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  Dante’s Desire

  Amber Skyze

  Masturbating can be so much fun—especially when you have a one-man audience. Addison loves sex. More importantly, she loves her body and isn’t afraid to make it sing. Add a little voyeurism and it’s totally erotic.

  Dante’s muse has stalled—until his sexy neighbor starts seducing him. Through her bedroom window, he watches as her hands caress her tantalizing skin. It’s like something out of a strip club, with his very own personal view. Thanks to this beauty, he’s drawing like wildfire. To thank Addison, Dante sends her an invitation for a single night together. That night may encourages them to draw a new future…together.

  An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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  Dante’s Desire

  ISBN 9781419927874

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  Dante’s Desire Copyright © 2010 Amber Skyze

  Edited by Helen Woodall

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book publication August 2010

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  Dante’s Desire

  Amber Skyze

  Dedication

  To all my wonderful friends and family who helped me through a difficult time in my life, I thank you. To my supportive husband, who believed in me when I’d given up and pushed me to move forward, you are my world. To Helen, my fabulous editor who makes my stories shine, you’re the best!

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  Chapter One

  Addison removed the clip from her dark mane and tossed it on the dresser. Her unruly hair tumbled around her shoulders. Fingertips massaged her scalp, releasing the day’s tension. Her feet screamed to be set free from the six-inch heels, but she couldn’t—not just yet. She needed to keep them on for a little while longer. For him.

  In three long strides she stood in front of the window of her bedroom. A small light was on in his apartment. The moon, a sliver shy of full, illuminated the sky. Another day or two and it would be complete.

  Pulling the tails of her crisp white blouse out of her skirt she unbuttoned the sleeves. Her hands moved to the top button and removed it from its hole. Slowly she continued down the shirt until her pink lace bra was fully exposed.

  With ease she removed the shirt and threw it on the chair. She tapped her polished fingernail against her lip. What would she do tonight? She smiled a wicked grin. She was feeling bold.

  She pictured him sitting there, his fingers wrapped around his hard cock—watching. She imagined his hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. With each article of clothing she removed she imagined him sucking in a deep breath and groaning in sexual frustration. He’d masturbate until she was finished and they’d both be satisfied.

  There was no doubt he was watching. She felt his eyes on her body, begging to touch it. Most women would close the curtains and be freaked out by the idea of a man watching them every time they undressed, but not Addison. She loved the idea of being watched. She enjoyed the freedom to put on a show for him. He could look, but he couldn’t touch. That alone made the whole fantasy fun.

  Addison unhooked the front clasp of her bra and flung it with the shirt. Her hands cupped her large breasts. An early bloomer, she was teased endlessly in high school. She’d hated her huge boobs as a teenager, but now she was happy with her bust.

  The palms of her hands ran over her nipples, stirring them to life. She took them between her fingers and tugged until they were fully aroused. Pinching the hardened nubs she bit her lower lip from the sensations racing to the core of her pussy.

  She needed an orgasm.

  Soon.

  Releasing her nipples, her hands floated down her stomach and around to the back of her black skirt. Unzipping the tight fabric she eased it over her hips and let it fall to the floor, where it pooled at her feet. Stepping away from the skirt she made sure she was still visible to her admirer.

  She turned around, hooked her thong panties around her fingers and bent over. She dragged the panties down her legs, giving him a view of her puckered ass. Holding on to her ankles, she rotated her hips ever so slowly. She loved putting on a performance like a stripper, only hers was a one-man show.

  What was he thinking? Was he wondering what it would be like to drive his stiff cock into her waiting ass? Or did he want to fill her hole with a butt plug so he could ram into her wet pussy?

  She reached up to her pussy to find she was soaked. She slipped her finger inside. Pulling out she dragged her juices out coating her lips.

  Ready.

  Time to rock his world.

  She stood and moved back to the dresser out of his view. She opened the top drawer. Where most women kept their undies Addison kept all her toys. She glanced over the array of vibrators, butt plugs and clamps.

  “Hmmm, maybe I’ll put some clamps on tonight and keep my hands free to do other things.”

  Liking the idea more and more she picked up the pair of purple mini nipple suckers. Purple Puckers they were called. The online store guaranteed hot erotic fun for the soloist. That was Addison. She enjoyed solo masturbation. She loved hot sex too, but there was something erotic about masturbating, especially when someone was watching.

  Squeezing the mini sucker she covered her nipple. The suction clamped on instantaneously perking the hard bud. She fastened the other nipple. Both were being tugged enough to be noticeable, but not painful. The sensations of having her nipples pulled heightened her desire for release.

  Perfect.

