Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Sylvie was perched on his lap. Everything about her was so sweet, from her ripe pink lips to the blush in her cheeks. And those blue irises, now that they were out from behind her glasses—the girl was stunning. He’d admired her looks before, but now he couldn’t pull his eyes away from her.
Dominic had always gravitated toward beautiful things. Art, music. But she wasn’t just outwardly attractive. He liked Sylvie, though he’d implied that her dislike for him was mutual.
He felt lucky to get even this much of her.
Sylvie wasn’t like any other woman he’d met.
He couldn’t imagine her growing up in a small town full of cows, like a tropical flower growing amidst a field of wheat.
There was nothing wrong with wheat, necessarily.
But Sylvie was so unexpected, and that only increased her value in his eyes.
Like a classically trained opera singer busking on an otherwise unremarkable street corner.
He’d meant to wait longer to kiss her, but then he just couldn’t resist.
Dominic touched his tongue to the seam of her lips. Sylvie opened up to him, deepening the kiss. Her mouth was as plush as velvet. His dick had been swelling before, but now he was rock hard.
Slow down, he told himself.
Dominic was trying to pace himself so this experience could last all afternoon. He’d show her how much he could accomplish with just his fingers. After he was done, she’d be begging him to fuck her. It could be a power trip, getting a beautiful, intelligent woman into his bed.
But from Sylvie? He wanted more than that. She was obviously attracted to his body, but with her, the real challenge was winning over her mind.
If he did this right, she’d spend more time talking with him after today. Even—gasp—start to like him. Sylvie’s attention felt like a gift, and he wanted to earn more of it.
Orgasms were the best place to start.
Dominic lay Sylvie back against the couch and stretched out on his side, facing her.
While they kissed, he pressed his palm flat to her stomach, teasing his fingers just under the edge of her shirt, grazing the bottom edge of her bra.
His hand moved to her arms, then down her side to her waist and hip.
Tracing her outline. His fingers roved over the black denim of her jeans, thumb rubbing the seam from the inside of her knee to her inner thigh.
Sylvie bent her leg and let it fall open slightly, making room for his hand to travel further up. An invitation. He didn’t accept just yet.
Instead, he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She moaned, rolling toward him, placing her hands against his chest.
Slowly, he dragged his fingers along her thighs again until he reached her crotch. He drew a light circle against the seam right over her core. She made a needy sound and her hips lifted, seeking firmer contact.
“Tell me what you like, Sylvie. Do you want me to touch you gently? Should I go slow?” He kissed her just the way he’d described, letting his mouth linger on hers. “Or do you want my fingers to be rough and fast and dirty?”
Sylvie grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss her again. She thrust her tongue past his lips. Dominic’s thumb kept rubbing against her. She was so hot beneath his hand.
“Slow at first,” she panted. “Then fast. Definitely dirty.” She reached for the button of her fly and popped it open.
Dominic buried his nose in her hair. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“God, yes.”
“One finger? More?”
“Would you shut the fuck up and put your hand down my pants?”
Sylvie lowered her zipper. Smiling, Dominic put his hand on her stomach and started sliding it downwards. He stayed above her panties, lowering his fingers until he could cup her crotch. The fabric of her panties was damp.
Sylvie practically growled. She yanked his hand back up, then shoved it down, this time inside of her underwear. Dominic couldn’t help laughing.
“So many rules and demands. I can hardly keep it all straight.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage.”
“I think I’ll do better than that.”
He slid his fingers down again and finally felt the center of her. So hot and slippery. He nudged his fingers between her folds and gently rubbed around the edge of her opening.
She gasped so loudly Dominic worried Maureen would hear it downstairs. But then he quickly dismissed any concern. Maureen could probably guess what they were doing.
Dominic found her most sensitive spot. He pressed the nub lightly, not wanting to overstimulate her. But Sylvie’s answering moan and a thrust of her hips told him that she was already primed for more. He dipped his middle finger into her wetness again and used the lubrication to massage her clit.
“Oh, yes. Right there.” She opened her legs, giving him better access.
At the same time, Sylvie reached for his zipper. He’d wanted to make her come at least once before his dick came out to play, but if she was that eager, why not?
He diverted his attention from her for just a second so he could pull himself out of his pants. They both moaned as she closed her grip around his shaft.
Sylvie stroked his cock while Dominic returned to playing with her clit. Her touch was confident, her grip firm around him. Without a little more intensity, it wasn’t enough to make him come yet. But he was still having trouble concentrating. He had to bring the focus back to her.
Dominic curved his long finger downward, not stopping until he’d penetrated her tight channel. His thumb kept up the stimulation of her clit. Sylvie bucked against his hand, humming and moaning in a sweet, high voice, pretty as music in Dominic’s ears.
“God.”
“How’s that?” he murmured.
“More.” She wiggled her pants down further, so he could reach her even better. He added a second finger. He could tell she was almost there.
Sylvie was barely stroking his cock anymore, she was so distracted, and he was loving every second.
Any moment, and he’d have her right where she needed to be.