“You know,” he says as he grabs me by the thighs, tugging me down towards him. “Ever since that night in the car, since I had you at my fingertips,” he says as he kisses my bare thighs, “I have been imagining,fantasizingabout what it would be like to taste you.”
“Really?” I ask as I rake my fingertips down his hard shoulders and over a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before.
“Every…fucking…night,” he says. His eyes burn into mine, and I swear the shudder those words send through me is enough to make me come. Dominic’s mouth finally makes contact with my pussy, suckling on the nerve-filled skin, sending a wave of pleasure through my body hard enough to unhinge me.
“Fuck me, you know what to do with that tongue,” I tell him, biting my lips hard enough to draw blood.
“Did you ever doubt me, baby girl?” he asks.
“I mean–” I try to tease back, but a moment later his tongue finds my clit and burrows into it.
“Fuck,” I cry out, not caring if the neighbors, the lawn boy, or even Lady Gaga herself can hear it. Dom continues to suck and lick and lap and tease the hell out of every hidden nerve on mybody. I moan and whimper loud enough that even God doesn’t need to strain to hear it.
“Dom,” I beg.
“What?” he grits out.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whine.
“And?”
“And I need you to get on with it!” I say, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging on it.
“Oh really?” he asks, letting out a gravelly chuckle. “Is that how you ask?”
“It sounded pretty good to me,” I say as I squirm on the bed.
“Is that how you ask?” he drills every word out.
I stare at him and my hips lift towards his mouth. His hands shove my ass back onto the bed, breaking all contact. I can’t even feel the heat of his breath anymore.
“Please,” I say. “Please, I need to get off.”
“Say it again,” he commands.
“Please. I need to come. I needyouto make me come.”
Dom stares at me for a moment, leaving me waiting. Needing. And then finally, after the longest moment of my life, he covers my pussy with his mouth again. His tongue licks and sucks on my clit until the waves of my orgasm roll through me over and over.
Dominic comes up to face me, and my desire glistens on his mouth and chin. Then, he stands up in front of me and shoves his briefs down his legs to show me his erection in all its glory.
In the car that night, the dimness of a streetlamp was the only light around. Right now, the lights in my room are on, and I can see every inch of his body. I take him in slowly, from his hard jawline to the ridges of his abdomen to his hard, smooth cock. It’s impressive. He holds it in his palm, and I can almost see it throbbing in anticipation.
“Roll over,” he tells me, drawing a circle in the air with his finger.
“On my stomach?” I ask.
“On your knees,” he says, and I turn over on all fours. The mirror on the wall displays our reflection. My perky tits, my hair falling over my shoulders, my lips parted in anticipation. The heat in his eyes, his dick heavy in his hand, his abs flexing as he takes two steps towards the bed.
His hand lands on my hips, and he yanks me backward. Then he runs the tip along my length, making me wetter as he glides towards my slit before he enters me in one thrust.
“Fuck,” I let out, jetting forward with the thrust.
“Too much?” He asks, and I shake my head.
“No. Never,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says, running his hand through my hair before fisting it in his hand and pulling just hard enough to bring my head back slightly. He grinds into me, slowly at first, then a little more quickly. With every glide, I can feel him filling me more and more with slick, intentional heat.
