I nodded. “Please take them off.”
He slid them over his hips, and his cock sprang free. The sight stirred both desire and fear within me. I’d never been a chicken, though, so I trailed my hands down his stomach and wrapped them around his shaft. He moaned, so I gave him a little squeeze.
“Net,” he breathed out, nibbling at my neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
The desperation in his voice was both thrilling and terrifying. Releasing him, I laid on my back and let him tug off my bikini bottoms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, staring down at me as he slid them over my feet.
Then he trailed kisses up my calf, between my knees, all the way to my inner thigh. I stilled as his lips drifted over my core and ghosted kisses and hot breath from thigh to thigh, effectively teasing me with a whisper of what was to come. I wanted more—wanted him—fisting the blanket, I tried to get myself under control. He chuckled and grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide. His tongue teased my clit, flicking it back and forth, before plunging into my pussy. Ohmigod. Overwhelmed with the sensation, I had no idea what to do. Thankfully, Dominico did. He licked and sucked on me while his hands roamed up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, intensifying my pleasure with every second. The sensation of it all drove me to the edge of bliss, but right as I was about to find release, his mouth disappeared. I heard the rip of a package, and then the next thing I knew, the throbbing head of his penis was nudging my folds.
He pushed his upper body away and looked me over again, his eyes dark and hungry, before slowly sliding into me.
My god, the size of him… it hurt. I cried out and he stilled, brushing kisses all over my neck. Still inside of me, his hot kisses moved to my lips. We made out as he reached down and fingered my clit, pleasuring me through the pain as he started moving again. Slowly, he slid in and out of me, each stroke feeling better than the last. He released my lips to suck on a nipple. Nibbling at and teasing my breasts, he continued to stroke my clit until a wave of pleasure swept away the last of the pain.
I could tell he was holding back, but I didn’t need him to anymore. Ready for the rest of him, I angled my hips to give him full access.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
In answer, I kissed his neck and squeezed him inside of me.
He groaned. “You feel so fuckin’ amazing,” he said, plunging deeper inside me, sparking more pain, but also more pleasure. He kept his pace slow, burying himself inside of me and withdrawing, over and over. Sweat beaded across his forehead and collarbone as he gritted his teeth. He was still holding back. The pain faded again, and pleasure continued to intensify with each controlled stroke. Taking my hands in his, he held them above my head and continued to fuck me. The feeling of being contained—of being held down—only increased the fire within me. Desperate for more, I wrapped my legs around him.
“You better stop it,” he said in a low growl. “You’re gonna make me lose control.”
That sounded fun. “Good,” I said, grinding my hips against him and squeezing his dick in my pussy again.
Still holding down my hands, he fucked me harder, faster.
“You like that?” he asked. “That what you want?”
Release was so close I couldn’t talk. I nodded.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling out of me.
“What? Why?” I asked. My body practically thrummed with need for him to finish what he’d started.
“Because I want more. I want you every way I can take you.”
Before I could respond, he kissed me, capturing my lips until I was breathless. Then he tugged my hands up, lying back, and pulling me on top of him.
“Ride me.”
Slightly nervous and not entirely sure what to do, I kneeled on either side of his hips and took his length inside me while Dominico watched, his eyes heavy with lust. He moaned, and bucked, driving himself deeper inside me. Up and down his shaft I slid, encouraged by his reaction I rocked my hips back and forth. His hands squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples while I rode him, building momentum and once again stoking the fire within me. Harder. Faster. When I was about to come, he gripped my hips and held me still as he pulled out of me.
“Not yet,” he said.
I growled, and he chuckled as he sat up and wrapped his arms around me.
My body quivered as I began to come down again. He stood, pulling me up beside him. He kissed my cheek, my neck, and finally my lips, slow and soft, while I tried to keep myself from jumping on him and making him finish me off.
Releasing my lips, he whispered, “I like you like this,” against my cheek. “All horny and shit. Now you finally want me as bad as I want you every time I see you. Want me to let you come?”
“What do you think?” I asked.
He pulled me back to the floor and positioned me on my hands and knees. Gripping my hips, he entered me from behind. There was nothing slow or controlled about it when Dominico finally let go. He pounded my pussy, sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout my body. Then his fingers found my clit again, stroking and circling, rocketing me into a blinding orgasm. He came with me, and then released me to collapse onto the blanket in blissful exhaustion. Dominico laid beside me and wrapped me in his arms.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck.
