Chapter 35
SAMAIRA
B efore I’d even finished the sentence, Dominic had his tongue down my throat, his groan sending tremors through my body.
His kiss was all hunger and need and passion.
His tongue swiped along mine, his taste a drug in my veins, making me soaking wet.
His words touched my lips in a breathless whisper. “Lock the fucking door.”
All my protests died in my mouth the moment he squeezed my throat and bit my ear. My chest heaved as my legs squeezed tight together to relieve the pulsing ache between them. I whimpered as he groaned. “Now, baby. Before I stop caring about privacy.”
I made my legs move and ran to the door, locking it and checking it twice.
I turned around and found him holding up the blanket for me. For just a second, I tried to tell him no, to wait till he was healed. But the need in his eyes matched the one in mine, and I started to shed my clothes as I walked back to him.
His eyes flared with hunger and need. They devoured every inch that I revealed.
His fist clenched the blanket, and he groaned so sweetly, so fucking desperately for me, my pussy pulsed with the need to be filled by his cock.
I was completely naked by the time I reached him and climbed on his lap, knowing it would immobilize his leg.
I looked at what he was wearing and gave him a wicked smile.
“We need to thank the hospital for putting you in this gown.”
He growled as I moved his flimsy little gown up his hips, exposing his thick, pulsing cock to me.
Precum slid down his length, and I couldn’t help but grind the heel of my palm to my aching clit, just to relieve that pounding pleasure racing down my spine.
I moaned at the sight of his glistening cock that he now held in his fist.
A light day-old stubble lined his jaw as he clenched it, the veins in his forearms popping as he stroked his cock, precum glistening over his tip, making my mouth fucking water. I was fucking hungry, and he was waving my favorite candy in front of my face.
I pushed his hand away and moved farther down his legs. “I would’ve climbed on your cock, Dom. But you just had to show off. Now, you’ll lie there without moving your fucking leg while I have my dessert first.”
He fucking groaned as the beeping in the machine intensified. With a smirk, I held his cock in my hand and pushed the tip in my mouth. His taste exploded on my tongue, and my pussy ached with emptiness. My arousal slid down my thighs the more I sucked him down my throat.
Dominic was a live wire, thrumming with electric pleasure and want.
His hand pushed into my hair and held it in his tight fist as he moved my head to direct me how he wanted me.
He pushed my head down with a strong grip so my nose met the lightly trimmed hair at the base of his cock.
I fucking inhaled him, and my hands clutched his thigh, my need to consume him pushing me to the edge of my sanity.
His essence, his smell, the feel of his skin on my tongue was so fucking intoxicating that I wanted to rub my face in the juncture of his thighs and balls and drown myself in him.
He was sex and musk and mine. I moved off his cock and pushed my tongue right where I needed to, at the spot between his thighs and his balls, his taste exploding on my tongue.
Moans and whimpers clouded the air around us, and I realized they were coming from me. Dominic groaned as I rubbed my face along his balls and sucked one of them in my mouth. His hips moved, and I held his legs down with a scowl. “You move that leg, Dominic, and I’ll stop.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to kill me. As much as I love seeing my balls between your lips, you need to be sitting on my cock. Before somebody comes knocking.”
Urgency rushed through me. Dominic’s cock was sopping wet, precum pooled on his abs. I swiped at it and rubbed my pussy with it, pleasure singeing every little nerve in my body. My hips pulsed of their own accord, uncontrollable need thrumming between my legs.
Hunger consumed me, and I moved over Dominic, reminding myself that he was here with me. He was safe. He was mine. I pushed my lips against his and aligned his cock at my soaking wet entrance.
He growled against my lips. “I fucking love how wet you get for me, Maira. Always soaking wet.”
He bit my lip to the point of pain, his claim making me wild. I pushed his cock inside me in one uninterrupted thrust, taking him in all the way to the hilt. He groaned my name like a prayer, his large hands grabbing my ass hard enough to leave behind his fingerprints, and I loved that even more.
I moved over his cock, pulling him out right up to the tip. I sat back down, fully, capturing his wild groan on my tongue. His head arched back, the veins on his neck pulsing with the pounding of his heart.
