Chapter 116: 116 | The Last Hurdle[3]

'Mmm~ it feels so good...' Natasha bit her lip as sparks ran through her body from just his fingers on her shoulders. 'Just a touch and I'm already like this.'

'How desperate have I become?' She buried her face deeper into the pillow, feeling her nipples harden and press against the mattress beneath her.

Gulp!

Dante swallowed hard as her tits shifted with every breath, the soft flesh bulging out from under her arms. His throat went dry just looking at them. 'Carrying those two huge things around must be killing her back for real.'

He worked her shoulders slowly, digging his thumbs into the muscles on either side of her neck. Every time he pressed down, a small whimper leaked from Natasha's lips that she tried and failed to swallow.

'It feels way better than last time.' Her fingers curled into the sheets. 'Is it because I'm practically naked?'

The thought alone sent a throb through her secret place. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, the lace under the towel slowly soaking through.

'Now then...' A small smile formed on his lips as he moved his hands lower.

His palms slid down the middle of her back, pressing firm circles along her spine. Her skin was burning under his hands and her toes kept curling and uncurling at the end of the bed.

"Mmh... hah..." Her breathing had turned into short, shallow pants against the pillow. She didn't even realize how loud she was getting.

'Time to push it a little further.' Dante's hands reached her lower back and spread to her sides. His thumbs traced the curve of her waist while his fingers curled around her ribcage, sinking into the soft flesh of her tits squished flat against the mattress.

Natasha's body went rigid the moment his fingers touched her tits. 'He is making a move. He's actually making a move. What do I do?'

Her back arched on its own, pushing more of her soft flesh into his hands before she could stop herself.

'I-I should just pretend I didn't notice and let him keep going.' She closed her mouth shut and buried her face into the pillow quickly as the moans trying to come out now were nothing like the ones before.

They were on a completely different level from before, so lewd and shameful that her ears burned red just hearing her voice in the head.

Dante pretended to test the waters by pulling his hands away from her sides. "Is the pressure alright, Master?"

"...Yeah." Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. "Keep going."

'She's not stopping me.' Dante noted. His fingers slowly drifted back to the side of her tits before pulling away again. Then back. Then away. Each time, they lingered a little longer and pulled away a little less.

Before long, he wasn't pretending anymore. His hands were openly kneading the soft flesh of her tits from the sides, his fingers sinking into them and squeezing slowly.

'He's not even hiding it now...' Natasha's heart was racing as his fingers handled her breasts with a deliberate gentleness that made it worse. Her nipples had gone fully stiff, the hardened buds pressing painfully into the mattress with nowhere to go.

She turned her head to the side while her mind was still racing and her eyes went wide.

There was a massive tent in his pants that was impossible to miss. His cock was straining against the fabric, the outline so clear she could trace the shape of it.

From her position on the bed, it was right at her eye level, close enough that she could see it twitch.

'He must have been holding back this whole time with all the teasing...' She didn't look away immediately, her mouth going dry as her eyes stayed glued to the outline. 'C-can something that big even fit inside me?'

The thought made her squeeze her thighs together on instinct, her soaked lace pressing tight against her swollen folds.

She quickly turned her head away before he could notice.

Dante caught the panic in her eyes and an amused smile formed on his face. 'I wonder what she's going to do tonight. There'll be nowhere left to hide.'

"Master, I'm done with the upper body. I'll move to your legs now."

"Uh... okay, okay." Natasha answered too quickly. She wanted his hands back on her chest but she wasn't shameless enough to say that out loud.

Starting from her ankles, Dante worked his way up slowly and it didn't take long for his hands to reach her thighs.

He gripped them over the towel at first, then slid underneath it. The towel bunched up around his wrists as his fingers pressed into her bare skin. Her thighs were thick and soft, the flesh giving way under his grip as he worked higher. Each stroke pushed the towel up a little further.

"Ahn..." A moan slipped out louder than the others. Her hips ground forward against the mattress on their own.

Natasha's heart was hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears. 'He's getting closer. If he goes any higher, he's going to find out how wet I am.'

She squeezed her eyes shut. 'I need to stop him before he notices!'

But her mouth refused to say the words.

'Let's see how wet you are for me, Master.' Dante had a grin on his face as his fingers inched toward her soaked lace.

That was when a voice echoed down the hallway.

"Sir Dante? Are you still home?"

'Felix?' Both of them froze on the spot.

'Shit! He came looking for me because I skipped training. The timing couldn't be any worse—'

Before he could finish the thought, Natasha moved on pure panic. Her eyes flew open, she grabbed the blanket, threw it over Dante, and shoved his head down flat between her legs.

"Madam Natasha?" Felix's footsteps stopped just outside the door. "Have you seen Sir Dante? He didn't come for training today."

"He left a while ago." Natasha's voice came out without a single crack. "I'll let him know to contact you when he comes back."

"Understood. Sorry for the disturbance, Madam." Felix's footsteps faded down the hallway.

Under the blanket, Dante's face was between her thighs, inches away from her crotch.

The soaked lace was right there in front of him, drenched and clinging to her folds. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin from this close. The thick, musky sweetness of her hit him before his eyes even adjusted to the dark.

'...Felix, you really are my best friend.' Dante was moved to the point of tears on the inside.

What the hell did he do to deserve a wingman this good?

While he was still appreciating the sight in front of him, the blanket was suddenly pulled away.

Natasha looked down and found him lying between her thighs, his eyes still glued to the wet mess she had made.

He wasn't even trying to look away.

Her face went from pink to deep red in an instant.

Dante slowly raised his eyes, traveling up from her trembling thighs to her bare stomach to her stiff nipples before finally meeting her gaze.