Chapter Thirty-Five
Maria
My front door swung open, startling me, and in stormed Dom. What was he doing here? Before I could even open my mouth to ask, he was asking his own question. “Where’s Isabella?”
I looked around and brushed my hair back from my face. “What? She’s at a friend’s.”
My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest. Why was Dom here? What was he doing here? Same question, but you see how it was all that was floating around in my mind?
“Good,” Dom said and made a beeline right for me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me.
My hands slid around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair on the nape of it. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, and dug his fingertips into my scalp, pulling me close. Closer.
A moan sounded in my throat as the dam that was there to keep us from this moment broke wide the hell open, water rushing in by the second. With each languid stroke of his tongue against mine. With every feral sound that came from me as he raked his teeth over my lips and sucked on my bottom one before tracing it with his tongue.
When we finally came up for air, I looked into his eyes, searching them for an answer to the question that wouldn’t shut up in my head. “What are you doing here?” I finally voiced it.
“Say it, Maria.” His words came out harsh and demanding, like this was life or death and I needed to do as he commanded.
The stakes felt incredibly high, but I wasn’t entirely sure I understood what he was getting at. Call me stupid, but I had to make sure. My eyebrows furrowed. There was no way— No. He couldn’t be telling me to say I love him. Could he? How did he know?
“Say it,” he repeated. Then, “I know you love me. Say it.” He knows.
My heart burst in my chest, and I couldn’t deny him, couldn’t lie to him. My pulse sped up, my mouth went dry, and I swallowed. “I love you, Dom. I love you, Dominic Deluca. You’re my best friend and the love of my life.”
Boy, that felt good to get off my chest. I hadn’t even known for long, and yet, it felt like I was in a prison of my own making, keeping it to myself. From him, the one person I wanted to know more than anything.
His eyes were transfixed on my lips, and the next thing I knew his lips were slamming down on mine. He swiped his tongue along the center of my lips, so I parted for him. He’d been all I’d been able to think about lately. He consumed my every thought. I’d missed him more than I cared to admit. More than I knew what to do with. It was like when Dom wasn’t around, a piece of my heart was missing and it was torture to go on, to take a breath. Everything felt like a chore and a half.
Now I knew what people were talking about when they talked about soulmates.
It wasn’t one thing. It was every little thing combined to make it where this one person, this chosen person, was yours, meant to be yours forever. For all eternity.
I truly, deep in my soul, believed that Dom was mine. He was my soulmate.
I knew it might have sounded corny, but I didn’t care.
He kissed me with every ounce of affection in him, our tongues a tangled-up mess. He groaned, and I moaned in response. Look at us, finally leaning into our feelings. Who knew we’d ever get to this point?
We tore our mouths apart (much to our dismay), and my mind kept wandering to that place that wondered how he knew. What brought him here? In between trying to catch my breath, I said, “Italy.”
Thankfully, he knew exactly what I was saying without saying it because he shook his head against my lips. His grip on my face as strong as ever. “Fuck Italy.”
But I had to pull back to really study his expression. I had to make sure this was what he wanted because more than anything, I didn’t want him to sacrifice any piece of his happiness for me. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Jeff’s getting me out of it. I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He stuffed a hand in his pocket and pulled out the pair of panties I’d tossed at him before we played chess. “I haven’t washed them.” Oh my goodness. He brought them to his nose and inhaled. “Smells like the woman I love.”
I licked my lips and let my gaze fall down to his pants. “Now I know why you wanted to know if Isabella was here.”
“I have to have you.”
“That can be arranged.”
He gave me a devilish grin. “I had a feeling you’d say that. You can’t deny it anymore. You can’t tell me you’re not wet. That you haven’t thought about what it’d be like to be with me when you finally told me you love me. Knowing that we both love each other.” He grunted. “Because I’ll tell you right here, right now, I have. So fucking much, and if I think about it too much, my cock gets frighteningly hard.”
“How hard?” I asked, loving how outspoken he was with me, and also majorly turned on knowing I made him hard or rather, the thought of me and us being a couple.
“Harder than it’s ever been,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling it down to feel his cock. “Do you feel that?”
I tightened my legs as I got aroused. I wanted to free him, to unzip his pants and free the bulldog. “Yes,” I choked out. “Do you want to know a secret?”
