My eyes have been closed, but I allow myself a peek. Dom's eyes are shut, mouth pressed to me. He works me over with fervor, with passion, as if he loves it there. As if it matters to him. He desires my body, sharing an intimacy. Dom is a real man, the kind I thought existed solely in women's fantasies.
Seeing him like this, intent on bringing me pleasure, sends me over the edge. The rain picks up, and my pulse pounds.
"Dom," I whisper, fingernails scraping his shoulders.
"Mm-hmm," he groans against me, telling me he knows. He's meeting me where I am, giving me what I need. He's telling me he's here for it. Here for me. He has been all along.
I shatter. Dom holds me steadfastly, keeping me in place as I writhe. His ministrations change in pressure, becoming softer, looser, lazier. Almost adoring.
He lowers my backside to the bed, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. He lets go of my underwear he had held to the side this whole time. Curtain closing.
But I don't want it to close.
I want him. I want my husband. I don't know what that means, or will mean to us in the future. I only know that I need him. I need Dom. In so many ways, but right now, in this way.
"Take them off," I tell him.
He looks down, his lips and chin shiny with remnants of me. "Are you sure?" he asks.
"Last night you said you'd fuck your wife the way a husband should. The way you said it, it felt like a promise."
Still between my legs, he hesitates.
CHAPTER 44
Dominic
I stare down at Cecily,trying to figure out how I got so lucky.
She is pink-cheeked, her dark hair a shiny ring around her head. And she wants me.
Apprehension filters into her eyes. Only a minute ago, those eyes were in the back of her head as I spent time being the reason for it.
"If you think it's a bad idea," she says, still breathless from coming.
"No," I practically growl. "I've just been given everything I could possibly want."
A smile breaks onto her face. "Then what are you waiting for?"
She sits up and gathers her dress, daintily lifting it over her head and tossing it. She's not wearing a bra.
"I wish there were some way to show you how I feel when I look at you." The words are out of my mouth without a second thought, but I'm not sure there was a first thought. I don't remember thinking them, did not consciously decide to speak them.
"I looked at you while you were—" Cecily glances at her center, currently covered by underwear I'm seconds from tearing out of my way. "You looked like you liked it."
"Love it," I correct. Present tense. "Unless you tell me otherwise, I'll be down there daily. Like you're a fucking vitamin."
Her mouth drops open, and I smile proudly. It's not easy to shock Cecily.
"But right now," I tell her, reaching behind myself and gathering my shirt. I pull it off and fling it aside. "Right now, I need to fuck my wife like Ipromised."
Slipping my hands into Cecily's underwear, I slide them down her legs. Cecily, using her foot, reaches for the waistband of my shorts. I pinch her toe and move it, shucking my shorts.
Cecily's eyes grow with need. We've been dancing around this, saying we absolutely cannot, then fighting how much we want it. I'd hate for her to regret this later. Or worse, to blame it on a moment of passion.
"Cecily," I start, fisting myself. "We?—"
"Should date," she interrupts. "When we get back. When this road trip is over."
