I got you, baby.
. . .
Rory ~
“Please,” I almost whimper, needing him to release the ache, to stop the teasing. The heat’s too much.
His mouth stills around my nipple and he pulls back, releasing it with a pop. My shirt falls back over my chest.
“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” He growls, that sweet southern accent nearly has me writhing in the sheets.
He lowers his lips, placing a scorching path of kisses from my chest down to the waistband of my pants.
His fingers dip below my shorts and underwear before he slowly drags them down, throwing them away somewhere.
His eyes flick up to find mine, seeking my approval.
I nod, a grin playing on my lips. He captures my mouth in a passionate display of affection before crawling down my body.
Dom’s mouth hovers over me, his hot breath driving me crazy with need.
When his mouth finally lands on my clit, I lose all ability to recall anything.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my fingernails digging half moons into his back when his tongue slowly licks and laps at the wetness he created.
He sucks on my clit, paying special attention to the small bundle of nerves that sends me into wave after wave of pleasure. I pant heavily.
He doesn’t stop, the desire building and building, bringing me to the edge to tumble off.
Pleasure pulses through me but Dom’s not done.
When his fingers finally slide into me, I nearly combust. He’s slow at first, being careful not to hurt me before speeding up.
“Goddddd,” I moan, the feeling of him inside me threatens to undo me.
I think he replies with something like ‘not quite’ but I’m not sure because he adds his tongue into the mix and that sends me flying off the cliff.
“Dominic!”
He laps at every drop I spill, the bundle of nerves sensitive from the two orgasms he’s wringed out of me.
I pant as he crawls up my too attentive body. He grins wickedly, capturing my lips in a sweet, gentle but dominating kiss.
I reach for him but he shakes his head. “This was about you, baby.”
I pout and Dom chuckles. “Next time, Sweetheart,” he promises.
He falls onto the bed beside me and pulls me back into his arms, my back to his chest. I sigh, finally at peace.
My eyes droop—Dom having worn me out.
His arm curls around my waist, holding me close.
“Sleep, Sweetheart,” Dominic orders. And I obey—out like a light.
Chapter 21 ~
Rory ~
