Chapter 3
Chapter Three
She was playing along, thank God.
Dom swallowed a too large gulp of his scotch, the burn down his chest calming him.
Bringing out the wine sticks had been a near miss. But how could he let her drink the wine when he knew how badly she would suffer the next day?
Now he needed to get them back on the fantasy train.
He shuffled a little closer to her. Her gasp was sweet when his thigh pressed against hers. Suddenly, he wished he had arranged for them to meet directly at their hotel suite. He would have ravished that pretty mouth by now and…
No, his wife had always liked a little thrill in their sex life. While it had been regular for years—because he was a man who thrived on a routine—it definitely had been nothing close to thrilling. Worse, with his company going public in the last two years, he’d had neither the energy nor the time even for scheduled sex. Then, with Mona falling ill…it had all come to a screeching halt.
“You’re right,” he said, running his finger over the plump veins on the back of her hand. “Who wants to share boring details when they can be teased out in a fun game?”
She took a sip of her wine, which left her lips glistening. He wanted to lick it off so badly that he shivered.
“A fun game?” She eyed him with such bloodthirstiness that Dom had to bite his lower lip to stop smiling.
“You could let me earn the privilege of learning your secrets,” he said, lifting a piece of smoked salmon tartare to her mouth.
A soft moan escaped her as she chewed and the sound went straight to his dick. “It’s on,” she said. Then she clutched his wrist, made him pick another piece and feed her. The tip of her tongue licked the tips of his fingers while she held his gaze.
Lust slammed into him like a freight train. He gripped her chin. “Flirty or filthy for tonight?”
Her lips parted in a soft gasp. “Filthy.”
“Private or public?”
Eyes wide, she looked around and trembled. “Public.”
“Truth or dare?”
She pushed one silky shoulder against the paneled wood and considered him, the edges of her hair fluttering over the swell of one tit. The angle dragged on her neckline, presenting him with her cleavage. He got stuck on the decadent sight.
God, he’d missed her tits like no one’s business. If things went well, he would bury his face between them tonight and not come up for air. Maybe he would do it for the rest of their lives. He had made enough money for them to live in comfort without ever working again.
How had he lost sight of what was important so badly?
“Eyes up here,” she said, her lips glistening from the wine.
He swallowed, wriggled on the seat—with no relief to his thickening dick, and looked up. “Truth or dare?” he repeated.
She lifted her chin. “Dare.”
He raised his brows in pretend surprise. “Do you want to know the question before you choose? I’m feeling generous.”
“Nope,” she said, popping the sound with an irreverence he wanted to kiss out of her. She knew damn well that he’d ask about her living her dream.
“Fine.” He let his fingers drift over the silky swathe of her nape. Her eyelids fluttered close and she leaned into his touch. “I’ll make you come right here, now.”
Her wine glass shook in her hand so violently that a little spilled over her chest.
Casting a quick glance around them—the bistro had luckily grown busier and noisier—Dom grabbed a napkin and pressed it against her pulse with his thumb.
Beneath its folds, he spread his fingers until the tips reached into the wide neckline of her dress. A band of heat sizzled down his groin as the tip of his finger found a plump nipple. He rubbed and tapped it over and over, then caught it between two fingers and tugged.
Mona jerked, her hips moving in a tiny arc, a breathy pant falling from her lips. She slapped her hand over the napkin, holding it there.
Leaning over her torso as if to check something, Dom snuck more of his fingers in. With a groan buried in his throat, he cupped and squeezed her tit.
Writhing on the seat, Mona pushed herself into his touch. “That feels…so good.”
“What I wouldn’t give to roll my tongue around these…” he said, flicking the taut bud one more time.
A sudden burst of applause from a table behind them had them jerking apart.
Head thrown back against the leather, eyes closed, Mona huffed. A small wet patch glimmered on the bodice of her dress.
Stroking her jaw, Dom leaned down. “God, look at you, fantasy girl. With your nipples poking out of that dress, you look so ready to be ruined.” He let his mouth flutter down to her neck and took a deep breath. “And I want to…so bad.”
Shivering, she arched into his touch. Notes of jasmine, warmed by her sweet sweat, hit his nostrils. He breathed in greedily, his body releasing months of tension. Please God that she let him take her to the hotel suite tonight. He’d spend all of it on his knees, worshipping every curve and contour with his lips and fingers. “You still up for the dare?”
Her eyes searched his, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
For just a second, they lingered over his lips and he bit back a groan. He would give up his soul to have her kiss him. Show him the passion she’d buried beneath disappointment and hurt.
“Is this turning you on?” she said, surprising him.
“Does it matter?” he asked, his heart jerking painfully against his ribcage. This was a fantasy for her, yes, but a part of him desperately wanted the emotional connection they had always shared.
“Yes,” she said, smoothing her fingers over his jaw.
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. With a soft moan that only he could hear, she cupped him.
His cock thickened. Throwing his head back, Dom let her squeeze him for a moment more, then pulled her hand away. “Shall I proceed?”
