and down, tasting him like an ice-cream cone. That’s when she felt his tongue probing her entrance. She jolted at the contact and Dante’s arms wrapped around her middle, holding her still for his sensual torture.

“Mmm, cherries and pussy juice, my favorite blend,” he murmured, then he took her clit between his teeth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue. She slammed her hips against his face and drew his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in time with the thrust of his tongue into her tight channel. His arms loosened and she felt him coasting his hands over her oil-slick flesh, until he reached her ass. He parted her buttocks and probed her tight pucker with an oily finger. Cherry gasped at the shocking nature of what he was doing. He released her clit as his finger slipped into her anus. “All of you, Cherry. I own every inch of this beautiful body.”

She knew then. Dante was marking her. He wanted her to know that she was his territory now. Two could play that game.

Cherry slipped his cock out of her mouth and sucked on her finger, getting it good and wet, then she fondled his balls. He moaned his approval, even while he slid his finger in and out of her ass and ate her pussy as if starved. Rhythmically, she moved her hips up and down, increasing her own pleasure as she slid her finger beneath his heavy sac to his tight, puckered opening. When she dipped in and explored him in the way he’d done her, he went utterly motionless.

“Cherry,” he warned.

“All of you, Dante,” she countered. “I own every inch of this delicious body.” Then she drove her finger deep, clear to her knuckles.

Dante’s ass shot off the bed as he pushed against her face. “Fuck, baby.”

He went wild after that. Tongue-fucking her, his finger pumping in and out. Cherry moaned as she sucked on Dante. Her finger sliding all the way in, then she’d pull it out and do it all over. Soon, they were both reaching their peak. She pushed her finger in one more time and rubbed it along his inner wall. Dante shouted her name and flexed his hips, filling her mouth with his hot, creamy load. He flicked her clit one last time and pumped her ass hard and fast. Then it was her turn to scream as electricity shot through her body, forming a glorious ball at the very heart of her, muscles tightening while her body burst wide open. At once, her pussy flooded with wet heat and Dante licked her dry.

The little pulsing jolts lasted for an eternity and all the while Dante held her still, finger firmly imbedded in her tight opening. Once she went lax against his hard length, he pulled out of her and kissed her clit tenderly, worshiping her with words of approval. Eventually, he lifted her off him and laid her down on the bed, then he stood and said, “Come, baby. We’ll shower, then we can get some sustenance.”

Feeling ornery, she mumbled, “Nope. I’m full, thanks anyway.”

Dante laughed, then leaned down and lifted her into his arms. “And you were a very good little girl to drink every last drop,” he stated. He kissed her as he carried her to the bathroom, where they spent an hour exploring each other all over again.

Cherry had surely died and gone to heaven.