  Her nipples were sensitized now it was time to rock her world and his.

  What should she use tonight? Something that would bring her complete satisfaction. Something that would stretch her beyond her limits. She spotted the lifelike dildo. It was called afternoon delight, but certainly it could bring her evening delight too.

  “Yes, this is exactly what I need.”

  Taking the vibrator from its resting place she moved back to the window. Pulling the armless chair in front of the window she sat. Spreading her legs open wide, she used her finger to lube her folds.

  Her breasts hardened and the suction cups pulled tighter on her nipples. Shit, she was highly aroused. She knew it wouldn’t be long after she inserted the vibrator that she would lose control and come all over.

  She needed an orgasm.

  With delicate fingers she spread her pussy lips. Gliding the vibrator into her wet pussy slowly, she gasped. This was exactly what she needed. She hoped he was enj
oying this.

  She turned on the pulse button. She wanted to feel it gradually kneading the inside of her cunt. With her free hand she rolled her finger over her clit. It was swollen and sensitive to the touch.

  Oh, the different sensations racing through her body were more than she could handle. Stirrings raged from her pinched nipples down to her pussy. Turning the button to a fast vibrating speed, she allowed the orgasm to overpower her. Her body shuddered against the toy and her finger. She glided it in and out at rapid speed as her finger rubbed continuously against her nub.

  Her stiletto feet dug into the floor, her head thrashed from side to side. Her breathing became labored. Orgasm after orgasm riddled her body. She cried out.

  “Shit!”

  Dante sketched feverishly as she slid the vibrator in and out of her drenched pussy. She was the perfect muse. She was beautiful. He longed to run his fingers through her rich brown hair and kiss those creamy breasts. His cock throbbed against his boxers. It pained him, but he had to continue. He wanted to finish this drawing tonight. He was only one drawing away from completing the required amount his agent demanded for a showing.

  If it weren’t for this beauty there wouldn’t be a gallery show. She’d given him the strength to move on during a dry spell. His mind was no longer blocked. His creative juices were flowing as long as she was performing. He feared if she stopped he’d fall back into a rut.

  This art show meant the world to him. It meant getting his sketches out in front of buyers. It meant finally getting recognition for his hard work. His agent would be happy with him. When all was said and done he’d have to properly thank his little muse.

  He glanced back to her show and realized she was close to climaxing. He’d seen that look so many times. It should be embossed in his mind, but it wasn’t. He picked up the camera and clicked away. He needed something to remind him of this moment. He had to finish and he couldn’t wait until she returned from work another day. Besides, what if she was tired tomorrow? No, as much as he knew snapping pictures of her was wrong, he needed them to finish his masterpiece. When this was over he’d send her the pictures.

  He smiled.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered to the empty room.

  Placing the camera down, he picked up his pencil again and went back to putting the finishing touches on her face. He wanted to capture the look of sweet surrender as she fell in to the most glorifying orgasm.

  As he captured the essence of her orgasm he knew he’d need release. His balls ached and his cock pulsed begging for relief. His relief would be that much sweeter, having waiting so long.

  He placed the pencil on the easel tray and stepped back to admire his creation.

  “Fucking fantastic.”

  He glanced over to her apartment. She was gone. She was likely showering and settling in for the night, which was okay. Her work was done for today. He still couldn’t believe his luck the first time he spotted her.

  He’d been standing on his balcony enjoying a warm summer night and an ice-cold beer. The sky had turned a midnight blue. The stars were plentiful. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

  Dante remembered leaning against the steel railing and glancing around the neighborhood. He wasn’t expecting to find her standing there in the light of her bedroom. He never imagined as she gazed up at him that she would continue undressing. He’d expected her to flip him off and pull the drapes closed, but she hadn’t. Instead she smiled and removed all her clothes.

  His beer nearly fell from his hand as he realized what she was doing. Never in his life had a woman undressed for him. Most women he dated were afraid of their sexuality. They wanted to have sex with the lights off, so he couldn’t see them naked.

  Dante loved their bodies. Women were his inspiration. Maybe that’s what they feared with him. Maybe they were afraid of ending up on a canvas if they allowed him to fully drink in their beauty.

  His neighbor had. She wasn’t afraid of him seeing every inch of her body. In fact there was no doubt she enjoyed putting on a show for him. What started out as a simple strip show turned into a full-fledged seduction over the last few weeks. She was gorgeous and sexy. He wanted to possess her. He longed to touch every inch of her precious skin. He wanted to claim her. Possess her.

