“Your first time shouldn’t be like this,” he growls. “It should be with someone you trust. Someone—”
“Dominique.” I give him a second. Looking back, I meet his conflicted gaze. “I trust you.”
His nostrils flare. “You do?”
I nod. “Yes. Now please, fuck me already.” He sinks in another inch, his eyes carefully watching me for my reaction. He's stretching me to my limits and I can scarcely breathe.
He goes a little deeper.
My body is tight, my muscles clenching against the intrusion.
He pushes into me agonizingly slowly until he’s sheathed himself fully. He gives my body a second to adjust and then he moves. In and out as he continues to thrust inside me. I grind my teeth together against the pain. It’s not a lot, but enough to be uncomfortable. His body blankets me, his chin resting against my shoulder, breath against my ear. “Relax into it. Let me make you feel good.”
I do what he says and force myself to relax, the tension in my body melting away to be replaced with tingling sensations. “That’s it.”
He leans back, hands gripping my hips as he increases his pace.
I gasp when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. I moan. My mind goes blank and all I can think about, all I can feel, is Dominique moving inside of me.
I push back on my knees, meeting him thrust for thrust, and then I’m coming again, my release spilling out of me on a guttural moan.
He slides out of me and flips me onto my back before sliding right back in, barely missing a beat. He hooks one arm under my knee, lifting my leg up and out to achieve a deeper angle.
I cling to his shoulders as he pounds into me, neither of us saying anything over the sounds of our flesh coming together. One of his hands cups the back of my neck and I stare into his eyes, even as I raise my hips to meet him.
His thrusts come faster, his face tight with tension as he surges inside me. “This what you need?” He forces out the words. I know what he’s asking, so I don’t hesitate to answer.
“Yes. More. Over and Over.” I want to fall asleep from exhaustion. I don’t want to lie here and think about my dead mom. About the pain or how helpless I feel. “Fuck me and don’t stop. Okay? Not until I pass out. Until neither of us can go anymore.”
A tremor moves through him and he nods. Good. We’re in agreement.
His mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue licking against my own and his teeth scraping over my bottom lip. At some point the sun sets and the light coming through the windows dims. His forehead rests against my shoulder and my hands cling to his back, nails digging in when he stiffens and groans, pumping out his release.
He slumps against me, our breathing loud in the room. He takes a moment to catch his breath before sliding out of me. I hiss, but don’t say anything. Dominique pulls off the condom, leaving to get rid of it before pulling another one out and setting it on the nightstand. I’m not sure how long a guy needs to recover, but he doesn’t let me think on it long before he’s reaching for me, his fingers sliding between my legs. First, he inserts one finger. Then a second. He works his fingers inside of me, rotating and rubbing every inch inside of me as he thrusts them in and out.
He adds a thirds and I cry out, his mouth crashing over mine and swallowing my cries.
I don’t know how long he finger fucks me. Long enough for me to come again and for him to get hard. When he pulls out of me, he licks my juices from his fingers and slides the new condom over his cock.
He positions himself at my entrance again and I nod, letting him know I want this. Want more. He slides into me, a curse slipping past his lips.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Don’t stop.”
We fuck two more times before we’re both incapable of moving. After he disposes of the condom, I push up to leave. My legs feel like rubber and my head spins, but I think I can make it back to the guest room, only Dominique stops me.
He slips back into bed beside me and grabs me from behind, pulling my hips against his. My back to his front.
“Sleep,” he grunts, tucking my head beneath his chin.
“But—”
“Sleep.”
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and for the first time in a long time, I do what Dominique tells me to do. I sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
I’m fucked. I am seriously and thoroughly fucked.
