12. Este
ESTE
D espite a lifetime of cherished memories in the creek, this one might be my favorite.
When Dom made me come, I saw stars—hell, maybe entire galaxies, as he freed my body with his tongue and fingers.
When I screamed out into the dusky sky, Cole didn’t cross my mind, and no guilt hit me for finally moving on.
It was at that moment I knew I was healed enough from my loss to truly consider Dom. To think of him as a man I could spend the rest of my life with, to allow him to know me, and eventually show him the deepest parts of my soul—even the hollow ones and the places that still ache a bit.
We stand in the water, wrapped in each other’s arms, until I shiver. Dom tugs me back toward the ladder Grandpa installed into the creek bank. I’m still naked and holding onto my panties as I crawl up it, feeling discombobulated.
Instead of using towels, we drip dry on the sheet I brought to throw over the grass.
“Fuck fancy dinners,” I tell Dom as I lie on my side beside him and drag my tongue from his abdomen up to his muscled pec and make my way north, peppering him with kisses.
I can’t help remembering Mallory’s diatribe about how much I should fellate Dom, and a laugh bubbles up from my throat. Slapping my hand over my mouth, Dom’s hand comes up to play with my hair as he asks what’s so funny.
“Mallory, earlier on the phone.” I shake my head and lie on my back beside him.
He takes my hand and intertwines our fingers as I bring him in on the joke.
“She thinks I should be…” I giggle, “fellating you endlessly for so easily stepping into the role of a hero the other night. When you saved me, my daughter, and her friend from that tornado.”
Thankfully, Dom finds it hilarious and erupts in laughter beside me.
“Fellate, huh? That’s quite the term. Took me a minute to remember the meaning.”
“Right? Anyway, it was hysterical. She kept droning on about how she just constantly blows Jamie.” A tear rolls down my face from laughter, and I wipe it away as I notice a slight blush creep to Dom’s cheeks.
“And she totally abandoned her five-date rule with him. They hooked up the night of the boozy benefit.” I tell him my friend’s harmless secret, and it dawns on me that I finally have someone to share everything with.
Dom sits up and reaches for the Prosecco, using a corkscrew from his pocketknife to ease it open, and then I realize, “Shit. I left the glasses back in the Jeep!”
He smiles wickedly, pushes my back flat on the sheet, and kneels beside me.
Dom pours the bubbly Prosecco into my belly button, and then he dives in with his tongue, swirling it into the sweet liquid before licking intently.
I’m half-giggling and half-gasping, because it tickles and feels amazing all at the same time.
“God, you’re sweet,” Dom whispers as he pours more, though it spills out to my side.
He cleans up every drop with his tongue and kisses all over my belly and up to my aching nipples, which he sucks hard on his way to my mouth.
I nearly explode like a rocket, but I hold back.
As much as I’m ready for more, it’s his turn for pleasure.
“You don’t have to fellate me for being a hero.” Dom finally speaks after we’ve kissed for several long moments, seconds before he lies on his back in the dwindling sunlight.
“No, Dom. I’m going to go down on you because I want to.”
So, I reach down and free his hard-on from the confines of his boxer briefs, and then I carefully hoist myself up and straddle his chest. He’s so wide that it makes it difficult for me to get my knees around him.
Dom shifts me so that I’m straddling his face, and he wastes no time slipping his tongue into me as I finally caress his length and open my mouth and take it in, inch by inch.
So many inches. He’s all contradiction: hard as steel, soft under my tongue like crushed velvet.
I can’t get it all, so I use my hand on his base, jerking slowly as I lick and suck what I can reach.
I lick the weeping tip of him as I rock up and down, gradually taking him deeper into my throat.
His hands are busy holding me open. It takes no time at all for me to come again, and Dom never stops licking through my wetness as I buck wildly above him.
Suddenly, he pulls my clit between his teeth, and I howl like I’m in pain.
I stop as a shudder goes through my whole body, and then I feel a weird sensation.
Dom doesn’t stop, but he does whisper a few seconds later, “Didn’t expect you to be a squirter, my sweet Este. You liked that, huh?”
“I squirted?” I ask, not believing him. Not believing squirting is even a real thing.
