Before I could process his next move, Dominique slipped down my body, pushed firmly against the back of my thighs so I would lift my legs, and attacked my hole with his tongue and lips. I cried out and arched off the bed, eyes crossing and toes curling, forgetting a toddler slept in the room next door.
He hissed for me to be quiet before diving back in. I squirmed and clenched my jaw, doing all I could not to be too vocal as I lost my mind.
Delirious, gasping for air, I barely registered Dominique reaching for the condom and lube. The next thing I knew, we were sharing a heady kiss as he pushed inside me.
If I thought his furious pace would regulate, I was wrong. It distantly occurred to me that maybe this was how Dominique needed it to happen. Maybe his grief wouldn’t allow it any other way. Hand jobs and blow jobs were one thing. Perhaps this was a line he struggled to cross, so he needed to control every aspect to get by.
Either way, I surrendered. He could have me however he wanted. If that meant scraping my skin raw and biting bruises into my flesh, so be it. If it meant pinning me down and slamming into me until my ass ached, I would happily take the pounding.
He was not gentle. The act bordered on punishing, butwhowas he punishing? Himself for caving or me for awakening this desire he’d gone to great lengths to suppress?
We met somewhere on the haunted plane of existence where Dominique seemed to live. Connected, I shared his pain. I shared his suffering. With every deliberate thrust into my body, his heart screamed in agony. His soul cried. I held every shattered piece of this man’s soul in the palm of my hand. I would not let go. I would take care of him. I would piece him together bit by bit until he was whole once more.
I came on a stifled cry, body shuddering violently as Dominique stroked me through my orgasm. When the pleasure ebbed and finally faded, he collapsed against my chest, crushing me to the bed. His hips moved in an uncoordinated rhythm as he buried his face in my neck and continued to thrust, chasing the end, running to that inevitable finish line. A short time later, one hand fisted painfully in my hair, he groaned and shuddered with release.
Then, all went quiet and still. The only sound was our hearts knocking in furious synchronization.
Dizzy from the experience, it took me a long time to come back to earth. It was Christmas morning. Dominique had fucked me so hard my brain cells were scrambled. I didn’t know what time it was, but exhaustion stole my ability to keep my eyes open. Had it all been a dream? Was I awake?
I registered a warm cloth over my abdomen before comforting arms circled me, dragging me against a broad chest. Dominique kissed my neck, my shoulder, and the shell of my ear. “Sleep.”
And I did.
I couldn’t have been under for long when a tiny voice beside the bed whispered, “Papa. Papa. I no sleeping anymore.”
“Did you go potty?” a deeper voice asked.
“Non.”
“Va pipi.”
“Non.” A sulky rebellion.
Firmer. “Cosette, va faire pipi.”
A whine, then soft feet padded away.
Dominique groaned, and the warm embrace vanished. I felt him stretch out and yawn on the bed beside me. “Are you awake?” he asked.
“No. I was having the best dream. It was so real.”
Dominique shuffled. The mattress dipped, jostling me. A delicate kiss landed on my cheek. “Oh?”
“So real my ass is sore.” I pressed back, seeking contact.
He chuckled. “I’m sorry. Was I too rough?”
“No. It was fantastic. I didn’t expect that from you.”
He hummed meaningfully. “I’m going to start coffee.”
Yawning, I turned my face against the pillow. “I’ll be there in a bit.”
The minute Dominique was gone, I begrudgingly rolled out of bed and collected my backpack, heading for the bathroom. Before escaping from the bedroom, I peeked to be sure a toddler wasn’t about to see me run naked down the hall. The coast was clear.
I turned on the shower, setting the temperature before staring blearily at my reflection in the mirror.
“Fuck me.” I snorted and bent closer to the glass to get a better look at myself. My body was riddled with bruises and scratch marks from earlier.
