40. Dominic
CHAPTER 40
Dominic
TAKE WHAT YOU NEED
PRESENT
O ne taste of her and I’m done for, unable to continue holding back. My hands hungrily grip at her waist, lifting her onto the edge of the sink in one fell swoop.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she arches into me, spreading her thighs wide as she molds her body to mine.
She moans, tilting her head back, making room for me.
Part of me can’t believe this is happening and the other part of me can’t believe it took us so long to get here.
The elegant curve of her neck is stunning, flawless, and I ache to claim it.To mark her as mine. My lips press against the wild rhythm of her pulse, feeling the quiver as her throat shifts with a sharp swallow. When my tongue traces a slow, deliberate path along her skin, a tremor courses through her, and her nails sink into my back. I bite down, nipping at the smooth skin, leaving a trail of possession along her neck. With a teasing gentleness, my teeth graze to the other side, drawing out a gasp.
Her hands begin to roam over me, pointed nails drag down my back, marking me just as I’m marking her. With my grip still firmly cradling her head, my other hand slides under the hem of her top, my hands skimming over her smooth stomach, pausing before I reach her breasts.
“Is this okay?”
She nods against me, pushing her chest out further. “God, yes.”
I take a nipple between my fingers, tugging on it, toying with the stud.
I can’t get over them. I never would’ve guessed she had them pierced.
Her thighs fall all the way open, inviting me.
“Touch me,” she cries. “I need you.”
“I got you, Ellie girl.”
My fingers dip into the waistband of her pants. Tugging at the fabric of her underwear, I push it aside and drag my middle finger down the smooth center of her pussy. She’s already so wet, so warm, drenching my hand. I sink in, adding a second finger, slowly curling them inside her. Her head falls back as her hips buck, seeking more.
“Dominic, baby. I need?—”
“I know what you need,” I grit. No time apart could keep me from knowing her body—knowing every touch and stroke it takes to make her come.
My fingers pump inside at a rapid pace, curling further, as my thumb circles her clit. Her knees start to shake on either side of me and using my shoulders as leverage, she lifts her hips to grind against my fingers.
“That’s right Ellie, ride my hand, take what you need.”
Her walls tighten, gripping my fingers like a vise. She’s close .
Our gazes catch. I watch her lips part, tongue darting out the corner before my name tumbles in a sigh.
Her breath, her moans, they’re the sweetest melody. A song I could listen to until the end of time and never tire hearing it.
Angling my hand, I flatten my palm just above where she’s hot and wet, pressing lightly while continuing to pump in and out of her. The pressure of it has her chest heaving, back curving.
“I’m coming,” she moans.
I crush my mouth to hers, craving to feel every piece of her come apart against me. The waves of her orgasm rip through her, and feeling it, knowing I’m the one responsible, fills me with a suffocating swell of pride.
Not ready for the moment to end, I continue kissing her, letting my hands rediscover her body.
“Let me learn you.” I press a gentle kiss against her mouth, leaving my lips a ghost’s breath from hers. “Let me explore.”
She smiles as I suck on her bottom lip.
“You’ve seen me naked. What more is there?”
I let out a groaning laugh. “Everything. Are you kidding me? Look at you.”
She blushes, shyly.
Fuck, is it sexy.
I hold her jaw. “Like these gorgeous lips of yours.” My mouth presses against hers, branding her with a searing kiss. “And these eyes.” I brush my thumbs under her bottom lashes. “Most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” Tugging at the flimsy straps of her tank top, I drag them down until her breasts are free. “And don’t even get me started on these.” I take a nipple in my mouth, letting my tongue play with the stud, sucking lightly. Her back bows toward me, feeding me more of her perfect tits .
“I got them pierced on my twenty-first birthday,” she says through a sigh.
“I love them,” I tell her, taking the next one in my mouth, making sure it’s given the same attention.
When my hands wander south, she stops me. Her gaze passes over me, eyes bright. “My turn.”
The corners of her mouth lift into a smile as she reaches for the top button on my pants.
Her slender hands pop the button and fiddle with the zipper. My dick is painfully busting against it, even more so now with her hands so close. When she finally tugs it down, my cock springs free, standing at attention for her. Her wine-red painted nails wrap around the fabric of my briefs as she grips me, stroking me with a measured firmness. When the smooth skin of her palm slips between the slit of my briefs, the air is knocked right out of me. Her thumb spreads the pre-cum that’s gathered at the tip and rubs it down my length. My cock starts to jerk in her grasp, on the edge of coming.
In an attempt to stall the inevitable and save myself the embarrassment of coming in less than a minute of her touch, I grip her thighs and lift her off the counter. Her legs wind around me instantaneously.
She lets out a squeal, laughter mingling with it. “What are you doing?”
With one hand holding her, I use the other to turn the shower back on. “I’m gonna wash your beautiful body and then I’m going to lay you down on your bed and fuck you all day. You good with that?”
Instead of answering me right away, her teeth tug on my ear, her hot breath dusting over the delicate skin. “All day? Kind of ambitious, don’t you think? You might be too old to last that many rounds.”
She shoots me a wicked smile.
I swat her ass before setting her back on the ground, where I start stripping off her clothes. “Oh, Ellie girl, when it comes to you, I have endless reserves.”
She giggles, lifting her arms for me so I can remove her top.