I swiped my tongue on them and bit his neck, sucking it in time with my thrusts, whimpering as his cock hit the spot that had me seeing stars. Sweat pooled where our skin met as Dominic clutched the back of my head and moved me so I met his eyes.
They were burning with desire, his jaw pulsing with raw possession. “How does this feel, baby?”
He slammed his cock inside me, holding me immobilized on top of him.
“Your leg,” I whimpered, trying to turn my head back to look at it.
But he kept my head locked in his grip, and slammed into me once again, pulling a needy whimper out of my lips as spine-tingling pleasure erupted in my core.
“I’m only using one leg. Now, tell me how it feels. ”
Another slam that had his balls slapping my ass and my eyes rolling back. “Incredible.”
He pulled my face so his nose rubbed against mine, his breath hitting my cheek, and slammed into me again. “Now?”
“Fuck.” My eyes burned, and my skin was on fire as pleasure coursed through my veins. My hips thrust in a wild motion, trying to pull him deeper into me, squeezing him tight to keep him inside me. “So good.”
His thrusts turned slower but deeper; his lips touched mine with a softness that had tears sliding down my cheeks.
His firm hold on my head turned lighter as he caressed my hair.
His cock moved inside me so achingly slow, so punishingly deep, as if he was marking me as his from the inside.
As if he could stay inside me forever and never be satisfied.
His tongue swept along mine with so much passion, so much need, so much fucking care, every inch of me felt treasured.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, and his tongue captured them, all the while thrusting inside me like a man devoted to my pleasure.
“And now?” His rough voice caressed my throat as he tucked his head into my chest, sucking at the top of my breast,
My fingers laced in his hair as I pulled his head so his eyes—so soft, so achingly tender—met mine. “Love. It feels like love.”
A blinding smile came over his face as he kept thrusting inside me in that same achingly slow manner, pushing me over the edge with his loving eyes and his rock-hard cock, shattering me into a million tiny pieces, pleasure ripping through my body in mindless waves.
My pussy flooded with so much wetness, Dominic’s eyes rolled back in his head as his cock thickened inside me.
His hips lost all their rhythm, and he erupted inside me with a groan so loud I had to put my palm over his mouth.
His cock pulsing inside me had my pussy tightening around him, needing to keep him inside me. He was about to pull out of me, but I squeezed around him, pulling a grunt out of him. I pressed my lips to his and whispered, “Stay.”
A small smile curled his lips, and he pulled me into a hug, his arms closing around me protectively. “As long as you want, baby.”
His heart beat strongly in my ears, and I realized how close I came to losing him. I caressed his chest, right where his heart thumped in a strong, healthy rhythm. “I was worried.” My voice broke on the last word.
His arms tightened around me as he laid his cheek on my head.
“Me too. I kept thinking that I just got you, and I wasn’t ready to lose you.
What if our first date was our last? What if I only got to tell you that I love you once?
What if I never got to see your smile again? Thank you for saving me, Samaira.”
His hospital gown was wet with my tears as I turned my head to look at him.
The light in his eyes. The smile on his lips.
The warmth of his cheeks. “Thank you for finding me. Thank you for making me feel safe to love again. You thank me for saving you, but Dominic, you are the one who saved me from a lonely life when I was too afraid to love.”
He pulled me closer to him, and his cock slipped out, making me feel empty and deliciously filthy wet. His lips pressed against my forehead. “Tell me you’ll move in with me.”
My heart soared and danced and sighed with relief. Because I did not want to spend a single night without being wrapped in his arms. I gave him a mocking, shocked gasp. “Dominic, what about that wonderful, large apartment you gifted me in that beautiful building?”
That had him scowling adorably. “Then I’ll move in with you.”
I wanted to squeal and giggle, but I kept my lips pursed in thought. “Isn’t it too early in our relationship, though? What if we get in a fight? What if you realize that I’m not the best roommate or girlfriend and that it’s impossible to live with me?”
He growled, and his eyes narrowed at me. “If we were at home, I’d spank you so fucking hard for every single one of your ridiculous questions, Maira, you wouldn’t be able to sit on your ass for days.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. “See, you’re already mad at me, and we haven’t even moved in together.”
His glare turned into an adorable scowl. “Stop that. We’re moving in together. Either at my place or we make a home in the brand-new apartment.”