Dominic
My grandfather used to say that the right woman would turn my head onto my ear, and I’d make a fool of myself chasing after her. I laughed. He laughed. Now I’m not laughing but I’m sure he is.
Thoughts of Rachel cloud my head. Distracting me. Confusing me. My instincts push me to kiss her. To give her a key to the cabin. Not just a spare key, but one that’s hers. Because just like me, everything in this cabin belongs to her.
“It’ll be days before the roads are clear. You can sleep in the bedroom,” I find myself saying. My brain is still trying to wrap itself around the idea that she thinks I can invest in her café.
I’d love to, but while I have money in the bank, I wouldn’t have enough to fully fund a business.
She keeps talking about portfolios and marketing analysis which all go straight over my head.
I joined the Army right out of high school, and I did two tours before I got out.
Now I work for mountain rescue. It pays well, but not that well, and the army barely paid anything at all.
“I can’t take your bed,” she tries to protest. Her words fall on deaf ears as she follows me to the bathroom. My abuela’s blanket is still wrapped around her shoulders and she lifts it up so that it doesn’t drag across the dirty floor.
“Towels,” I say pointing to the supply closet. “Water runs ice cold at first.”
“Dominic,” she snaps stomping her foot on the tile to get my attention. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She’s so damn stubborn.
“This is nonnegotiable.”
No soldier under my command would have talked back but Rachel sure as hell does.
“I can’t crash into your house and steal your bed!”
“Take a hot shower, and then we’ll talk about it.”
Rachel wants to continue arguing with me, but I see the way her eyes slide to the shower with longing. Her shoulders slump as the fight drains out of her.
“Okay,” she says before she jabs a pointed finger at me. “But we’re not done!”
It takes every ounce of my control not to kiss away her frown and keep kissing her until she stops glaring at me. Resisting such temptation should earn me a medal.
While she showers, I get to work. I never get visitors.
My abuela lives in town and I’d rather drive down the mountain than make her trek up here.
Leaving my boxers on the floor of my bedroom was never a problem.
The basic navy-blue sheets on my bed sufficed.
Now I’m picking up laundry and swapping out the sheets for a new set I bought years ago hoping Rachel likes the pattern.
By the time she steps out, our home is presentable. She tries again to convince me that she can sleep on the couch.
“I’m shorter, it’ll be a better fit for me.”
“No.”
I wish I could say that was the end of it. But it wasn’t. She argued like a prosecutor, finger jabbing the air, her tone accusatory, all with the most delightful scrunch between her eyebrows. Her outrage was palpable.
My cock couldn’t be harder.
The clothes I left for her in the bathroom swallow her whole.
The shirt is loose on her frame, only clinging to the curve of her tits ever so slightly while it hangs down to her thighs.
The pajama pants that don’t cover my ankles drag along the floor when she wears them, but they highlight the jiggling thickness of her thighs.
I’d rather see her in nothing at all but if she has to wear clothing, mine isn’t a bad choice. Not bad at all.
“Fine!” she shouts finally. “I’ll sleep in your damn bed, but don’t come crying to me when your back hurts tomorrow!”
She all but slams the door to the bedroom.
I sink down onto the couch, the fly to my jeans already open. My eyes dart to the closed door, but after a moment I’m confident she’s not going to come back out until the morning. It’s late and she was beginning to yawn between her rants.
My cock lands heavy in my hand, and my balls ache. My own rough hand is a poor substitute for the soft palms of the woman one room away. Picturing her plump lips parting in shock when she sees me does the trick though. Pink and wet her tongue darts out eager for a taste, and I’ll deny her nothing.
As I run my hand up and down the length, I squeeze the couch cushion underneath my ass. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. I’m already close just a few strokes in, imagining her lips wrapping around my tip, when I hear the door open.
Those pink lips part in a gasp, the reality better than anything my brain could conjure. I should stop.
My hand doesn’t listen to my brain. Her brown eyes meet mine, caramel melting into cocoa, as her pupils expand. She doesn’t say a word as I jerk off. I’m close, my balls tightening as the ache becomes almost painful with the need to come.
Her eyes leave mine to run down the length of my frame. Her stare is like a physical touch trailing down my body, light enough to make me shiver with want. I’d do anything to feel her touch me.