Her nipples are pebbled, a flushed pink, and I nearly drool. The studs on either side draw me in like a moth to a flame.
“Suck on them, they need more attention.”
Her eyelids flutter shut as I lean down to capture one in my mouth, the cold metal of the studs paired with heated, puckered skin have my eyes rolling back in my head. A growl I didn’t know I was capable of crawls out of my throat. If I don’t rein in some control soon, I’m going to fuck her fast and hard right this second, and I can’t let that happen. I’ve waited ten years for this. I want to savor her, take my time, drive her wild to the point she’s an absolute, aching mess for me. I need her so desperate she can’t think straight.
She holds onto my shoulders to steady herself, arching into me. “Dominic.”
I nip at the nipple, taking it between my teeth. She gasps, digging her hands into my hair and pulling me closer.
This is how I remember her, she was never shy about her pleasure. She was greedy in the sexiest way, never holding back. I loved it then and I still fucking love it.
Steam from the shower clouds around, wrapping us in a warm, intimate fog that blurs everything but each other. I snake my arms around her waist and lift her, pressing her body against mine to stand under the water. Intentions to wash her go out the window with her bare breasts brushing against my chest, and instead, I crash my mouth to hers. As the water falls over us in a veil, my tongue devours her, hands cupping her jaw, completely consuming her.
Her hands eagerly drag down my chest before she grips my cock. I moan into her mouth, her touch is almost too much, enough to make me lose my goddamn mind .
I’m always controlled, always thinking one step ahead, but with Ellie I want to be daring and let go of all the hard-held restraint. I want to lose myself in her and never come out.
She strokes my cock with one hand and caresses my balls with the other, squeezing her thighs while she does it.
“Is your pussy craving me, querida mía? Aching to be filled?”
“Yes,” she breathes. Her eyes snap to mine, so beautifully clear.
“You’re going to have to wait just a little longer,” I tell her as I swipe a finger between her soaking slit. “I’m taking my time with you. I didn’t wait this long for a quick fuck.”
She pumps me faster, firmer. “What if I want a quick fuck?”
I laugh, and press a soft peck to her lips. “You’re not the kind of woman who would ever be satisfied with quick.” I let my hands smooth down her soft skin and our gazes meet, her lashes heavy with water droplets. Time doesn’t feel real, nothing feels real, there’s only her. The sexy smile she was wearing fades, arms dropping to her sides.
I gather her face in my hands. “How did I ever live without you?”
Her throat bobs, lips rolling with nerves, but her stare never wavers. “The same way I did. Like something was always missing.”
I brush my thumbs over her cheekbones, my chest tightening at the truth in her voice. “If we do this, there’s no going back. So, I need you tell me right now if you want to stop.” She’s quiet, simply staring back at me. “Ellie girl, do you want this?” I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m going to need your words, because I won’t survive waking up tomorrow with you full of regret.”
Seconds pass, each one like a pinch to my heart. She closes her eyes and nods her head against mine. “I want this—I want you. All of you.”
I inhale deeply. “And what about tomorrow? And the day after that?”
My breath stills in my chest, preparing for the pain of her rejection.
“Everyday,” she says softly.
She straightens and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing a featherlight kiss to my lips.
“You should step out and go wait for me in the bedroom.”
Her lips quirk up. “Are you kicking me out?”
Even though I need her to leave, my hands can’t stop touching her, trailing around her body, keeping her pressed against me. I need her to be stronger, and disentangle.
“I need to shower and you’re too tempting, all I want to do is bury my cock inside you.”
She laughs, a sexy smile splitting her face. “You’re the one who dragged me in here, with promises to wash me, and now you’re trying to make me leave.” Her hands slide up my shoulders and wrap around my neck. “A little rusty in the seduction department, huh?”
I groan, my head dropping to her shoulder as her fingers toy with the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her laugh softens, turning into a hum that vibrates against my chest. "I can’t help myself." She leans back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So, what's it going to be? Are you kicking me out, or are you going to be a good boy and wash me?”
With one swift motion, I turn us under the spray of the shower, water cascading over her as her gasp turns into a laugh. My mouth captures hers, silencing any more teasing words.
She laughs against my lips.
The water pours over us, warm and soothing as it runs down her body. I reach for the soap, lathering it in my hands, never taking my eyes off her. Her teasing smirk has softened, turning more tender, more intimate, and it makes my chest tighten.
"Turn around," I murmur, my voice low.
She hesitates, her gaze holding mine for a moment before she complies, turning her back to me. My hands find her shoulders first, gliding the suds across her skin in slow, deliberate strokes. She shivers under my touch, and I can't tell if it's the temperature of the water or me that's making her tremble.
"I like the way you touch me," she says softly, tilting her head to the side as I work my way down her arms.
"Good," I tell her, “I like having anexcuse to touch you.” My hands dip lower, brushing over the curve of her back.
She turns her head, glancing at me over her shoulder with a small, knowing smile. “You don't need an excuse.”
That smile wrecks me.
She shifts in the space between us, taking the soap from my hands. "Your turn.” Her voice is softer now, almost shy.
I stay still as her hands move over my chest. Her fingers trace over the lines of my muscles, her touch more intimate than playful now. I close my eyes, letting her take her time, feeling the tension unravel from my body with every pass of her hands.
"I like the way you touch me, too," I murmur, my eyes opening to find her watching me, her lips parted.
"Good," she echoes, her smile widening.