14. Este
ESTE
I insist on taking a hot shower after Dom fills my stomach with bacon and scrambled eggs. I tell him I need it to be just me or else he’d dirty me right back up. We already can’t keep our hands off each other, and I don’t think we’ll start any time soon. It’s exhilarating, feeling this way.
Having another night with Dom is an irresistible thought. I know I should feel sad to be away from Reed two nights in a row, but I can’t deny how thrilled I am to spend this time with Dom.
I’m falling hard.
“Eight-foot, aluminum. Black.” I hear Dom talking as I walk down the stairs. “No, it has to be eight feet. Six just isn’t tall enough. She needs her privacy, and I want it to look sexy and sleek. Okay?”
Dom nods as if the guy on the other side of the phone can see him.
I make my way into the living room in a clean sundress with a built-in bra.
It’s helpful, because a clean bra was one thing I’d forgotten in my rush to pack.
Finally, Dom hangs up and pats the couch beside him.
I jump into the spot, cross my legs, and reach out for his hand.
“Your shower was insane,” I tell him. “I tried not to be jealous of all the women who have been in that double shower with you before me.”
“Hey, first, I offered to join you. There are two showerheads for a reason. And also, nobody has ever been in that shower with me. I had it redone when I moved in two years ago, and you’re the first woman who’s bathed in it.
Scout’s honor.” He gives me a silly salute that leaves me laughing, but it makes me feel better.
I had tried not to be jealous of all the lovers who came before me, but the intensity of my feelings for Dom made me envious even of theoretical women.
“Old school Ren and Stimpy?” Dom presses a button on the remote. I tap my foot to the familiar jazzy theme song and then pretend to play air guitar when the guitar cuts in toward the end while Dom laughs at me.
“Excellent!” I grin.
My memory goes back to watching Ren and Stimpy with a boy I had a crush on at twelve.
Hell, I had crushes as early as kindergarten; my poor parents were stuck with me being boy-crazy from the start.
Then, of course, I went and got knocked up young, to their chagrin.
My life hadn’t gone according to their plans, that’s for sure, but at least I had my degree, thanks to night school and their willingness to babysit when Cole was away.
“Why the sad face, hon?” Dom tightens his grip on my hand.
“Oh, just thinking of Mom and Dad. They’re in Dallas now, and they don’t drive down very often. Just thinking about how I screwed up their plans for me by having a baby young.”
“Reed’s incredible. She was meant to come into the world when she did. Screw anyone who disagrees,” he tells me firmly.
I press my mouth to his, slowly and sexily.
His fingertips journey up and down the cotton of my panties, which are rapidly wetting as he goes.
I needed to hear him tell me that it was okay that I had Reed young.
That all my hard work raising Reed has been a worthy pursuit.
Dad has always made me feel like I’d wasted my life, and to this day, he isn’t impressed that I’m just a real estate assistant.
It’s not exactly what he’d dreamed for me.
A doctor or lawyer would have really knocked his socks off.
Ren and Stimpy plays in the background as Dom touches me better than I've ever touched myself. He takes his time, going so slowly that another theme song sounds before he’s even done stroking my panties, and I’m nearly bursting with impatience. My body shakes, practically buzzing.
“Why is this so good?” I whimper.
“Chemistry, baby,” Dom whispers as his mouth descends on mine, pressing his tongue in to duel with mine.
I hold him with both arms, moving into a kneeling position as I press my chest to his.
He takes the opportunity to slide his hand up beneath my dress and maneuvers around my panties, gliding his open hand down until he reaches my wetness.
He sighs into my mouth when he circles me with his fingertip, and I arch my back so hard I almost tumble off the couch.
Constantly kissing, he caresses me with long strokes beneath my panties, until I’m writhing and seconds from orgasm. When he circles my sensitive nub again with more pressure, I spiral into a powerful orgasm.
“Yes, baby, come for me. Good, just like that!” Dom urges me on, using his thumb up and down over the same swollen spot while I spasm until I’m wrung out and exhausted.
Limply, I fall back against the couch cushions while Dom removes his hand. My heart rate speeds up when I see how he savors me, licking his fingers slowly, one at a time.