“If you were turned in this direction, you’d see your cum all over my face,” Dom whispers, and it sounds so hot, I moan and then suck him deep again.
This time, his hand comes around and presses gently on my head, helping me find the right rhythm to drive him crazy.
I learn what he likes most, and then I do it repeatedly.
He thrusts his hips, this time shoving to the back of my throat as I feel him thicken impossibly and then pulse. I slide my tongue around him as Dom shouts out his release.
I’d given less than a handful of blow jobs to Cole over the years, too shy and embarrassed to enjoy it.
Plus, he’d given me too much feedback once, which made me feel like I was terrible at it and, frankly, that he was unappreciative.
This time feels completely different. I’m brazen, and I enjoy it.
“How was that?” I finally whisper as I release him from my mouth and pull his boxer briefs back up. But he’s not done with me, because suddenly he shoves two fingers into my wet channel and moves them expertly, finding some intense spot inside of me that makes me shake.
“So good, angel. So good, so perfect,” Dom finally tells me. “Now, rest on my thigh and let yourself go for me.”
“Angel” makes my heart beat faster.
So does the way he taps that spot inside me, which causes me to see floaters in my vision. I close my eyes tightly and rock back against him until he uses firmer pressure, and then that weird sensation shudders its way through me again, and I feel myself gush all over Dom beneath me.
I’ve never had more than one orgasm at a time. Never known I could or even wanted multiple.
And I’ve never wanted to slide down his body and impale myself on him more, but he’s probably still satisfied from that “perfect” blow job I’d given him, so I hump his fingers furiously, prolonging my orgasm.
I scream Dom's name as his other hand rubs my clit, hard. The combination of his fingers inside and outside is so intense, I can’t help but sob.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimper on top of Dom. I come again, endless and incredible, accidentally biting his thigh beneath me as waves of intense pleasure pound through me.
My entire body shakes when I roll off to his side, my head by his feet. I’m satisfied in a way my body has never known, of that much I’m certain. So thoroughly satisfied that I can’t even dream of anything more than what he’s already given me.
Dom materializes at my side.
“So, the fellatio. Was that your way of thanking me for saving you from a tornado or?—”
I cut Dom’s joke off with a kiss.
“Fuck, Dom,” I groan. “I loved how you felt against my tongue and how you tasted when I made you come in my mouth. Jesus, what have you done to me?”
“Nothing that I’m not going to do a hundred more times,” Dom promises.
He hands me the bottle of Prosecco, and I take long swigs, parched.
The wine tastes expensive, and I feel a little bad that we’re not putting it into glasses like respectable humans.
Then again, Dom had drunk it from my belly button, and he will probably never forget the taste of this wine or these steamy moments between us.
Neither will I.
The taste is still sweet in my mouth when Dom kisses me, sweeping his tongue in and moaning.
“You taste incredible. I can’t get enough.”
“We need a shower,” I mumble against his lips. “I drenched you, and we both smell like a creek.”
“Shall I take you back to my place or to your bed?” Dom asks, waggling his eyebrows as I grin at him.
“You’re going to need that shower sooner rather than later, so your place, it is.”
I hate when we have to stand up, dress ourselves, and make the long walk back to his Jeep. We should have just driven it over the grass, not that I want to ruin it when it looks so lush from recent rains.
“You sure?” Dom asks suddenly as he helps me into the Jeep and then sets my bag in my lap.
“About what?” I chug the rest of the Prosecco and bury it at the bottom of my bag.
“Parting with those precious acres.” Dom tips my chin up with his fingertips and stares into my eyes intensely. I feel like he’s looking straight through me. I give a single nod, and he presses his lips gently to mine, communicating his thank-you.
“You are the sweetest woman that has ever lived. I’ll call a contractor about the fence tomorrow. Finn knows a guy who’s decent and currently out of work. I’d like to give him my business.”
Dom comes around and slides into the driver’s seat, and I watch his strong hands take the wheel. Everything about him is sexy. I thought I had been thoroughly sated just twenty minutes ago, but I’m already ready for his hands all over me.
The way I’m feeling is so new to me. Part of me knows that I should be intimidated by this connection forming so fast, but something about Dom tells me I’m safe in his hands.