Dom leans back into the couch. “Wait,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Look at you,” he says, with slow perusal, with adoration. My breasts fill his hands as he tests their weight. “I’ve wondered what color your nipples were all week,” he admits, his thumbs moving in slow circles around them while I grind down into his erection and soak through his shorts.
“Brown areola supremacy,” I gasp.
He pulls me up and forward again. He sucks on the tip, once, before opening his mouth and lapping at the nipple with his tongue, obscenely, circling and licking, the warmth and the friction unreal. I forget about the plan. Fuck the plan.
A finger drags down my belly, back down into my pussy, fucking me in slow strokes in time with the licks on my nipple. I’m thrilled at his ability to keep time, a rhythm. He moves his thumb to my clit and circles.
I’m a little embarrassed at the sound that leaves my mouth.
“Yeah?” he asks, while I’m wondering if he plays guitar or something with the dexterity of his hand and all, thumb circling while two fingers stroke in and out against my front wall, rubbing in just the right place.
“More teeth,” I groan, and he gives it to me, tugging on my nipple and ramping up his rhythm. I’m not all that surprised that I’m going to come so soon, considering I’ve felt like I’ve been edged all week. My hips start moving on their own accord. “I’m close,” I gasp.
“You’re going to come all over my hand,” he whispers into my ear, and then I do, my back arching and spine locking in place, eyes squeezed shut so hard I can almost see an explosion of light behind my eyelids. “One,” I think I hear him whisper.
I open my eyes just in time for me to see him bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “You didn’t follow the plan.”
“Honestly, we’re not too far off course, because if you so much as look at my dick right now, I’m going to come all over myself.”
“That’s the plan,” I say, tugging his shirt off. “So you’ll be able to last longer later and fuck me all night.”
“Yes. Okay,” he says nonsensically, lifting his hips so that I can wiggle his shorts and boxers down. “Back to the plan, then.”
I kneel on the floor between his knees. “Oh,hellyes,” I tell him. His cock is beautiful, just like the rest of him, long and thick with a mouth-watering curve that I know will hit just the right spot when he’s finally inside me. He’s so hard it looks pissed. It pulses as I admire it, a bead of wetness oozing out the top, and I truly learn just how much he likes my eyes on him.
“Lina,” he says, looking down at me with wild, desperate eyes. “I’m not kidding. I’m so close, beautiful. This is about to be real embarrassing—” his words turn into a grunt when I push up on my knees and wrap my mouth around him.
I bob down once, suck hard on my way up, lap on the underside of the head, tongue his slit, relishing in his moans. On my way down back again, I get his gorgeous dick exactly where I’ve wanted it all week, shoved halfway down my throat. I leave it there and moan.
“Fuck,” he manages between clenched teeth. “Coming,” he breathes, before he lets out the sexiest, full-body groan. He pulses over and over again, hand clenched in my hair, hips thrusting up in small movements, impossibly massive in my mouth, my lips stretched around him, and he’s so far down my throat that it’s easy for me to swallow it all, just like I promised. I remember to look up and I’m so glad I do, watching his abs clench and the muscles in the column of his neck strain as he pushes his head back into the couch.
I climb back up.
Dom finally lifts his head and opens his eyes, his chest heaving, unbelieving. “Lina,” he says, with reverence, my name like a prayer on his lips, before taking my chin and pulling me down for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue and hunger and need, and I find myself close to the edge again.
“We’re back on track,” I say with a smile, as he stands and lifts me gracefully, as if I weigh nothing. He carries me into my bedroom, peppering kisses wherever he can reach with his mouth, across my chest, my jaw, my neck, stopping for a second to turn on the lights.
I don’t know why I expect him to throw me onto the bed—of course he doesn’t—he places me down with deliberate reverence, and I really like that a lot.
“Remind me the next step of the plan,” he murmurs into the skin of my belly, dragging his lips across it, dipping his tongue into my belly button, nipping at my hip, all while his hands massage my tits.
“You’re going to make me come over and over again until you’re hard,” I gasp.
He hums, spreading my knees apart, opening me up to him. He peels my pussy apart with his fingers, just like I’ve dreamed, rubbing around the sensitive lips. “So pretty,” he says with awe. “I’m already hard, but I’m still going to make you come over and over again.”
He doesn’t dive right in, though. He turns me over instead, so that I’m temporarily on my hands and knees before he presses my head down to the bed. My ass is up in the air, pussy on full display.
I can feel him staring.
“You can spank it,” I make sure to tell him.
“Is that what you want?”
“I want you to take for yourself.”
“I don’t want to hit it. I want to worship it,” he tells me, before peeling my ass apart with his fingers and pressing his face in.
He licks a stripe straight up to my clit to asshole, rimming around it once, activating all those amazing nerve endings before moving back down. I stifle a scream. He tongues my clit for a while, almost lazily, while a thumb gently circles that hole. “Fuck,” I moan, writhing on his tongue. “I’m surprised at my non-surprise,” I gasp, not making any sense. “Of course you eat pussy like a champ.”
