Chapter 28 Dominic
Dominic
Dom. I want you.
Her words replay in my mind, over and over again. I search and search for hesitancy, for uncertainty, for something that will help me gain the strength to not cross this line, but fuck, all I see is warmth and passion and the kind of need I feel all the way to my cock.
She wants me. Not as an idea, not as a fleeting distraction, but as something real.
And there isn’t a single doubt about what I want—her. Completely.
I honestly wonder if I’ve wanted Hannah May from the very moment I came face to face with her beauty inside her boss’s office. But this, right here, is undeniable. There’s no turning back now.
The tiny thread that’s been holding it all together, keeping me in check, snaps, and I pull her to me, pressing my mouth to hers in the kind of kiss I’ve been fantasizing about since I got her to have fun with me onstage at the bar.
She tastes like want, like need, like the promise of something I’ve been searching for without even knowing it.
I tease and explore, letting my tongue delve into her mouth, moving in sync with hers in a slow, deliberate dance.
She kisses me right back, breathing her moans into my throat and sliding her hands into my hair. She moves her body above mine, straddling me and pressing herself against my already hard cock.
And the more I kiss her, the more I let my hands move up and down her soft skin, the more I feel like I can’t get enough of her. I want all of her. To taste and kiss and suck every single inch.
She pulls the flimsy tank top covering her breasts over her head and tosses it toward the floor, and I lean forward to suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth.
She moans and grinds herself against me, and when I move my attention to her other breast, her fingers reach down to try and undo the zipper of my jeans.
But I don’t give her any time to explore further. I flip her onto her back and move my body down hers, my mouth making a hot path from her chest to her hips. I slip my fingers just beneath the waistband of her tiny shorts and panties, and her body vibrates with need beneath my big hands.
Fuck, she’s beautiful, more beautiful than my brain can even comprehend, and I look to her for confirmation as I grip her shorts between my fingers.
“Yes.” Her head bobs up and down as she swallows another moan. “Touch me.”
Touch her. Fuck.
I slide her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, and she gets impatient when they reach her feet, kicking them off with erratic, desperate movements.
I move back up her body, pressing my mouth against her toes and her feet and her calves and her knees. And when I reach her thighs, she spreads them open for me, revealing herself in the most vulnerable but sexy way.
Her openness, her trust—it all hits me like a tidal wave. She’s giving herself to me in a way I never expected, and it makes me want to worship her, to savor every second of this.
So I give myself a moment to take in the view that is Hannah splayed out on her bed, completely bared, as her wanton eyes stare up into mine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight in my fucking life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Hannah,” I tell her again, and press kisses up each of her thighs.
She whimpers and her hips fidget and I let my mouth hover above her pussy, breathing warm air against her but not actually putting my mouth on her.
“Please,” she begs, pushing her hips up toward me in the most adorable, needy fucking way.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My mouth on her pussy, I let myself taste her. She’s wet and warm, and I can’t find the words to describe how fucking good she feels on my tongue.
It’s overwhelming, how much I want her, how much I need to make her feel good. Every moan, every shiver of her body, spurs me on like nothing ever has before.
The more I taste her, the more I want to taste her, and I slide my tongue as deep as it can go inside her, feeling just how tight she is.
My cock jerks in reaction, and my mind goes wild with thoughts of how much I’d love to sink inside her.
How much I’d love to fill her up and connect us as close as two people can be.
“Dom,” she breathes out on a whimper, and I actually feel my body vibrate and shake with need for her.
I keep eating at her, sucking and licking as her sweet arousal coats my tongue. Her moans are filling my ears, and her fingers clutch at my hair, and I’m desperate to know what Hannah looks like when she comes.
“Dom, please,” she begs me. Her hips thrust toward my face and her pussy only grows wetter on my tongue. “I want to feel you inside me.”
She wants me inside her. And fuck, fuck, fuck, I want that too.
God, do I want that.
But not tonight. Not now. I refuse to move things that fast. I care about her too much.
I ignore her pleas and keep eating at her until I can feel her body grow tight with her impending climax. And she’s close, so deliciously close, but she shocks the ever-living hell out of me when she abruptly changes her position, sliding her body out from under mine.
“Hannah?”
“Come with me,” she says and straddles my face, pushing her glorious pussy back to my mouth. Her fingers fidget with my jeans and it’s not long before she releases my cock from my briefs.
And then, her plush, silky lips are wrapped around me.
She sucks me into her mouth, and a deep groan escapes my lungs from how fucking good it feels. It’s heaven, being inside her mouth, and the only way I can distract myself from coming right on the spot is to taste and lick and lap at her clit.
But when she starts to suck me deeper and moan at the same time, I can feel my climax building in my fucking spine.
She’s drenched, so gloriously wet, and her hips start to thrust against my face in erratic movements as my mouth starts to take her to the edge.
I don’t know how she does it. I don’t know how it happens. But Hannah follows through on her demand, and we come together at the same time.
It’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. But it’s not because coming inside her mouth feels amazing or feeling her come on my tongue is the epitome of heaven.
It’s because it’s her. It’s because it’s Hannah.
6:00 a.m.
Hannah is sound asleep, her naked body curled up against mine. It only takes one glance at the clock beside her bed to make me realize I’ve been sitting here, in her bed, wide awake for the past few hours just looking at her.
The pastel hints of sunrise are starting to filter in through her window, and if someone could take a photograph right now of how the soft light reflects off Hannah’s gorgeous hair and skin, it’d be memorialized for eternity.
She’s beauty, inside and out. She’s everything.
Because you’re in love with her.
The thought should pull me up short, but it doesn’t. I already know. Trust me, I’m fully fucking aware.
I’ve crossed more than a few lines when it comes to Hannah. Hell, as of tonight, I’ve barreled through the giant wall I should’ve never crossed like the damn Kool-Aid Man.
As carefully as I can, without waking her up, I slide out of the bed and get my phone out of the pocket of my jeans. I send a single text to the only person who knows just as much about my clusterfuck of a situation as I do.
Me: You’re right. I’m in too deep.