“That’s even better,” he said. He closed the gap between us. His hands cupped my ass, pressing me against his bulging erection. I had to crane my neck to kiss him again. My chest swelled as his bare skin pressed against mine.
“We will have plenty of time to stare later,” I said as my fingers started working on the button of his jeans. “I want to fuck you before it gets too late.” I hated that it was a consideration. I wanted to be able to spend all night with him, naked and exploring each other’s bodies. But there was no denying that we were going to need energy to succeed tomorrow.
He didn’t need to be told twice. “Then let’s get started.”
Stripping him down proved harder than I was expecting, because he was determined to get me naked before he was. He had the advantage of only needing to deal with my bralette and underwear, while I had to work his stupid jeans before I couldget to his boxer-briefs. Plus, he had the strength advantage. I was fit, but I didn't compare to him.
I managed to get his underwear halfway down his thighs before I was fully nude. Dom shoved me back onto the bed, letting my legs dangle over the edge, before kicking away the pile of clothing that had formed at his feet.
He started circling my clit slowly with his tongue before settling into a faster pace and pressure. The only thought running through my mind was that he had remembered the way I liked it. I clearly wasn’t the only one who had replayed the night over and over again.
He ran a finger between my lips, getting it covered in my wetness. He stopped with his tongue just for a moment to watch what he was doing. He quickly slipped in one finger, then two, changing the angle ever so slightly so he was hitting my g-spot. I gasped as his middle and index fingers pushed inside me. Encouraged by my noises, he settled between my legs.
I closed my eyes as my breath hitched. As he worked his magic, I reached down and grabbed his free hand. “I’m close,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. My toes curled as my orgasm washed over me. I squeezed his hand, only easing up once I had finished. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, while I panted. Dom stood up. He gave me a moment to catch my breath, but shot me a grin that made my heart skip a beat.
I stood and leaned in for a kiss. I wrapped one arm around him, while my other hand reached for his cock. His hips bucked as my fingers wrapped around his thickness. “Mmm,” he murmured, the noise muffled against my mouth.
The drop of precum on the end of his cock rubbed against my stomach as I stroked him. “I have no idea where the condoms they gave me ended up,” I said apologetically. There had been six of the foil packets on my bedside table when I hadarrived. Apparently, it was expected that people were going to be hooking up all week. Whoever was in charge of health and safety had decided that the best they could do would be to try to limit the spread of STDs by ensuring that free condoms were readily available.
When I saw them, I had scoffed. The bedside table was tiny. There was hardly room for anything next to the lamp that was on top of it. I’d thought that I would have no need for the condoms, but I did need easy access to my chargers, lip balm, and the slew of sleep aids I’d brought to help me sleep despite the twenty-four seven action of Athlete’s Village. I had moved them somewhere else to make space.
Dom wasn’t prepared for me to stop kissing him. His head moved forward several inches as I pulled away. Where had I put them? My eyes darted around the room. After a week, the place was cluttered with everything I’d brought and accumulated. I had no recollection of where I’d put them. They were in the room somewhere, but I would need to start flinging open drawers.
“I don’t know where I put the condoms,” I said apologetically. Stupid, stupid Hazel, I thought. We were going to tear the room apart while naked. I was sure Dom knew exactly where the ones in his room had ended up, but he wasn’t going to be able to go out anytime soon.
He responded immediately. “I’m fine without one if you are.”
I nodded. “I haven’t slept with anyone since the last time.”
“Same,” he said. Then, before I had time to respond, he had lifted me up.
I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved my back against the wall. He had raised me so we were face to face, making it easier to kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support, pressing my breasts against him in the process. My tongue explored his mouth as he held me one-handed. I whimpered as the head of his cock flicked against my clit. Dom smiled as wekissed. “You are so wet,” he whispered. He rubbed the tip of his erection against me, wetting it with my natural lubrication.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
I felt myself stretching as he eased himself inside me. He used his grip on my ass to help himself get situated as he trusted in, inch by inch. I inhaled sharply and my muscles clenched as he filled me. “Oh my God,” I mumbled into his shoulder.
“Look at me,” Dom said, voice gruff. “I want to be able to kiss you and watch your face as I fuck you.”
I bit my lip as I leaned my head against the wall. Fuck, he was big. The tension in my chest was building with every thrust. “You are so fucking hot,” I said.
His lips crashed against mine again. How could we have ever worried that this would be a problem? We should have been doing this for the last few months.
Dom stopped thrusting as he pulled me away from the wall. “I’m going to put you down,” he said. “I’m going to take you from behind so you can touch yourself while I fuck you.”
I didn’t want him to stop, but he lifted me up by my ass and pulled me off of his cock. He dropped me onto the bed and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”
I did as instructed. Dom thrust inside me again, getting his entire length inside of me in three quick thrusts. I groaned as his cock stretched me out again. He slapped my ass as he started thrusting again, slow and so deep. “Play with your clit. I want you to come again.”
As soon as I started touching myself, he picked up the pace. I moved my hips as he did, helping the angle of his cock and my finger. I was so sensitive. My fingers moved quickly, slipping with all the wetness. “Fuck,” I groaned. He was going to send me over the edge.
Suddenly, he thrust in even farther and I gasped. “Oh fuck,” he said. I felt his cock twitching inside me as he came, shoved in asfar as he could get. I kept working myself and it didn’t take long before I started shaking, too.
When he pulled out, I realized I was completely unprepared for the cleanup. “One second,” Dom said. He reached for the nightstand and pulled a couple of thin tissues out. “Here.”
A few minutes later, we crawled under my sheets together, still naked. Dom was leaning back on my pillow, propped up against the headboard. I rested my head on his chest, right above his heart. I listened to the steady thumping of it beating while his fingertips danced across my upper arm.
