Chapter 26 Dom #2
She looked up at me like I hung the damn stars.
“I’m not done, Otter. You trust me?”
“Yeah.” Her eyes sparked as she slid her panties down, black lace trailing over her skin.
“You’ll tell me if anything feels wrong?”
“Yeah.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Good,” I murmured, brushing her hair back. “Because I’ve got a hundred ways to pull you under, and every one of them ends with you floating.”
She let out a long breath, her arms stretched up in surrender.
I kissed my way lower, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them.
My mouth found her opening. Pink, slick, and tight in a way that told me everything I needed to know—this was uncharted, sacred ground.
I wouldn’t take more than she was ready to give.
But I’d learn. God, I’d learn every inch, every tremble, and I’d make sure she never forgot what it felt like to be loved before she was taken.
So I savored her, letting every flick of my tongue and every stroke of pressure build her higher but never let her topple.
Not yet. She twitched beneath me, releasing those breathless, broken sounds that punched the want straight out of me.
Her fists tangled in the sheets, and her back bent with need.
Bless her. She couldn’t bear how good it felt.
I slid my hands up, thumbing over her nipples. Her whole body arched like it was answering to me alone, trembling just enough to tell me she was on the verge. I slowed, not to hold her back, but to hold her through it. To make sure she didn’t just fall, but landed.
She was panting when I climbed up beside her, flushed and glowing.
“How am I doing?” I asked, brushing a kiss to her cheek.
She didn’t answer right away. She just wrapped her arms around me, sliding under my arms, her fingers locking at my back.
“You’re doing criminally well,” she murmured. “I think I’m already drowned. And drunk.”
“Good,” I whispered against her skin. “Let’s see how far under I can take you.”
I stayed where I was, my hand drifting lower.
I stroked between her thighs, feeling the way her body responded.
She bucked against me as I circled her clit—once, twice, almost soft—before pressing the pad of my finger hard, creating constant friction.
My tongue had raised the walls. My fingers were here to break them down, one crushing wave at a time.
She jerked, her legs clamping around me, her whole body curving.
“Too much?” I asked.
She gasped out my name as if it were the only word she had left.
I took in her stricken expression, almost awed by it. “No one’s ever done that to you, have they?”
“God, no,” she breathed. For a moment, she seemed floored, then slowly found her way back to me. “Dom…what was that?”
I smiled against her. “That was you, Otter.”
She was still catching her breath. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“Want more?”
She didn’t answer. She just nodded, wide-eyed.
So I gave her more.
When she whispered, “Bite me like you did in the river,” I gave her exactly what she asked for.
I pressed kisses down her neck, then latched on, sucking, nipping, and catching her skin between my teeth. Her pulse thumped against my mouth, and I throbbed harder for it. Hell, my cock was already dripping for her.
“This what you want?” I growled, licking the mark before biting down again, hard enough to make sure she’d feel me long after I let go.
Her hands tangled in my hair, her hips rising like she could come from this alone. My thumb circled her again while one finger eased inside. She gasped and shuddered, her whole body strung tight and trembling.
“You’re close,” I murmured.
She whimpered, but then pulled back. Her hand found mine.
“Dom…what about you?” she asked, her eyes searching mine as if she needed to check if I was okay too.
I shook my head, nose to nose with her, my lips brushing hers between words. “This…what we’re doing…it’s making love. And it’s everything I need.”
She still looked unsure.
I brushed my thumb over her cheek. “You don’t owe me anything, Autumn. Not ever.”
But she curled into me anyway, wrapping her hand around my cock, tentative but willing. “Tell me if it’s okay?”
“It’s more than okay,” I said, groaning as her touch found rhythm.
She was learning me now. Not with hesitation, but with heart. Every stroke was a question, and I answered with murmured encouragement and gasps I couldn’t hold back. I reached for her again, wanting her to feel good too, and when I found her sweet spot, her body lit up.
She cried out, her hips rolling against my palm, her voice breaking on my name. That second orgasm slammed into her, and the sound of it, the joy in it, nearly made me cry.
She was slick, clenching and riding the wave without shame.
And when she came back down, I freed my cock from her weakening hold, her fingers too drained to keep me. Then I finished myself with only a few strokes.
I let the pleasure take me, holding her tight and kissing the side of her face, her collarbone, and anywhere I could reach. I didn’t need loud. I didn’t need showy. I just needed her to know how real this was for me.
And even without going all the way, it was the most complete night of my life.
She melted into me, her breath hitching once, then falling into an easy rhythm as I pulled her close.
Wrapped up in her warmth, her trust, and her love, I knew I’d never let her go.
She recovered by degrees, her breaths leveling out as I held her close.
“How did you do that?” she murmured. “It felt like you already knew me.”
I smiled against her temple.
“You told me, Autumn,” I murmured, rubbing her all over with my open palm. Because she had. She had guided me, even in silence, and I followed where her body led.
She let out a shaky laugh, stunned. “You’re kind of incredible.”
“Tonight was about you,” I said.
She tilted her head, her eyes meeting mine. “You really don’t mind not, you know, going all the way?”
I brushed my nose against hers. “Penetration’s not the holy grail, Otter. Trust me on that.”
She grinned. “So what’s the deal with guys and blue balls?”
“Only applies if they’re unloved and completely out of luck.”
She laughed again, easing even more into me. Then, with a spark in her voice, she said, “Next time, I’ll come prepared.”
Next time.
Heat flickered through me, but I just tightened my arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
For her, I’d wait. I’d follow. I’d encore all night if she wanted.