Before I had time to react, his hand was against my head again. But this time, he was pulling me closer to him, with his fingers tangled in my hair. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, moving hungrily as he held me against him.
After a split second of shock, I leaned into him. I thought he wouldn’t be able to surprise me after all these years, but he did. I’d thought about kissing him so many times in my youth, but that didn’t prepare me for it actually happening. There wasno awkwardness or hesitation like I’d feared there might be. Instead, there was the sense that we had been waiting for this to happen forever. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I had done so many times before, but this time, the touch of his skin against mine gave me a rush.
When he pulled away, I tried to move with him, not ready for it to end. I didn’t have to be sad for long, because as soon as he stood up, he reached out for my hand wordlessly. As soon as I took it, he pulled me towards the stairs. Not stopping to see if anyone was around, he dragged me across the basement to the door to his room.
He pushed open the door open with too much force, causing it to slam into the wall. I worried for a second that somebody would come to see what the cause of the noise was, but that thought vanished as quickly as it had come as Dom locked the door behind us. Then his lips were on mine again and I couldn't think at all.
His arms wrapped around me and pulled me up with ease, so we were the same height. He pushed my back against the wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist for stability. I entwined my fingers in his hair. I wasn’t going to let him pull away this time. I couldn’t. Now that we had started, I needed it to continue. How had I made it through so many years without kissing him?
One of his hands made its way under the hem of my shirt. His fingers ran along the skin of my lower back, sending my heart into overdrive. “Down,” was all I managed to say. Somehow, it was enough, and he slowly lowered me. While the reasoning was different and I’d never had my legs around him in that particular way before, the motion was practiced. The fact that I didn’t stumble meant that my feet were barely on the floor when I was able to pull my shirt over my head in one quick motion.
Dom’s dark eyes moved over my body for a moment before he pulled his own shirt off. Bare chested, he closed the gap betweenus once more. The touch of his skin against mine was almost too much to handle, even before his hands started roaming. I breathed in sharply as one of his hands squeezed my breast. I could feel his lips smile against mine before he started slowly kissing his way down my neck.
When he reached my bra strap, he stood up again and kissed my lips. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
“The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner,” I said. It all felt so natural and so comfortable. I knew his body so well and he knew mine, but seeing him in all of his shirtless glory was rare. Every other time I'd seen him shirtless, it had been in the context of work. Now, there was nothing stopping me from staring at his muscles. The flat stomach, rippled only by abs and his pectoral muscles, was like something out of a magazine. His arms and shoulders had held me before thousands of times, but I didn't get to see the muscles flexing then. Getting to take them in like this was new and incredible. I had been expecting this to feel weird just because it was so different. The fact that it wasn’t was a pleasant surprise.
He didn't need to be told twice. His arm snaked around my back and he unhooked my bra in one fluid motion. He pulled the straps down my arms and let the bra drop to the floor. I had no time to be self-conscious about my small breasts before he cupped one with his hand. My nipple hardened under his touch, responding instantly. Encouraged by my sharp inhale, he leaned down and took my other nipple in his mouth.
When he stood up again, he placed a trail of kisses from my collar bone, up my neck, to below my ear. "You are so gorgeous," he murmured before kissing me again.
As our tongues swirled around each other, I reached for the waistband of his jeans. I slid my fingers over the top and undid the button. "So are you," I said. Pressed against him, chest to chest, he felt like a wall of muscle. His thick erection pressedagainst his boxer-briefs as I tried to shimmy his jeans down his legs. I tried to be careful, but he had no patience for that. Without separating our lips, he took a step back so he could tear off his jeans on his own.
Once he was free, he started working on my pants. "Let's get you out of these," he said.
I took a couple of steps back so I could look him over as I stepped out of my jeans. His legs were just as strong as the rest of him. I had always appreciated his body. But now, looking him over, I gained a new sense of appreciation for it. He was unlike anyone else. And, judging from the way the black fabric of his underwear was struggling to contain him as his eyes roamed my body, he liked what he saw, too.
In two quick strides, Dom closed the gap between us again. He lifted me up in one practiced motion, so the thin lace of my underwear was against the v of muscles at the bottom of his torso. I wrapped my legs around him instinctively as he squeezed my ass. I didn't know what he had planned and I didn't care. He could push me against a wall or bend me over his desk. Whatever he wanted. As long as he was against me, I didn't care.
A moment later he had tossed me onto his bed. I reached up, trying to pull him down with me, but he gripped my wrist. "Not yet," he said, placing it over my head. With his other hand, he tore off my underwear.
I gasped as his fingers ran over my wetness. We had barely started, but I was already soaked. He smiled at the realization. "You can't wait for me to get inside you."
"Uh huh," I said. I bit my lip. He had started circling my clit with his fingertips, ever so gently and I was trying not to moan.
There was no holding back a moment later. He increased his speed until a low groan escaped my lips. Once he found the pace I liked, he didn't let up until I was gripping his sheets. Somehow, he had figured it out almost immediately. My body was finickywith what it liked, but I hadn't needed to talk him through it. "Right there. Just like that."
He leaned down so his forehead was resting against mine. "I want you to come for me," he whispered. "I want to see what your orgasm face looks like before I fuck you."
It snuck up on me. It usually took me a while to go over the edge, but picturing him fucking me while he rubbed me did it almost instantly. I closed my eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over me, bucking my hips against his hand.
When my eyes fluttered open again, Dom was standing next to the bed, completely naked. He was gripping his cock, pumping his hand as he watched me. My tongue wet my lips. I had been able to feel how long and thick he was when he had been pressed against me, but seeing it fully was different. It was a good thing I was soaked. He was going to need to ease in slowly.
He started to ask me something. "Do you—" I never figured out what he was going to say. Words failed him as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I nudged his hand off of the base of his shaft, replacing it with my own as I swirled my tongue around the tip. After I sealed my lips around him, he muttered, "Fuck."
As I bobbed my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair. I judged what he liked by his breathing, repeating the motion that had made his breath hitch in his throat. I looked up through my eyelashes, watching the expression of bliss on his face at what I was doing. Knowing that I was doing that to him made me want him more.
After a couple of minutes, he gently tried to pull away. "I need you to stop," he said, voice hoarse.
I obliged. As much as I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given me, I didn't want him to finish before we had the chance to have sex. I reached for his hand, pulling him onto thebed with me. I lay on one of the pillows and gestured for him to lay next to me. "I need you inside me."
He gave me a long, slow kiss. "One second." He rolled over to open his nightstand drawer.
"I'm clean. And I have an IUD," I said as I saw him tearing off a condom. Normally, I had a strict policy about condoms. There was no way for me to fully trust somebody in a matter of months. Dom was different, though. If he said he was clean, I trusted him. I had put my trust in him years ago and he had never failed me.
"I am, too. But I am not risking getting you pregnant," he said as he slid the latex down his shaft. A moment later, his lips were on mine again. His fingers started tracing circles around my clit again. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his headboard, letting the sensations wash over me. In a husky voice, Dom asked, "How do you want me to fuck you?"
Every way, I thought to myself. But then I glanced at his cock again. "I think it's going to take me a bit to adjust to you. Let's… let's go slow."
