11. Dominic
DOMINIC
E ste’s big-as-saucer eyes stare into mine when she asks if we can go out to her grandparents’ property, and it’s a no-brainer.
I cancel our reservations with a quick text, and then I turn my eyes to her lingering gaze.
She’s still clad in a pencil skirt that I want to unzip and throw across the room.
Este is tantalizing. I can’t get enough of her, and all I want is more.
The fact that she’s willing to sell me twelve acres to start my tiny house veterans’ community is so unspeakably generous, I almost don’t know what to say or how to react.
She believes in me and what I’m doing, and that makes me swell with pride.
She gathers a bag of towels, necessities, and snacks, and packs a small cooler intended for wine with the Prosecco I’d purchased earlier.
I glance in the bag and see something lacy I’m probably not meant to see until later, and it gets me hard as a fucking rock, knowing she’s thinking of wearing it for me.
I hold Este’s hand as I drive, resting our intertwined hands in her lap, and we make the twenty-minute drive in fifteen.
She leads me to a little turn-off. “This dirt road used to lead to a house before my grandparents knocked it down and let the fields grow wild. I figure this is about halfway across the property, near where you’d want to build the fence.”
Este shoulders a bag and reaches for my hand, like it’s natural to her already. I squeeze her smaller hand in my own and kiss her cheek before we start walking the property.
“I had the whole thing mowed last week.” Este waves her hand after I mention the short grass. “Cost me a pretty penny, but I wanted to check the property out soon. Didn’t need to walk through long grass where the rattlers hide.”
“I hate snakes,” I confess. “But I know how to handle them if need be.”
“I used to make my dad and grandpa relocate them instead of hitting them with a shovel. They hated that, but they couldn’t say no to me.”
“On that, we agree.” My heart thumps a little faster in my chest as she takes off running and does several cartwheels in a row, laughing gleefully, and then, as she tries to stand still, she falls sideways.
I give her my hand, pull her up into my waiting arms, and devour her mouth. She tastes like spearmint, and I nibble her bottom lip until she moans. I could get lost in her forever as we keep kissing, my hands up in her wavy hair as she holds tight to my shoulders.
When Este breaks away, she surprises me by going up into a handstand and walking several feet on her hands, giggling all the while.
“I can’t believe I can still do this!”
My guy brain immediately goes to wondering if she’s this strong and bendy in bed as she walks her feet over and pulls herself up from a backbend.
She suddenly reminds me of Dani, my middle niece, with her light-hearted giggles and high-flying tricks.
She takes tumbling classes and can easily front handspring for a hundred feet.
I’m glad I bring out child-like glee in Este. With her childhood being cut short by her teenage pregnancy, she’s had to be responsible for a long time now. Maybe I can help take some of the burden from her, because I like this carefree version of her.
Trying to join in on the fun, I catch up with Este by doing a halfhearted and bumbling cartwheel, but she applauds anyway as my keys, change, and wallet rain down on me while I’m upside down.
“I have so much fun with you, Dominic,” she tells me as she helps me pick up my change. “I feel like a girl who likes a boy for the first time since I was fifteen. Flirting again is nice. Laughing like this feels great, too.”
Este’s sweet smile at me makes me bend and kiss her softly, capturing her chin with my thumb and tilting her head up.
“I’m glad,” I finally whisper.
We walk until we reach the creek, then curve west along it to the side of the property, where her grandparents’ house stands. When we get to the rope swing hanging off the old oak branch, I spot the house off in the distance. I glance back and see that Este has ditched her sundress.
“Catch me if you can.” Este is all smiles as she takes off, grabs hold of the rope swing, and catapults her body, clad only in frilly panties, into the raging creek.
I’ve never been more motivated to get naked faster as when I strip down to my boxer briefs and hope the old rope holds up.
It does, and I do a tight cannonball to avoid hitting the creek bottom. I glance around and don’t see Este.
Immediately, I freak out.
“Este!” I shout, splashing around as I make my way west.
“I’m fine! Come find me!” Este teases, her voice carried along by the spring breeze. The water’s surprisingly warm, and she couldn’t have gotten too far ahead of me, so I swim opposite the water’s flow and catch a peek of Este’s blonde waves shining in the late-afternoon sun.
