Disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings, I registered hands on my calves, lips kissing a path up my spine.
The dream retreated in increments, but the tangled pieces of reality had yet to properly form into a tangible picture.
A stinging nip of teeth.
Another lick.
Raindrops, cold and wet, landed on my skin and trickled down my sides.
Hot breath next to my ear.
The press of a hard cock against my crack.
A coil of fire burst to life in my core.
My heart thrummed with increased blood flow.
My brain came back online.
Dominique’s room materialized. Dark and still. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but it wasn’t morning. The sun had yet to rise.
The body above me rutted again. Dominique dragged his erection over my ass, grinding purposefully.
I groaned, shifting my face away from the pillow to glance over my shoulder. Straddling me, his hands braced on either side of my body, Dominique slowly rocked his hips.
Another drop of water hit my back. His hair was soaked from a recent shower. Droplets peppered his chest, glistening in the faint light coming through the uncovered window.
Our eyes locked. Under the glow of moonlight, I recognized the hungry determination of a man who had gone a long time without sex. He bent and caught my mouth in a blistering kiss unlike any we’d shared to that point. It was frenzied, wild, and untamed.
Dominique lay fully on top of me, crushing me pleasantly to the bed as he continued to grind his lower body against me. I couldn’t move but arched my ass as best I could, encouraging the friction.
He looped an arm under me, clasping my jaw and keeping my head angled properly so he could kiss me deeper. The position was awkward, but I didn’t complain, laving and sucking hisdemanding tongue, catching his bottom lip in my teeth and biting until he hissed.
Our teeth clacked, and his hair dripped over my face. The shower-fresh scent of him engulfed me.
Breaking free from my mouth, Dominique spoke in a raspy tone. “Can I fuck you?”
“You’d better, or this is the worst sort of foreplay.” I hitched my ass, grinding my crack against his hard length.
Dominique fumbled blindly for the condoms on the bedside table. The box fell, and he had to move to retrieve it. I took the opportunity to shift around so I faced him. He found lube in the drawer and placed it on the bed beside us before focusing on me.
Our encounters to that point had been a slow progression of exploration. Tame even. Dominique had always seemed somewhat tentative, and I chalked it up to years of being with the same person or an inexperience with men we still hadn’t talked about.
Whatever reservation previously existed was gone. Dominique’s confidence outgrew the confines of my expectations, and I was left floundering to catch up. His kisses were frantic and bruising. His hands groped my skin mercilessly. He scraped his nails over my bare flesh, no doubt leaving marks. He clung with a bruising grip. He bit me at random, then soothed the sting with his warm and caring tongue.
All I could do was close my eyes and ride the feverish waves of pleasure. It was rare that I didn’t take the dominant role in the bedroom. I’d mistakenly assumed that it was a position Dominique wouldn’t want. I thought I would be the guide, taking him gently by the hand as we ventured farther down this path together.
I was wrong.
Dominique ravaged me, but I was not one to be utterly compliant. When he pinned me down and seemed sure he hadme where he liked, I used my mass to roll us, taking him off guard, so Dominique landed beneath me.
“You’re feisty this morning.” I hovered over his mouth and grinned like the lovesick fool I was. “Got your blood flowing at the gym and now you’re horny, huh?”
“You could say that.” He thrust his hips, grinding our cocks together. “I thought you were going to let me fuck you.”
“I am.” His shower-damp hair stuck to his forehead. When I moved to brush it aside, he took advantage of my distraction and flipped us again.
I laughed as he snagged my wrists, pinning them over my head. He sandwiched my hips between his knees, keeping me in place. I lifted my head as he lowered his, and the kiss that followed was intoxicating enough that it made my head spin. My skin tingled with desire, and I moaned his name, begging him to take me, fuck me, do whatever he wanted.