“Just a tiny taste is never enough of you,” Dom whispers. “I know you’ve just bathed, but there’s something I never got a chance to show you last night. You up for taking off that dress? Because I really, really want to get you out of it.”
Dom winks as he walks me out his back door through his three-season room to a covered porch. There’s a circular hot tub with a little deck around it in the far corner, tucked away at the side of the house where it can’t be seen from the street.
“Too hot for it?” Dom asks me.
“Not if we jump in the cool creek afterwards. I can shower again later. I don’t mind you keeping me a little dirty.” I crook my finger at him. “Help me get rid of this dress. Then, grab towels and some water.”
He yanks the dress over my head and discards it on a nearby Adirondack chair, and then points at my panties. “I like the pink flowers and lace, but I gotta say, I prefer you in nothing.”
Holding his gaze, I slowly pull off the panties and stand naked in front of him.
Dom’s nasal passages flare as he takes quick breaths, his chest rising and falling fast with desire that’s written all over his face.
I feel sexy with his eyes on me, the way he stares as if he’s been wandering the desert for days, and I’m a glass of ice water.
I clock his desperation for me as he just stands, staring, before turning and running back into the house to grab the items I requested.
When he returns, I’ve already slid into the hot saltwater tub. Since it’s still early, it’s not terribly hot, and we’re only supposed to hit eighty-two today, so the water temperature is bearable. When I see Dom approach, I gesture to beckon him in.
“The water’s lovely,” I inform him as he strips down. My heart races when I take in his nudity, and then he climbs in after me. Hell, I’ll never tire of seeing him in the daylight, naked as the day he was born.
“You will only be in it another minute,” Dom’s voice carries a hint of bossiness. “I want you to lie back on the deck here. Come on.”
He helps me get into position off the side of the hot tub; my back presses against the deck he’d lined with towels, and my center is level with the side of the tub.
Dom kneels on the bench in the water, his hands cupping my breasts lovingly, which turns my nipples into hardened little pebbles that ache for more.
“I told you one taste wasn’t enough.” Dom is breathless, his eyes wide as I sit up to look at him. He presses my stomach with his hand, forcing me to lie back, as much as I want to watch what he’s about to do to me.
I feel him tremble a bit as his slow, soft kisses drift down my body until they rain down on me intimately and fully.
It’s so much better when he goes slow than when he dives right in, but I’ll take it either way.
When I feel the tip of his tongue follow the same path his lips had just traced, licking me until I part for him, my legs automatically clasp around his head.
My body loves what he’s doing, but it’s also a vulnerable position that I haven’t been in for a long time.
“You’re okay. Here, open those thighs and get your legs over my shoulders, baby,” Dom whispers, his voice all husky and low. I obey, warmth spreading through my body as he begins to lick me up and down, both of us moaning with pleasure as he journeys.
“You’re just so fucking sweet, Este,” Dom gasps. “So good. I could eat you like this every day and never tire of you.”
When Dom’s other arm encircles my hip and begins to rub my sensitive spot in circles.
I groan first and then squeal. I’ve never felt anything like this pleasure before; my body moves completely on its own to meet Dom’s perfect mouth.
I can’t control my descent into this heavenly realm where all my needs are fulfilled over and over again.
I let myself be taken over by Dominic Davis and love every second of it.
It isn’t long before I call out for him, for God and angels, screaming “Yes” into the open air as my belly contracts and back arches almost painfully.
Shoving my hips down, I seek to create some kind of rhythm to rely on, anything, but Dom controls the pace, and me, entirely.
When he adds a second finger, I nearly scream up at the sky as he directs it to stroke that spot inside of me that blinds me with pleasure.
“Come all over my face,” Dom begs, sucking my clit into his warm mouth and scissoring his fingers inside me until I near my inevitable explosion.
I’m so close . Eventually, he replaces his fingers with this broad tongue, his moans almost as loud as my own as I grip his hair and my muscles contort apart from my permission.
My stomach rises and falls as I gasp, light-headed from the sun and pleasure, feeling the hard wood bite into my shoulders as I arch and accidentally bump my head against it.
“Dom!” I screech as he licks. I don’t know why I’m holding on, when all I want is to let go. So, I take the orgasm he begged me for moments earlier, that strange feeling back again as I detonate. I know I’ve made a mess of him all over the side of the saltwater hot tub.