“How about I find you and make you come?” I shout, not that there should be anyone out here to hear us.
“Then I might just give up the game and declare you the winner!” Este yells, peeking out from behind a rock fifty feet ahead of me or so.
All that glorious skin in the pale sun makes me feel like I could burst into a million pieces.
I’m so ready to get my hands and mouth on her.
I feel like a stalker or something as I approach Este and grab her none-too-gently.
Wordlessly, I yank her panties down and hand them to her.
Then, I pull her over to a perfectly sized rock and lift her onto it, setting her down on her back with her butt on the front of the rock.
Her legs spread apart in front of my grateful, hungry eyes.
I barely need to crouch down at all to be eye-level with her gleaming slit and the prominent pink clitoris at the top of her cleft.
I want to dive right in, but I take my time and run my forefinger from her nub, through her lips, and down to circle her back entrance, which makes Este gasp.
“Please. I’ve needed you since the first time you touched me at the relay,” Este mewls as she tries to thrust her hips closer to me.
“Let me go slow and enjoy you, baby,” I whisper to her as I lean and kiss every inch of exposed skin from her inner thighs to her center and back out again.
She’s so wet for me, she glistens.
I press my lips to her clit once, twice. I’m rewarded with her loud, broken groan. Este sounds like she’s in equal parts bliss and agony, and she reaches for my head, but I evade her with a coy chuckle.
“Oh, please, please!”
I rub a thumb up and down her lips and caress around her nub, never putting enough pressure on it to get her off. I want to slowly work her up to that and get her begging for me. Instead, I keep kissing her thighs gently until she’s desperate.
“What do you want, baby?” I rub a hand up her thigh roughly as I bite my lip and stare at her lust-filled eyes.
“Everything.” She gasps. “You promised to make me come. Please give me your mouth!”
She looks so beautiful displayed on this rock for me, her toned thighs splayed open, allowing me to memorize every detail of what lies between them. I’m in love with the way she tastes, and when I finally drag the tip of my tongue up and down her center, she nearly bucks me off her.
I hold her hips down as I lick her, feeling like one lucky bastard to be feasting on her like this.
The taste of her is decadent, heady. Her skin is smooth against my hands as I stroke her skin.
When I know she needs to come, I stop teasing and start sucking that swollen bud into my mouth, baring my teeth to it lightly before suctioning around it again.
This time, I slide a finger into her wetness, gliding effortlessly in and out as I make the motion I know will unravel her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She’s practically screaming as I finger her deeply and suck her into my mouth again. She comes with a gush, and I love the way she clenches tightly around my finger. I never stop licking, not until she whispers, “I think that’s all I can handle. Holy shit. Holy, holy shit, Dom.”
I lick her clit once more. “Are you sure?”
She whispers a breathy “yes,” so I remove my fingers slowly.
“Nice job, baby. You took my fingers so good, and you came so hard, didn’t you?” I whisper as I reach for her and pull her carefully off the rock. Este’s arms wrap around my neck as her legs wrap around my waist on her way down, and she holds me tight.
It’s then that I see her face is wet with tears.
“You okay?” My heart thuds with concern.
Este buries her face in the side of my neck, still gasping for breath.
“Yes! So okay! I’ve never felt anything like that.
Never, I promise,” Este repeats with wide eyes before slamming her forehead against my shoulder and moving erratically against my erection straining against my soaked boxer briefs.
She shakes like a leaf in my arms, and I wonder if she’s cold.
When I move her into a sunnier spot, she slides down my body and begins to kiss my chest.
I want more of her. I love the taste of her in my mouth and on my lips, and I’m going to love it when I get inside her. For now, I seize her chin and kiss her with all the passion I can muster.
Fear still lingers in the back of my mind that I’ll scare Este off. If I tell her how much I adore her—how over the moon I am for her—will she run? She doesn’t now, just stands there in the glow of the fading daylight, sunbeams making her shimmer, as she clings to me like she never wants to let go.
And God, I hope she never does.