His thumbs skimmed under the hem of my clothing and then he began to push it up, before peeling my underwear down. A slight lift of my behind allowed me to be revealed to him.
A low hiss left his lips as my naked sex was laid bare before him.
He stroked over my mound. “I have wanted to find you bare beneath your clothes since that morning with that shirt.”
I was unsure what to say or if I wanted to remember the pain that followed that morning when he had found me without underwear.
“Would you like that? To be naked and in permanent readiness for my touch?”
I nodded. In that moment I could think of nothing I wanted more.
“I have thought about that so many times when I have watched you around the place, wondering if you were bare.”
“I haven’t been.” I doubted whether that was the wrong or right answer at this point.
“I want you naked always from now on. Something this beautiful should not be hidden away.” He allowed his fingers to stroke me, lower until he found my wetness that coated his fingers.
“I need you naked.” Those words sounded like a threat and the speed with which he pulled me into a sitting position so he could pull my dress over my head before expertly unfastening and removing my bra confirmed his sense of urgency.
Reaching forward I pulled his tie undone and allowed a very satisfied smile to curve my lips.
“Have you been wanting to do that a while?”
“I have.”
His grin confirmed his satisfaction at my reply and without another word, he pulled his shirt over his head revealing the glorious image of his firm and toned chest, and his tattoo. Thoughts of tracing every line with my tongue filled my head before I was distracted by him standing to toe off his shoes, and to undo his trousers that were pushed down with his underwear revealing his erection, that whilst not classically attractive, was the most beautiful sight I might ever have seen. He blanketed me briefly to kiss me, consuming every part of my body, heart and mind.
With his fingers returning to the space between my thighs, he began to spread my own wetness across my most intimate parts causing a sense of shame to wash over me.
“Sorry,” I stammered, unsure if these feelings were normal.
“For what? For getting so fucking wet for me?”
I nodded, causing a dark expression to spread across his face.
“Don’t ever apologise for that.” His face morphed into a blinding and rather cocky grin as he returned to teasing a nipple again with one hand while his other stroked the button of nerve endings I’d recently discovered myself.
It was only a matter of seconds before I was bucking beneath his touch, almost at the point of no return and then he slowed, deferring my release.
“Dom, please,” I pleaded shamelessly while he simply smiled at me.
With a shift in his position, he took one nipple between his lips while the other had a finger and thumb manipulating it mercilessly. His thumb stroked my clit and then he inserted a finger inside me, causing a burning sensation as he stretched and filled me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said as his fingers began to pump in and out.
I was no more than a mass of sensations: burning, pleasure, pain, tightness, heat and arousal. My release was so close, the familiar feeling behind my naval spreading down, preparing to meet the tightness from my core. This was so much better than I imagined it might be and certainly better than when I did this to myself.
I really did love his fingers!
Dominic’s voice invaded my mind, “You said you and Brandon hadn’t, you meantyouhadn’t, didn’t you?”
I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want him to stop.
A look of pleading filled his eyes. Hope and optimism shone through as he spoke. “Clover, tell me, are you a virgin?” His question was accompanied with the addition of a second fingerwhich barely fitted, causing me to squeal at the pinch it caused. Surely he didn’t need me to reply at this point, but I did.
“Yes,” I admitted tearfully, desperate for this not to a line he wouldn’t cross.
“Jesus!” He spluttered between gritted teeth.