“Hmm?” he questioned, his eyes lust-filled and such a dark brown they may as well have been black with unreleased, raw desire.
I leaned in close and gave it a hard squeeze. Screw delicate. I was taking what I wanted in every sense of the word, and I wanted him. All of him. Every inch of him. “From now on, I’ll be referring to your cock as Bulldog,” I whispered in a low, sensual voice against the shell of his ear.
The sensation must have driven him wild with need because his jaw twitched. “I think I can live with that. Do you want to pet Bulldog?”
I shook my head and slanted my lips. “Maybe another time.”
He grabbed my wrist, tossed the panties on the couch, and undid his pants, pulling them down. “Watch me take him out,” he demanded.
My palms grew sweaty with anticipation. I’d never been fond of petting zoos, but this one in particular, I had a feeling I was going to love. Admission was closed, though, okay? This one was only open for me. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, pushing him.
He turned his head and walked back to my door, flipping the lock. “Had to make sure we don’t get any unexpected visitors. We’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.”
I pursed my lips. “I agree, so get back here, and get on with it already,” I said, my hands out, fingers wiggling in anticipation of him closing the gap between us again.
He pulled down his boxers and unleashed Bulldog. It was a sight to behold, like it always was. Shucking them off, he stepped out of his pants and boxers. “Go ahead. Taste what it’s like to be loved by a real man.”
I raked my teeth over my bottom lip and then bit the corner of it. I looked up at him through hooded eyes as I brought my forefinger to a bead of his pre-arousal. Then I brought it to my mouth and delighted in the salty flavor. “Mmm,” I moaned. “Tastes like true love to me.”
An aggravated groan escaped him. “I can’t wait another second to be inside you. Strip for me.”
I sucked the rest of him off my finger and released it with a pop. “Sorry, had to make sure it was clean. You know how I feel about sticky fingers.”
He ran a hand against his length, tugging lightly. “While you get undressed, tell me something.” He grunted. “Do you feel empty without me inside you?”
I nodded. And I was almost completely naked at this point. What could I say? I had the best type of motivation to move fast. The only thing I had left was my panties. “I wish you could make a home inside me.”
“Oh, baby, when I push into you, it always feels like coming home.” His eyes flickered down to my panties and he clacked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He let go of Bulldog and wagged a finger in my face. “What did I say about going commando?”
I shrugged. “You weren’t around. I didn’t think we’d ever enjoy the benefits again.”
“Wrong on multiple accounts.” He plucked a finger up, counting the ways. “I’m never leaving. I will always be around. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. And there’s no benefits about this, do you understand? I’m not fucking you, Maria. Not anymore. No, we’re making love. From here on out, anytime my. . . Bulldog”—he smirked—“enters your pussy, we’re making love.”
I sprawled my hands on his chest. “So we’re becoming one?”
“No two ways about it,” he agreed. “Now ditch the panties, and I don’t ever want to see you wear them again. In fact, burn all the ones you own. From now on, I want easy access to take you whenever and wherever I want.”
He took off his shirt as I lost my panties, kicking my feet and letting them fall to the floor.
I opened my mouth to speak, but instead I whimpered as his mouth came down on mine, and he pushed me into the living room, my backside ramming up against the back of the couch. “Can’t wait,” he said. “Have to be inside you.”
“Good,” I replied, widening my eyes. “Because that’s where I want you.” He gave my ass a friendly tap. “Turn around.” He held both of his hands on my hips, positioning me just the way he wanted me.
I bent over the couch. Flipping my hair to one side, I looked over my shoulder. “You have no idea how badly I want you.” I didn’t need to touch myself to know that I was soaked.
He palmed my butt cheek before giving it a light spank. “If it’s half as bad as the way I want you, then you must be as wet as an entire bottle of lube.”
I exhaled, waiting for him to enter me from behind. It was like waiting for water to boil, though. “Are you going to do it already?”
“Patience is something you sorely lack.”
“I’d like to be sore, and I could be if you’d enter me already.”
He roared with laughter. “You’ll be sore, all right. Because you’re coming multiple times.”
I swallowed. “Multiple times?” I’d never done that before. Part of me wondered if that was even something I could do.
“Yep, so get ready.”
“I don’t think I can—”
He didn’t wait for me to finish my sentence, just moved his hips and slammed Bulldog into me so fast, so ferociously that I could feel the stretch. It wasn’t painful, though. It actually felt. . . good.
