What the hell are you doing, girl?
The question ran through my mind for the hundredth time as I studied myself in the mirror.
Naked. Completely freaking naked.
My full breasts heaved, rose nipples stood up, while my narrow waist dipped enough to showcase my wide hips, which no amount of Pilates helped get rid of. My silky, dark hair cascaded down my back in straight lines. With lust-hooded eyes from the idea of Dominic seeing me like this, I reminded myself of Monica Bellucci, only with a bigger ass.
A soft knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts. “Rosa?”
Shivers ran down my spine at hearing his low, gruff voice. “Yes?” Surprisingly, my voice transformed into husky too, and all of a sudden, it was too hot to breathe or stay inside.
“I have something for you.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll leave it on the handle. I think… just wear it.” After a beat, I heard his feet padding farther into the room, away from me.
Frowning, I cracked open the door slightly, reached for the thing from the inside, and closed it quickly, my heart beating fast against my ribcage. I couldn't even explain why.
My hands removed the wrapping, and I gasped as the tiny, sheer, black lacy nightgown that was soft as silk came into view. I put it on along with the lacy panties that barely covered my butt. The cloth rubbed my nipples, making them sensitive, and my body buzzed with excitement. I didn't know how it was possible, but somehow this tiny bit of lace made me feel more naked. It sure as hell displayed my curves in a better way.
Exhaling a breath, with determination running in my blood, I exited the bathroom and joined Dom. His back was to me as he dipped the brushes in a water bowl, lining them up one-by-one according to size and shape on the small wooden desk near his canvas. He must have heard me, because he glanced over his shoulder, blinked, and then slowly turned, his amber pools getting darker and darker as they gazed at me with lust. The cold air from the AC nipped my skin, and shivers ran down my spine.
“Where do you want me?” I asked throatily, as his jaw ticked from how hard he was gritting his teeth, and the wooden brush in his hand cracked. Because of the control he was holding onto?
“On the mattress, in the middle where the sun will shine on you.” Gulping air into my lungs, I sauntered to it and kneeled, crawling to the middle, while thinking which position to take. Sexy or innocent? I almost snorted, because who’d be innocent in this gown?
A poster of pinup girls that once occupied Lorenzo’s walls when we were kids flashed through my mind. I had a favorite one by Gil Elvgren with a brunette pinup model. She sat on her calves, bending forward, one hand on the bed while the other stretched under her breasts with a palm peeking through the opening of her another arm. Her chin raised, her facial features reflecting grace and sexiness. Her nightgown was see-through white, and the innocence of it with her pose always created an interesting contrast for me.
Containing all my courage in a tiny cup inside me, I recreated the pose, and the minute I did, Dominic’s loud inhale of breath put all my nerves on alert. My head was dizzy from the adrenalin and desire. We held each other’s stare for a moment. Then he picked up the brush, dipped it in light brown paint, and his hands moved flawlessly on the canvas.
The room stayed silent, only our mingled breaths disrupting it. My panties dampened as my eyes drank in all his masculine beauty. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin. Droplets slid down his tattooed neck to his muscled chest and the six-pack dipping into his pants sitting low on his hips, highlighting his magnificent body.
Closing my eyes, a quiet moan escaped me as my hand trailed lower to my heated core on its own accord. My nipples hurt from the nightgown, as if my blood turned into fire, and I wished to shred it into tiny pieces.
“Don’t you dare,” Dominic growled, snapping me from my fog. “No one is allowed to touch my pussy.” His voice washed over me like burning lava, which only increased my passion. “Put your hand back in the same place.” He continued to paint me for several minutes as I was losing my mind and my body was getting numb. Sighing, I picked my hair up and leaned my head back so my sore neck would get some rest. My thighs rubbed each other, and a jolt of electricity froze me as I hissed, while it sent sensations to my clit.
My eyes travelled to Dom, who stood with a brush in the air while he studied me, his chest rising and falling.
Then all hell broke loose. He murmured, “Fuck it.” At the same time, I jumped from the bed right into his arms, circling his neck and waist while held me close and then lowered us onto the floor. He loomed above me as he hiked up my nightgown, snatched off the panties, and pushed his covered cock against me, right on my sensitive peak as he sucked hard on my nipples. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it loose from the bun.
Arching my back, I cried out as he ground his hips back and forth, mimicking the act of lovemaking. I tightened my legs around him, enjoying the friction, as he smashed his mouth over mine while I begged for something I couldn't name.
Tingling sensations, shivers, pain, and pleasure at the same time.
Was this sex? Or did I still have no idea about it?
He stopped moving.
“No, no. Come back!” I protested, wanting him to finish what he started, but he didn't listen. Instead, he shifted lower between my knees, his breath fanning over my core, and in a second, his tongue licked from down to up and then up to down, and then he entered me with one finger while his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it greedily. “Oh, my God,” I chanted. Each lick and stroke swirled me deeper and deeper to the point of no return, while I desperately tried to latch onto the cold floor, only getting frustrated from being unable to hold on to something. Pressing my open palms over my breasts, I moaned as the pressure sent fire down my stomach and combined with his actions, and I finally reached the edge.
I cried out loudly, biting my finger while he continued licking. I pushed his head aside; my flesh was too sensitive to withstand it all. “Dominic,” I whispered. He rose, sharing my taste with me as our mouths locked in a punishing kiss, bruising my lips from the force of his desire. “You didn't come again,” I complained, and he chuckled albeit painfully.
“Krasavica, I came in my pants.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised. “You wouldn't let me do anything about it.” My voice sounded bitter, but I couldn't help it. Why wouldn't he let me see to his pleasure?
“Yes, like a fucking teenager.” He kissed me one more time, before whispering, “Cannot have half things from you, and I wouldn't have been gentle or had the patience to take it slow. We were too worked up.” He picked me up in his arms and placed me on the mattress. “Wait here.” He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running, and then he joined me, wearing gray sweatpants. Apparently, he cleaned up. I rested my head on his shoulder, drowsy, my eyelids heavy, lullabied by his steady heartbeat. “Moya krasavica,” he whispered, right before oblivion took me and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Man with the dragon tattoo
Whistling loudly in my basement, I hacked into the system of Damian’s wedding planner and printed an extra invitation for myself. Closing it in the envelope, I neatly hid it inside my pocket and sipped my evening coffee. Groaning loudly, I pushed Bianca’s head deeper onto my cock while she gagged on the whole thing and cum leaked onto her tongue. The bitch sure knew how to give good head, or maybe it was the practice through all the years we had been together.
