Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“I like being in your bed.” I crawled to the side he was standing on and rose up to kiss him. First on the mouth, and then slowly down over the curve of his jaw, his throat until I reached the collar of his shirt. Then I sunk down and began working on his belt.
Dominic drew in his breath sharply as I pulled him free. He was hard as a rock underneath my gently stroking fingers, and when his hands came up to touch me, I could feel the unsteadiness in them. He slipped one into my hair, tangling, rooting there. The other went to my breasts. Again, though, he didn’t undo the clasp. He just caressed as gently as I was caressing.
“I like you in it, too,” he said, his voice thick and drugged.
Heat was pooling between my legs as he slipped his fingers beneath the lace of my bra and squeezed. I bent my head lower and took the swollen head of his cock in my mouth, sliding my lips up and down the shaft slowly. I’d never done this with anyone, but from Dominic’s reaction, I had a feeling I was doing it right. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he slipped his other hand around my back, fumbling for the clasp. He found it instantly, flicking it open and freeing my breasts.
I held onto his outer thighs for balance as I bobbed up and down, feeling how tense he was, like he was holding himself back. His fingers were twisted in my hair now, but he didn’t do anything to control the movement.
I pulled off long enough to ask, “Does it feel good?”
“Too good,” he said, his voice guttural with the effort of controlling himself. “But I want to make you feel good.”
“You did. You do.” I arched against his hand as he dragged his rough palms over my breasts again, stimulating my sensitive nipples. “I like that.”
Dominic pinched and squeezed as I went back to sucking, taking him as deep as I could, until I felt him against the back of my throat, and then pulling back. Every muffled groan from above sent a jolt of power through me. He was letting me make him vulnerable.
Suddenly, he was pulling me off. I looked up at him questioningly to see his chest was rising and falling quickly, his face almost a grimace. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, the words sounding like they were being strangled out of him.
I almost laughed in disbelief. Here I was, naked in his bed but for a brief pair of bikini panties, the knob of his cock shiny from my mouth. “We are doing it, Dominic.”
“I could stop now, if you changed your mind.” His hands moved to cup my face, keeping it upturned toward his so that he could read my expression. His face seemed very far above mine, nearly lost in the shadows, but his eyes glimmered down at me.
“I told you I’m not changing my mind,” I whispered, rising up on my knees. My mouth was level with his throat, so I pressed a kiss there, then on the granite line of his jaw.
“Say it,” he ordered, refusing to lower his mouth to mine.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, my lips close to his ear. I dipped my tongue into the shell of it.
Before I could even squeak with surprise, he’d gathered me up in his arms and dropped me down on the bed, covering my body with his. His knee was between my legs, and I arched up against it, feeling the roughness of it in the sensitive apex of my thighs. I wanted to clamp my legs around his and push into this feeling, but he was too heavy. His body was hard and hot, a clamp over mine, as his mouth devoured the soft skin of my throat, then moved down to my breasts.
I held onto his shoulders as he took one breast and then the other in his mouth, scraping his teeth over the stiff peaks until I wanted to scream. “Please,” I whispered again and again. “I want you inside me.”
Finally, after I thought I might come just from the stimulation of his teeth and tongue, he rose up on his forearms and slipped his hand between my thighs, working one finger in and then another.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered, pumping them in and out, his thumb working my clit, pushing me toward another orgasm.
“Dominic,” I begged, writhing against him. “Please, fuck me.” I’d never said anything so raw in my life, it barely sounded like my own voice anymore, there was so much need in it.
He hesitated only a moment, then moved his hand out of the way so that he could line up his cock with my entrance. I felt the weight and pressure of his large head, but I wasn’t afraid. I wanted him too much. I pushed against it eagerly, gasping as he began sliding inside. His face was tight with the strain of going slowly, of letting me adjust to it inch by inch. I stopped pushing up against him as I felt myself stretching around his large cock. There was a heavy pressure, and again, he gritted out, “Are you sure?”