Her chest rose and fell as she cast a self-conscious look around her. But the flush painting her cheeks and her neck was unmistakable. She ran a hand over her chest, giving her tit a quick squeeze.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, planting his palm over her stomach. The satin rustled under his fingers, warmth bleeding through from her flesh. “If you see stars, don’t be shocked.”
Another shiver wracked her petite frame. “You’re good at this.”
He ate up the surprise in her tone. “Keep your chin lifted and sip your wine.”
Her eyes widened in her face but the thrill of it shimmered in her taut body. “What if I…moan too loud?”
“I’ll stuff my fingers in your mouth. Later, you’ll be punished,” he murmured huskily. Why had they waited this long to explore this side of themselves together? How had he forgotten how much he adored her wild abandon in passion?
She licked her lower lip and grazed her fingers over the outline of his cock. It jumped, desperate for more. “Like stuffing my mouth with something bigger and harder?”
Lust coiled through him, every muscle lighting up like bulbs on a circuit. “You’re mine tonight then?” he said, sending his hand down her soft belly. “To do with, as I wish?”
Her thighs trembled as he found the hem of the dress and tugged it up. He trailed his fingers over the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs. “I need an answer.”
“Uh…” she said, her mouth falling open. Her wine glass shook again.
“Careful, fantasy girl. If you spill anymore, I’d have to lick it off those gorgeous tits and we’ll get arrested.”
Her plump ass wriggled on the leather seat, trying to get friction, no doubt. “I’ll let you do whatever you want tonight.”
“You would let me fuck you on a first date?” he taunted.
Her teeth dug into her lower lip. “How are you so good at dirty talk suddenly?”
He grinned. “This old dog has picked up many new tricks. All for you. Just for you.”
“I…I don’t know what to say.” A moment’s hesitation danced in her eyes. She squeezed his wrist. “Or what to make of all this.”
“Don’t think. Just let me take care of you. Yeah?”
“You always have, Dom.”
“Not in the way you needed it,” he said, his own throat suddenly heavy with so many unsaid things.
“That’s on me too,” she said, fair to the last.
He rubbed his cheek against hers, his chest aching. “Right now, lift that peachy ass for me, sweetheart,” he said, taking a casual sip of his whiskey with his left hand.
When her dress loosened around her thighs, he sent his left hand exploring up them again. Silky-smooth skin and warm flesh met his questing digits. And then the damp spot on her flimsy thong.
His cock pushed against his trousers at the evidence of her readiness.
“X marks the spot,” he said, pressing his thumb against it.
Her breath hitched as he shoved the fabric aside and ran his finger-pad over the seam of her folds.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me.”
“I…it’s…for…”
He grinned. “Words not needed, fantasy girl.” Then he made a few passes up and down her silky, damp folds, spreading her wetness around, learning the map of her anew. Remembering what she liked, he circled her slit without penetrating.
Her lips fell open on a long, low gasp.
When he knocked at her clit with his knuckles, she gave a little thrust of her hips under the table.
“I missed you, baby,” he said, taking a sip of the whiskey for his parched throat. His body tightened, readying to explode with one hard stroke. “In our bed, in that damned house, in the…”
“No parallel lifetimes, Dom,” she murmured between rasping groans and rhythmic jerks. “Right now, all I care about is coming.”
He laughed and then thrust his fingers inside her.
She covered her mouth with her palm and buried her teeth in the fleshy base.
Bending close, he pressed his mouth to her temple and told her how hard she made him while he hooked one finger to hit the sweet spot deep inside her.
“Tell me what you need more of,” he demanded.
“That’s it. More on that spot please,” she whispered.
Two fingers pumping inside her snug sheath, he circled her clit with the pads of the others. The wet, slurpy sounds of her cunt swallowing his digits made every nerve ending in his body strain towards the edge.
“Do you know how pretty you look right now? Your nipples are fat and tight against that satin. Your lips are plump and pink. And here,” he caught her clit with two fingers and twisted it, “you’re so ready for me.”
She jerked and squirmed, sweat beading over her lip. “I’m so close. Please…”
On and on, he drove her, urged by her mewls and the tight clutch of her thighs locking around his wrist. “Then come for me, fantasy girl. So that I can chase this scotch with the taste of you.”
Her teeth buried in his bicep, she came with a keening sound that filled all the empty spaces inside him. He kissed her sweaty temple and slowly, pulled his fingers out of her.
She moaned.
Holding her gaze, he licked them up.
Still trembling, she pressed the glass of water to her cheek. “Thank you,” she said primly, shying her gaze from his. “That was…fantastic.”
Tenderness filled his chest. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her close. Now, she smelled like sex and jasmine and red wine…a cocktail of scents that made his cock throb. “That was just the starter.” When she stiffened, he braced himself and gave her the out she might need. “If you don’t want to spend the night with me, I…understand.”
She faced him, emotions flashing through her eyes. “I do. But I don’t want to talk about…us. I want the fantasy to continue.”