  The one downfall was she had no idea her body was displayed on many different canvases. She would know though. He wouldn’t keep that piece of information from her. Before he told her, he wanted to thank her properly for being a great inspiration. Once he’d properly thanked her he would show her the pieces of art he had grown to cherish.

  Yes, it was time to meet his neighbor.

  Chapter Two

  Addison looked the invitation over for the third time.

  Let me join you tonight. I want to make your body sing. If you agree send me a signal from your window.

  Your curious neighbor, Dante

  “Fuck!” She’d never thought about him joining her. She knew from a distance he looked incredibly hot. He had shoulder-length black wavy hair and his body seemed chiseled beneath that black t-shirt she’d seen him in. She remembered the day he stood on his balcony, how his mouth hung to the ground when she started tearing off her clothes. To this day she wasn’t sure what made her do such a crazy thing, but she had. Once she started she couldn’t stop. In the beginning it was all about taking off her clothes and giving him a peep show, but then she grew bolder and riskier. She began masturbating. She couldn’t get enough of the thrill knowing he was getting off on her getting off.

  He could look but he couldn’t touch. Wasn’t that the appeal of her shows?

  Yes, part of her wanted to know her neighbor. Wouldn’t it be fun having a sexy neighbor with benefits? Not only could she tease and taunt him, he could satisfy her sexually. It sounded like a win-win situation if she ever heard of one.

  So why the hesitation? One concern she had was how had he found out where she lived? He managed to send her a note without her giving him an address. It wasn’t addressed to her by name, but there was no mistaking it was meant for her.

  Addison knew there was a huge possibility her neighbor was some sick weirdo, but what did that make her? Some might consider her a freak for standing in the light every night and teasing him.

  Dante.

  Her neighbor had a name—Dante.

  “Dante.” She liked the way it rolled off her tongue. She could hear herself crying his name in ecstasy while he was giving her mind-blowing orgasms. Or maybe she would cry it out next time she was masturbating. He’d probably like that.

  She tossed the invitation onto the coffee table. She’d have to think about his offer a little longer. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to invite him over to her place.

  Addison found herself straightening up magazines, moving knickknacks, and fluffing pillows. Deep down she already knew she was going to allow Dante to come over. The butterflies in her stomach were the first indication. Cleaning was the second.

  She opened the refrigerator to see if she had anything to offer. Bare. Aside from a few bottles of water and days old Chinese she couldn’t be hospitable. Dante wasn’t looking for food. His card said as much. He wanted to make her body sing. He wanted to join her. He wanted to whet his appetite but food wasn’t on the menu.

  “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” There was always takeout. If they got hungry she could order something.

  Pacing the living room she thought about having Dante in her apartment. She hadn’t brought a man into her place in a very long time. It wasn’t something she liked doing. She didn’t like men knowing where she lived, though it was too late for Dante. He knew more than where she lived. He knew her body and how she liked to masturbate. He’d probably make a terrific lover because he’d watched her pleasuring herself. He knew what satisfied her.

  “Dammit!” She was torn. She wanted to find out more about her sexy neighbor, but she was afraid of ruining the fantasy.

  Taking a deep breath she charged into her bedro
om, threw on the light and walked over to the window. With one hand on her hip, she curled her finger and beckoned him. If it was meant to be he’d see her invitation, if not then it just wasn’t meant to be.

  Addison quickly left her bedroom, turning off the light as she went. She’d wait on the couch to see if her guest arrived.

  Dante thought he’d shit a brick when she appeared in the window. She gave him that come-hither look, causing a groan to escape. He wasn’t sure she’d accept his offer. Sending the invitation was a risky move. She had to be wondering how the fuck he managed to get her exact apartment. It was an easy feat actually. Dante had a few friends who lived in the building, so deducing her apartment was rather easy.

  She could have turned him down and stopped performing for him. While he was pretty much finished with his drawings for the art show, he looked forward to seeing her masturbating. He wasn’t ready for it to end. There was also the secret between them. A secret she wasn’t aware of yet, but one he had to reveal—sooner rather than later. He couldn’t do the show without her permission. While most of the drawings didn’t depict her face, a few did. His agent loved the drawings. He even commented that it was his best work to date.

  It was no surprise. She was the perfect muse. She was the reason for his block being lifted. He owed her so much and he wanted to get to know the woman who inspired him. He wanted to know what it was that made him want to create again, because he hadn’t created anything new for months. Yes, he had those fruit bowls and pictures of birds and squirrels, but who wanted to purchase that crap? People wanted something exciting, enticing and sexy. His muse was all that and much more.

  Truthfully he had doubts she would agree to his invitation. He couldn’t argue if she had said no. It wasn’t like she knew him. But he was glad she had.