Broken Hart (The Hart Family) (26 page)

Catching me by surprise, he pushes my back up against the glass.  “Spread your legs and stand as still as you can Rina.”

I nod my agreement to let him know that I understand his request and then do as he said.

Bending forward, he pulls the cups of my bra down so that they are now pushing my breasts up but are no longer covering them.  Smiling at the sight, he bends and begins my licking and sucking my right nipple.  It feels so good, and the pleasure only gets better when he starts palming and rubbing my other breast.

Pushing my tits as close together as he can, he starts sucking back and forth between my nipples as I arch and moan incoherently.  Taking one nipple at a time in to his mouth, he gently bites down on each one and chuckles as I shiver from the sensation.

Trailing his tongue from my nipples, he drops to his knees in front of me and makes his way to my already wet core.

Looking up at me, he grins.  “Aw baby.  Your pussy is already so fucking wet that I can see your juices sliding out on to your thighs.  Do you think you can even last five minutes before you cum?”

Shaking my head at him, I grab his hair and pull him towards my aching sex.  “Honestly, even if you only sit there and look at me like you are now, I’ll probably cum in the next four minutes.”

I feel the groan that he lets out from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.  “Oh honey, I think the idea that you would make it for four minutes is
very
optimistic,” he says as he slides his finger in to my dripping core and begins flicking my clit with his tongue.

Putting both hands up to my breasts, I start working my nipples in time with his licking.  I love looking down and seeing his face between my legs, working my pussy under his tongue with such skill.

Slipping a second finger inside of me, he begins fucking in and out of me fast and furious with a twisting motion which is making me breathless.  “Fuck Dante that’s so good.”

Nodding his head in agreement, he latches on to my clit and sucks it in to his mouth, and that’s all it takes for me to hit my orgasm, arching and panting as his fingers keep fucking and twisting inside of me.

Giving my clit one last lick, he stands up between my legs.  “Under two minutes.  God I fucking love how responsive you are.”

Grabbing my shoulders, he spins me around and pushes me against the glass.  “Spread your legs as wide as you can baby.  We're going to do this right."

I quickly comply, moaning as my rock hard nipples make contact with
the glass.  It feels damn good.
His cock is rubbing all over my ass and I can feel him spreading his pre cum around my cheeks.  Ga
sping, I rub against the glass. 
Pulling my hips back toward him, he pushes in to me, the slowness of his first thrust seeming to go on and on. 

His slow measured thrusts in and out are mind meltingly good.  I love the way his thick cock spreads me to capacity, almost to the point of pain.  It’s like he was built for me and I for him, and I love it.  When he’s fully inside of me, I feel it in every fiber of my being.

With each thrust, he’s starting to pick up his pace.  I wiggle my ass a little and moan, reveling in his harsh exhalation.  “Dante, fuck my little pussy harder and make me cum all over your giant cock.  I want you to fill me up with your hot white cum.”

I’ve found out during the last several months that he absolutely loves it when I talk dirty to him, and it works like a charm because he’s now really throwing himself in to fucking me hard and fast.

“Fuck Sabrina.  You’re so fucking amazing every time.  Clamp that hot pussy down on my cock and milk me.  I’m about to flood you with my cum baby.”

I cum with a cry as he continues fucking me senseless.  My orgasm is just ending when he slams in to me and gets as deep inside of me as he can before his cum starts blasting in to my womb.

When he pulls back, I groan in annoyance at the anticipation of the loss of him inside of me.  The groan quickly turns to a gasp as he slams back inside and his finger starts rubbing my clit as he fucks his way in and out while he cums.  The sensation of being fucked, filled and fingered throws me over the edge and I cum again with a silent scream.

We stand like that for a few minutes, my body pressed against the glass, his body pressed against mine.  Kissing my shoulder, he pulls out of me in one smooth movement, then turns me in to his arms and kisses the top of my head as we stand in a quiet embrace. 

After a few minutes, he pulls back.  “You ready to go home and get something to eat before we start round two?”

Laughing, I pinch his ass.  “I’m ready.  I need to go home first and throw some laundry in so that it’s ready to go in to the dryer when I get back tonight.”

The sudden tension in him surprises me, and I pull back and raise an eyebrow at him.  “What’s wrong?”

Running his hands through his hair, he shifts back and forth for a minute before blurting out, “I don’t want you to go home.”

Smiling, I give him a quick kiss before turning to get dressed.  “That’s fine.  I’ll go home tomorrow or Sunday.  It’s no big deal.”

Zipping my skirt up and turning back to him, I find him still standing in the same spot, looking uncomfortable.  Making my way back over to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and give him a kiss on the chest before I look up at him and ask, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Pulling out of my grasp, he walks across the room and starts dressing.  A feeling of dread blossoms in my stomach at his silence.  He’s unhappy about something, and he’s gone silent.  I really thought we were past this.

