Jesus, he was...I was pretty sure he was harder than I was. And yeah, while I thought I had a good memory, Dom had been quick to remind me in the most direct way possible that memory wasn’t a substitute for reality. I didn’t know if his dick had grown alongside the rest of him since the last time I’d had my hand on it, but it certainly felt that way. As for first-time partners, he probably hadn’t been ideal solely because of his size. Monstrous? No, but no one could lay eyes on it, let alone touch it, and say it was anything but impressive.
“That is...arrogant,” I said in a voice that betrayed just how much I was enjoying his...arrogance.
“Cocky?”
“Oh God.”
“You turn me on,” he said in a soft voice that jerked my attention to him with an almost audible snap. “I want you. So what I’m saying right now is...if you wanna do more than justtouch me like this, or let me pin you, then all you have to do is say the word. Maybe between the two of us, and over a decade, we might be able to do better than we did as teenagers.”
Wriggling my hand to show I wanted him to let go of it, he did with admirable restraint, holding back the disappointment on his face. It had a shelf life of about a second before my hand twitched to take hold of the button of his jeans and flick it open with a gesture I had long since mastered.
It was done without hesitation or thought. It was the first thing I could remember doing without performing a cost or risk analysis in....shit, I couldn’t remember how long. Even the last few partners I’d taken to bed had been with the knowledge that I didn’t know who those strangers were and that I needed to go about it in a way that didn’t expose me to danger or make me vulnerable. A calculated risk was still a risk, but everything I had done for years had been calculated.
But not this, this was done as easily as buttoning up my own clothing, and the rush was enough to confirm that this was precisely what I needed.
I reached up to wrap my other hand around the back of his neck and pull the willing man down to my mouth. This time, there was insistence and demand from me as our lips parted, tongues sliding and pushing against one another. Dom grunted. I didn’t know if it was in surprise or arousal, but I knew I wanted to hear more noises like that. He pushed me against the door again, and I hissed when my wounded shoulder struck it hard.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Just let me?—”
He backed up awkwardly since he didn’t seem to know if he wanted to take me with him or give me space. I followed as he bumped into the couch and then pushed him onto it. He’d barely landed before I followed, planting a leg on each side of his and pushing my ass down into his groin as I kissed him fiercely again.
Even with him underneath, he was impossibly big, like he could swallow me up without any effort. I could feel the strength of his body in the arms that wrapped around me, still careful to avoid my wound, and in the legs that pressed against mine as if trying to spread my legs further. I had always avoided partners as big and strong as him because I could never be sure whether they were a threat, and I didn’t want to risk having to fight off someone who had such an advantage.
With Dom, though, that fear was merely an echo, the ghost of something that existed solely because it had been repeated so many times before. This was Dom; he was big, he was strong, he could fight like hell, and sometimes he was meaner than a junkyard dog when he got going, but…this wasDom. Years couldn’t change either of us enough, it seemed, for me to fear he was a threat. No, even after all the changes, even after all the things we’d gone through, I still felt completely and absolutely safe with his strong body wrapped around mine.
Rough fingertips scraped my sides as he fumbled to get hold of my shirt, and I smiled against his lips at his awkwardness, his eagerness. I had to break the kiss to let him pull the shirt off, which he tossed away. I pushed my hands under his shirt and groaned softly as I felt the warmth of his skin, the thickness of his muscle, and the brush of his hair.
“Good to see you got over that,” I said as I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest, thick enough for me to feel and admire, but it was by no means a bear skin slapped on a man’s body.
“Over what?” he asked, his eyes focusing on my face as I yanked him out of his shirt so I could run my hands over his body.
“You went through that weird,awfulstage where you thought being hairless was the way to go,” I said, taking in the view of him sprawled across my couch with an open hunger Icouldn’t remember feeling for ages. It wasn’t just his strength that was enticing; it was how unbelievably solid he was, how reliable he seemed. It felt like the man could be hit by a truck, and the driver would be worried about themselves.
He laughed. “I forgot about that. And hey, at least I only tried the full body hairless thing once. Walking around with my ass itching because the hair was growing back was something I never wanted to feel again.”
“Does that mean you’ve grown more accepting in your grooming habits?” I asked, still looking him over and running my fingers through the dark chest hair, following it down to his stomach...stopping at his unbuttoned jeans.
“Groin trimmed but not hairless,” he told me with a smirk. “Everything else? If it’s gonna have hair, it’s gonna have hair.”
“Ha, you’ve got a fuzzy butt again,” I said as my fingers pushed into the waistband of his underwear. “And I won’t be flossing when I go down on you. Efficient, I suppose, but not the most pleasant of experiences.”
He snorted. “Oral hygiene is for brushing your teeth, not for giving head.”
I pushed up so I was on my knees, hovering over him as I ran my hands on each side of his face, feeling the harsh brush of his short hair against my fingertips. “Speaking of...I think you’re going to be pleased at the difference between then and now.”
He tilted his head back, smirking. “Had plenty of practice, huh?”
“Does it matter?” I asked, flinging his question from earlier back at him.
“Not particularly,” he said, doing the same to me.
“Good,” I said with a smile, kissing him again and letting my body fall against his. I felt surrounded, engulfed by the sheer size of his warm body. Even though I was the one pushing against him, it felt like he was the one doing all the pushing. He couldhave done whatever he wanted to me at that moment, and I would have only been able to muster a token fight that wouldn’t have mattered to him.
A threat who was safe. Who knew that was a turn on for me?
“Now let’s see,” I said, pushing away again and snorting when he made an unhappy noise as I broke the kiss, “if I can put my money where your mouth is, or well...you know.”
“Put something where your mouth is?” he asked with a smirk.
