His strong hands continue working my torso, dipping a bit lower with every pass. Tony leans over, sliding his tongue between my parted lips as his hand circles around my shaft. My body arches out of the water as his thumb traces the head, dragging through the slit. “God, Tony…want you in here with me,” I plead. Tony stands, pushing my shoulders forward slightly to prop himself so he’s sitting along the top of the tub with one leg draped on either side of my body. It’d be so easy for me to turn around and take him into my mouth, but I’m surrendering control to him tonight.
“Be patient, baby. We have all night and nowhere to be tomorrow, either. I’m finally going to take my time with you.” His voice is strained and I know he’s trying hard to make this a memorable night for me. It will be unforgettable regardless, I only wish he’d get on with it because my mind keeps replaying his promise that he’s going to claim me and I’m hoping he’s going to find the primal side of himself that he’s been ignoring.
* * *
Tony
Dom hasn’t even touchedme, yet I feel utterly blissed out as I slide into the tub behind him. I’ve never felt particularly lonely in this house, but now that he’s here with me, it feels full. I hadn’t intended on any of this happening, but seeing the way he started freaking out when we pulled up to the curb, I knew I needed to do something to get his mind off the doubts. I have faith that we’ll be able to build a strong relationship, but for now, I’m going to remind him of the ways we already know that we work well together. The rest of the ways will be revealed in due time.
I twirl my fingers through the dark, wet curls that lead down to Dom’s dick, cursing myself as he begins grinding his ass against me. His hands work their way up and down my thighs, unable to reach where he wants them to be.
My hands come to rest on Dom’s hips, not wanting to push either one of us closer to coming right here. I kiss my way along Dom’s shoulder, savoring the sweet moans as his head falls back to rest against my body.
“To answer your question from earlier, our grandparents set up a trust fund for each of us and when mine was released, I knew I wanted to use it to get out from under my dad’s thumb,” I tell Dom. Perhaps it’s not the best time to get into deep conversations, but my hope is that he’ll be willing to open up to me just as I am to him. “My father tried to hide it from me, but my grandfather wasn’t a stupid man. He and my father never got along, and part of me thinks this was his way of flipping Dad the bird when he died.”
“Okay.” The single word is slurred and I know Dom’s finally completely relaxed. “Why are you telling me this now? It’s kind of a mood killer.”
“Because, baby, I want you to know everything there is to know about me and I want to know every detail about you as well,” I say softly. I bite Dom’s earlobe for no other reason than I can’t resist tasting him when my mouth is so close to his skin. “I could see you freaking out earlier, and I don’t want you to think this is something temporary for me. I know I made it sound like you moving in here would be convenient for both of us, but the truth is, I didn’t want to come home and not have you with me. You’re the first man who’s made me feel like my life would be empty without you waiting for me when I come home from a bad day at work. I’m falling in love with you.”
Dom’s body stiffens. It’s not the first time I’ve alluded to the depth of my feelings, but this is the closest I’ve come to flat out saying the words to him. If not for that little part in the back of my mind screaming that you can’t love someone you’ve only known for a couple of weeks, I’d be telling him every chance I get just how much he means to me.
“But you barely know me,” Dom protests. “What if you regret asking me to come down here with you once you learn more?”
“I won’t,” I promise him. My hands start working their way back up his body, hoping that the day will come when this vulnerable side of Dom fades to a distant memory. “I’ve already seen you at your lowest and I feel this way, so I don’t see anything happening to keep me from completely losing myself to you.”
Dom’s quiet for too long and now I’m the one questioning myself. What if I’m coming on too strong and he thinks I’m naïve and desperate because he’s the first man I’ve opened up to like this?
“See, now that was perfect,” he praises me. I cock my head to the side as Dom looks back at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. He stretches to kiss my jaw, running his hand along the other cheek. “I was waiting for you to ruin the moment, but you didn’t. I’m proud of you, DeLuca.”
Dom bursts out laughing and I retaliate by covering his face in bubbles. That leads to a bubble fight that I’m sure leaves more suds on the floor than in the tub, but eventually, we both settle back to enjoy the comfort we feel when we’re together. We wind up talking about random shit until the water goes tepid. Topics most people would cover over dinner on a first date, we discuss naked in the bathtub after moving in together. It probably won’t be the last thing we do completely backward from how a relationship ‘should’ be built.
“Come on, let’s get out of here before you turn into a prune,” I laugh, reaching for the towels I set on a shelf next to the tub. I get out first, wrapping one around my waist and then hold out the other for Dom. When I twist the ends together, I allow my fingers to linger just above Dom’s semi-hard dick. “I think we’ve done enough talking for one night.”
“About fucking time,” Dom quips, turning to press his wet chest against mine. “I mean, talking’s good and we need to do that, but there are so many other things I’d rather do tonight. Like see how comfortable that huge bed is.”
“Fuck, yes,” I agree emphatically, tugging on Dom’s towel to lead him back to the bedroom.
As Dom settles onto the bed, I scroll through my phone, building a quick playlist of songs that will help me show Dom just how much I mean it when I tell him that I’m falling in love. I turn around and my breath hitches as I see him splayed out in the center of my bed, erection jutting proudly between his legs.
I lick my lips as I cross the room to the bed, making one quick detour. I fumble through the top drawer of my dresser for the bottle of massage oil that was given to me as a gag gift over a year ago. Dom’s eyes track my movements, pleading with me to join him. The towel around my waist drops and I kick it out of the way.
Settling between Dom’s feet, I flip the cap open, pouring the sweet smelling oil into my palm. After coating both hands, I reach for Dom’s foot, propping it on my thigh. “I told you, baby, there’s no hurry tonight.”
I work my way to his knee and repeat the process on his other leg before repositioning myself so I’m sitting on top of his thighs. This time, I dribble a trail of oil from each shoulder down to the tight nubs on his chest and continue until the trails meet in the thatch of hair below his navel.
“Tony, this is sweet, but are you going to fuck me or what?” Dom growls. The fact that Dom’s cursing tells me that he’s hanging on by a thread at this point. He’s usually so eloquent that the slightest hint of vulgarity makes me sit up and listen to him. I prop myself so my elbows are on either side of his head, our stiff cocks slipping and sliding against one another as they become coated in the oil. My mouth is less than an inch from his, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of closing the distance.
“No, I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” I inform him bluntly. “Fucking is something you do with a guy you’re attracted to. What I feel with you, Dom, it’s so much more than that. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you so you’ll never doubt my confidence that we’re it for one another.”
Dom’s fingers dig into the back of my neck, forcing my mouth down to meet his. His hands move down to my ass as the kiss deepens, spreading the globes so the cool air hits my tight ring. Dom reaches for the bottle of oil that’s now on the mattress beside us, coating his fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as his middle finger breaches my entrance. As much as I’d love to let Dom stretch me so I can ease myself onto his cock, tonight’s about him. It has to be about him.
I pull his hand away, sliding off his legs. “Hold your legs up,” I instruct him. “Show me that ass.”
Dom does as he’s told and I slide a slick finger into his hot passage. I kiss and suck my way up the back of his thighs as I add a second finger, stretching him because I’m not going to last much longer without feeling his body wrapped around me. “Fucking beautiful.”
The scent of Dom’s arousal makes me grow even more desperate for him. I bury my face in his sweet ass, shoving my tongue into his hole. “Tony, please. Oh, God, baby, I need you.”