Staring at his back as he dresses, I find myself struggling not to cry.  Things were going so well.  Why is he suddenly anxious?

I need out of this room, now.  All but sprinting, I head back to my desk under the guise of getting my purse.  Standing behind my desk, I hold my hand against my stomach as I try to calm my breathing and my racing heartbeat.

I’m trying so hard to calm myself that I don’t hear know that he’s entered the outer office until he says, “Sabrina.  Please look at me.”

Dropping my hand from my stomach, I turn and face him and mentally brace myself for him to tell me that he needs space.

Taking my hand, he opens my palm and places a kiss in the center.  “Baby, I’m sorry.  I didn’t handle that very well.  What I was trying to say was… I don’t want you to go home at all.  I want you to move in with me.  And not some half assed thing, I want the real deal.  I want you to change your driver’s license and voter registration.  My house will become ours, unless you’d rather we found another house.  I’m going to try to understand if you don’t want to… but I hate the idea of living separately any longer.  You only go home two nights a week at most.  I know it shouldn’t be a problem, but it fucking kills me.  I can’t sleep without you and I’m miserable.  What do you think?”

My mouth is agape and I am completely blown away.  This is a huge step for him, gigantic actually.  I’m so shocked, I continue staring at him for longer than it would seem he can take, and my heart twists when his eyes turn sad and hopeless.

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him hard on the mouth before pulling back to answer his question.  “Yes.  Of course yes.  I want to be with you all the time too.  The only no part of what you asked is that I don’t want to find another house.  I love your house, and that’s where we will live.”

Pulling me closer against him, he captures my mouth in a deep kiss that leaves me breathless and tingly all over.  Letting me go, he smiles at me.  “You’ve just made my year, but if you ever call it my house again I’m going to spank you.  From now on, it’s our house.”

Both laughing, we leave the office and make our way out of the office.  We’ve been driving in together every day for months, so I climb in to the passenger seat so he can drive us home. 

Grabbing the iPod, he chooses his Alice in Chains playlist before putting the car in gear and starting the drive home.  Wow, home, where we’re going to live… together.  I’m almost giddy with joy.

We spend the next day and half at home.  We swim, we cook, we watch movies and we make love.  All in all an amazing weekend. 

Sunday afternoon is here before we know it, and late in the afternoon we pull ourselves from bed and head to the kitchen together to get ready for family dinner.

He's busy seasoning the chicken and steak for the grill while I’m slicing fruit for fruit salad when Brooke comes in.  Laying her potato salad on the counter, she hugs and kisses us both. 

“Rina, I hope you don’t mind but I just went to the house and borrowed a few pairs of your shoes for my internship this week.  There was a ton of mail in the box, so I left it on the counter for you.  Haven’t you been going home at all?”

Before I can answer her, Damien and Spencer show up, Dominique and Delilah right behind them.  Delilah has homemade macaroni and cheese, Dominique has pigs in a blanket, Spencer's brought corn on the cob and Damien’s got wings.  I’m momentarily waylaid from answering her as we all hug and kiss and say our hellos.

Pulling me up against him so that my back is against his front, Dante wraps his arms around me and then asks for everyone to listen to him.

“Now that you’re all here, I’ve got an announcement to make.  Sabrina is officially moving in with me, effective immediately.  So from now on, this isn’t my house anymore.  It’s ours.”

The look on their faces is priceless, each of them in various stages of jaw dropped shock. 

Quickly regaining composure, they all smile and offer congratulations.  Gesturing to his brother Damien says, “Wow bro.  When you jump in, you jump in.  I’m… a little envious actually.  Good for you.  Don’t fuck it up.”

Dominique and Delilah are happy that we worked everything out and ask me if I’ll be redecorating at all, which I won’t be.  I like the house as is.

Spencer echoes what Damien said, but adds that he always knew that I w
as a force to be reckoned with.
Brooke’s the lone holdout.  Once she’s hugged us both, she’s largely silent until Dante asks her what’s wrong.

Fidgeting, she shakes her head.  “Well.  Nothing is wrong.  But… it’s the house we lived in with my parents and I guess I’m sad to see it go.”

Crossing the kitchen, I pull my sister in to a hug.  “Oh, Brooke...  I’d never sell the house without talking to you first.  Actually, I was going to suggest that you move in, either with your current roommates or new ones.  The house is paid off and you wouldn’t have to pay for anything other than the utilities.”

I feel all her tension melt away, and she hugs me back hard as she laughs.  “Well now I feel silly.  Of course you wouldn’t just sell the house.  I guess I panicked.  Now that I’m doing being an idiot, you should know that I’m excited for you both.  It’s written all over your faces that you’re both ridiculously happy.  Good work you two!”