My heart did cartwheels as my pussy pulsed at a rapid pace. It was like it had its own heartbeat.
He pounded into me at a rough, punishing pace that had my butt cheeks bouncing. “I love this angle because I get to see you take my cock like a good girl. Do you know how well you’re taking it? Bulldog can’t wait to bark for you.”
He was buried deep inside me—just as I wanted—and I felt so incredibly full. Dom had been right because this time wasn’t like past times we’d had sex. It felt different. I felt more connected to him. And all I wanted to do was look at him. I turned my head, but he pulled on my hair, making me face forward again. “Faster,” I said, urgency in my voice.
He moved his hands on my hips, adjusting them so he entered me more, if that as even possible. “I wish you could see the way you stretch to take me. You’re practically swallowing me whole, and it’s fucking incredible.”
I’d never felt as alive as I did in this moment.
The only two sounds filling the air were the slap of his hips against my butt and our arousals with each hard thrust.
“You ready to come?” he asked.
I arched my back and pushed myself onto him even further. I think I was. “Almost.”
He brought his thumb around to my clit and rubbed circles on it. Then he took two fingers, not even easing into me with one at a time, and pushed them inside me.
Oh, man.
The pressure was too much.
It was everywhere, and I couldn’t take it. “I’m going to come,” I told him.
“That’s it. Give me your first orgasm, so we can move onto the second one. Coat my cock. Make sure it’s a lot, too, okay? That way you’re dripping everywhere when you’re done.”
That was all it took for my body to tighten, my butt cheeks to clench, and for me to clench down on his cock like a vise. It was an explosion of color as I white-knuckled it, grasping the couch hard.
* * *
Dominic
Talk about coming. Maria was the greediest I’d ever seen her. I’d never emptied so much of myself inside her before. Her walls made sure to take every last drop and then some from my balls.
I lazily thrust a few more times before leaving it all with her and letting my forehead drop against her back. “You’re incredible,” I barely got out, my breath so hard to catch. It felt like I’d ran a damn marathon.
“Thanks. You, too,” she replied, her breathing heavy.
I scooped her up in my arms and took her upstairs.
I set her down on the bed. “I’m going up against the headboard, and you’re going to sit on my face.”
She chewed on her lower lip in a way that was driving me wild, my spine tingling. “You want me to sit on your face?”
Did she think I was kidding? “ I had the appetizer, and now I want the main dish.”
I fully intended on worshipping her every day for the rest of my life, but right now I’d start with her glistening, swollen pussy. I was hungry. Scratch that—I was starving, and I needed to eat a substantial meal before I died.
She hovered over me, her eyes connected with mine. “And you’re sure?”
“I want you to suffocate me.”
“Um.”
“I can’t think of a better way to go than from your pussy suffocating me.” I wet my lips. “Death by Maria’s pussy.”
Her cheeks reddened, and her tits grew pert. She liked that notion. Of course she did. She was my girl, and I could finally think that and not feel like a fool because it was true. Maria Morelli was my girl.
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
Eagerly, she sank her knees into the mattress on either side of me.
“Grab the headboard, so it’s easier for you to ride my face.”
She did, and then she sunk down, but at too slow of a rate for my liking, so I took the lead, pulling her down on me. Her pussy was on my face, and my first order of business was to lick her puffy folds.
Her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head. She let out a low whimper. “That’s right, baby, relax and let me be in control.”
Three things she was lousy at: Relinquishing control. Accepting change. Trusting others.
I loved her in spite of those things.
Oh, who the hell was I kidding? I loved her knowing those things.
Like I’d said before—there wasn’t a thing I’d change about her.
She swore she wasn’t perfect, but if that was the case, then she was my perfectly imperfect girl. No two ways about it.
My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as I helped her ride my face, guiding her before she got the hang of it and found her own pace. She continued to roll her hips back and forth. I held my tongue out, making sure she swiped against it so I could drag my tongue along her.
I moved my hands to her butt and held on tight, so tight I knew I’d leave marks. She moaned in response, throwing her head back in pleasure.
A few more rolls of her hips and she was screaming my name, her body tensing. “Dom, Dom. Oh, Dommmm. . . .” Her cries were loud and unabashed.
I feasted on her and took everything she gave me, never wanting this to end.
Luckily for me, it was only the beginning for us.