To feel her mouth sucking my cock as I spill across her tongue, cheeks hollow and eyes glassy with need.
To have her beneath me, legs shaking as I lick her pussy until she forgets everything but how good my tongue feels on her clit.
To have her legs wrapped around my waist as her pussy grips my cock, hot and wet as I pound into her.
Anything.
“Dominic.” Her voice is breathless. I wait for her outrage. For her to yell at me. “I’m so cold.”
Her skin is flushed at her cheeks and neck. She doesn’t look cold. If anything, she looks seconds away from breaking into a feverish sweat. One hand reaches into the waistband of her borrowed pants. Her eyes catch mine as she begins to touch herself.
“So wet,” she says licking her bottom lip.
“Come here.”
She bites her lip to keep from smiling in triumph, but I see it lifting the corners of her mouth. Shaking her head, she leans against the wall, as her hand slips further into the pants.
“Fuck, Rachel.”
Her giggle makes me smile but the ache of a delayed orgasm turns it into a wince.
“Let me taste you,” I beg. “No more, I promise. Just let me lick you.”
“After,” she says in a soft voice.
Mind so jumbled I almost ask, ‘after what’. Understanding dawns as she watches me stroke my cock in fast jerking movements.
After I come.
I’d rather come with her salty musk on my tongue and her thighs bracketing my head, but I don’t have a choice.
The base of my spine tingles and a second later hot sticky seed coats my hand and stomach. Rachel’s eyes remain fixed on my cock, her hand unmoving.
I use my shirt to clean up my stomach before tossing it onto the floor. Rachel doesn’t meet my gaze as I sink to my knees in front of her. Embarrassed by her boldness she’s turned shy on me, and I won’t have it. Her pants slide down with the slightest tug.
“You don’t have to—” she tries to protest.
No panties. Rachel’s pussy is wet, and I can’t wait any longer to taste her. My tongue slips between her folds with eagerness. Her hands land in my hair and she tugs me closer, directing my head to right where she wants me.
When I look up, her head is tilted back against the wall, her breath coming out in short little pants.
Her pussy drips liquid ambrosia on my tongue as I work her into a frenzy. She’s not quiet with her pleasure and I love it. I want her screaming for me, but I’ll settle for her moans.
Soon the arousal spilling out of her drips down my chin, and her core begins to squeeze my tongue. She’s close, but her knees are trembling, and I don’t want her to fall.
Guiding her legs up one at a time, I have them drape over my shoulders to hang down my back. The angle exposes her cunt fully and I wouldn’t be much of a soldier if I didn’t press my advantage.
“Dom,” she sighs when I suck on her clit.
Her ass is soft and supple in my hands as I hold her up against the wall. I can’t help but give it a little squeeze as my tongue sinks into her pussy once more.
She whimpers when I tease her. Moans when I pet her pretty little clit with my tongue.
Soon she’s crying out as she comes, arousal melting onto my tongue like warm honey, and my cock is hard again. I’ve always craved sweets. Her eyes are glassy with pleasure, her lips are red where she’s bitten them, and her stiff nipples are poking at the front of her shirt.
I ease her legs down, only letting go when I’m sure she can stand on her own two feet. I’m ready to toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom for the next round.
“One hell of a first kiss,” she whispers, stopping me in my tracks.
Guilt punches the air from my lungs as I stare down into soft warm brown eyes that are entirely too innocent.
“Our first kiss, or your first kiss?” I ask.
“Both,” she says with a shy smile.
I could not be a bigger ass if I tried. Here I am ready to fuck her through the mattress, and she’s never even been kissed. Fuck. I went down on her before I kissed her.
“Rachel,” I try to talk around a lump in my throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop that.” The soft glow in her eyes is gone. Snuffed out by irritation. “You don’t have to apologize to me.”
“I just—”
“If you didn’t like it, you should’ve stopped.” She pushes against my chest, her efforts futile. She’s not strong enough to move me but it doesn’t stop her from trying. “I didn’t make you do that!”
“No, you didn’t.”
Her head snaps up, brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. Correction. I am officially the biggest ass.
“I liked it,” I tell her as my hands land on hers, pinning them to my chest. “I liked it a lot.”
She stares at me in confusion.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t kiss you properly first.”
“I’m not,” she fires back.
“See that’s the problem,” I say with a smirk. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”