Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
ROISIN
D ominic’s hands roam, exploring my every dip and curve, and my body reacts instinctively, arching into his touch as his lips cruise across my cheek. He nuzzles behind my ear before pressing a trail of kisses down my throat and across my collarbone.
When he reaches my breast and licks around the areola, all the nerves I was feeling, the ones I was desperate to hide from him, are replaced by a different kind of desperation, and I press up against him, silently begging him for more. When he finally stops teasing and takes the tip in his mouth, suckling it deep, I cry out and hold his head close as he makes me writhe beneath him.
His mouth moves to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and I'm lost in a haze of sensation. My fingers tangle in his hair as he trails kisses down my stomach, his stubble lightly scratching my sensitive skin.
When he reaches the juncture of my thighs, I tense momentarily, but Dominic looks up at me with such tenderness that I relax.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. “It’s okay if you do. We can stop this any time; you just have to say the word.”
I shake my head. “No, I want this,” I reassure him.
Continuing his ministrations, his fingers gently part my folds, and when his tongue touches me for the first time, where no man has before, I gasp at the intensity of it.
He takes his time, exploring and teasing, building a pressure inside me that I've never felt before. My hips begin to move of their own accord, seeking more of that exquisite friction. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Dominic slides a finger inside me, curling it in a way that makes me cry out.
"Let go, Roisin," he murmurs against my skin. "I've got you."
With a few more strokes of his tongue, I shatter, waves of pleasure washing over me as I call out his name. Dominic works me through it gently, only pulling away when the last tremors of my orgasm subside. He kisses his way back up my body, and I pull him close, craving his warmth and the solid weight of him against me.
"Are you alright?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nod, still catching my breath. "That was... incredible."
Dominic smiles, a mixture of pride and tenderness in his eyes. "You're incredible," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me deeply.
As he explores my mouth, I become acutely aware of his hardness pressing against my thigh and a thrill of anticipation and nerves courses through me. Dominic must sense my sudden tension because he pulls back slightly, searching my face.
"We don't have to go any further," he says gently. "This can be enough for tonight."
I shake my head, cupping his face in my hands. "No, I want to. I want you, Dominic. All of you."
He studies me for a moment, as if ensuring I'm certain. Then he nods, reaching for something on the bedside table. I hear the crinkle of foil as he rolls on protection.
Positioning himself between my legs, Dominic looks into my eyes, his gaze full of tenderness and desire. "I'll go slow," he promises, his voice husky. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
I nod, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. As he begins to push inside me, I feel a stretch and pressure that's unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Dominic moves with agonizing slowness, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation.
When he meets resistance, he pauses, pressing his forehead to mine. "Still okay?" he whispers.
"Yes," I breathe, tilting my hips slightly. With a gentle thrust, he pushes past the barrier. I gasp at the sharp pinch of pain, my fingers digging into his back. Dominic stills immediately.
"Don't stop," I insist, reading his intent, because already the uncomfortable feeling is starting to fade. "I'm alright.”
Dominic begins to move again, setting a slow, gentle rhythm. The initial discomfort gradually gives way to building pleasure as our bodies move together. Dominic's eyes never leave mine, his gaze intense and tender. I'm struck by the intimacy of this moment, of being so completely connected to another person.
As the sensations intensify, I find myself matching Dominic's movements, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. A low moan escapes my lips, and Dominic captures it with a deep kiss.
"You feel incredible," he murmurs against my mouth, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “So fucking tight.”
His words send a thrill through me, and instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper. Dominic groans, burying his face in my neck as his pace quickens. The change in angle sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body, and I cry out, clinging to him tightly.
"Oh, sweet heaven," I gasp, feeling the familiar tension building inside me once more, but not knowing how to embrace it.
"That's it," Dominic encourages, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "Let yourself feel it, Roisin."
His hand slips between our bodies, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation is almost too much, and I arch against him, trembling on the edge of something monumental.
"Dominic," I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
"That’s it," he murmurs, echoing his earlier words. "Come for me, Tesoro."
With a few more precise strokes of his fingers and a deep thrust, I fall apart beneath him. The pleasure is even more intense than before, radiating through my entire body in pulsing waves. I cry out, clinging to him as he continues to move in long, practiced strokes, prolonging my climax.
As I start to come down, I feel Dominic's rhythm falter. His muscles tense, and with a low groan, he finds his own release. The feeling of him pulsing inside me sends an aftershock of pleasure through my sensitive body.
For a long moment, we lay tangled together, both catching our breath. Dominic shifts his weight, careful not to crush me as he gently withdraws. I wince slightly at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before rolling to the side and walking into the bathroom to dispose of the condom discreetly.
When he returns, he cleans me with a warm cloth, and I’m suddenly shy when his intense gaze drops to the blood smeared on my thighs, the evidence of the gift I chose to give him. His jaw clenches, but he simply kisses my temple before going to rinse out the cloth.
Finally, he climbs back into the bed, gathering me in his arms, and I curl into his warmth, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat gradually slows beneath my ear as we lay in comfortable silence. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers through me.
"How are you feeling?" Dominic asks softly, his voice rumbling in his chest.
I nod against him. "Bloody awesome," I murmur, tilting my head to meet his gaze.
His expression grows more serious as he studies my face. "You sure? No pain or discomfort?"
The tenderness in his concern makes my heart swell. "A little sore," I admit. "But in a good way. I feel... different. But wonderful."
We’re silent for a moment longer, both lost in our own thoughts. Something has shifted in my mind. I don’t know if it’s the intimacy we’ve shared or the deed we’ve performed, but my feelings for Dominic seem to have exploded into something different. Something monumental.
I never imagined it could be like this. So intimate. So tender. I swallow hard, feeling suddenly vulnerable, connected to him in a way I've never felt with anyone before.
I know it’s probably just me, that to Dominic, this is just another encounter of many, and he’d never welcome the knowledge of my wayward thoughts, but I need to give him at least some of my reality. Acknowledge out loud just a little bit of what this suddenly means to me. So I whisper, “I’m glad it was you.”
I mean that more than he will ever know.