Chapter 25 #4
I roll my hips, grinding deep, and she whimpers. The sound does something primal to me, makes me want to spend the rest of my life pulling those noises out of her. I do it again, and again, finding the angle that makes her breath catch, that makes her nails dig crescents into my shoulders.
“Dominic,” she breathes.
I pull back just enough to look at her, to really look, because this is something I’ve never experienced before.
This feeling like we’re two halves of a whole that’s been broken apart for years and is finally clicking back together.
She must see it too, because her hand comes up to cup my face, and for a moment we just breathe together, our bodies still joined, still moving in that slow, deep rhythm.
Then she’s pushing at my shoulders, urging me to roll, and I go willingly, pulling her with me until she’s straddling my hips with my cock still buried inside her.
She sits up above me, all bare skin and perfect tits and dark hair wild around her face, the city lights catching her from behind. She looks like a damn vision.
I groan when she rolls her hips, reaching up to take her hands and lacing our fingers together as she rides me. Those dark eyes look down at me, seeing straight through every wall I’ve ever built.
Her rhythm is slow and deliberate, grinding down onto me, taking me so deep I can feel myself hitting the end of her with every roll. Her breasts sway with the movement, and I release one of her hands to reach up and cup one, feeling the weight of it in my palm, brushing my thumb across her nipple.
She gasps, her rhythm faltering for a moment before she finds it again. Her head tips back, and she looks like something out of a fever dream I never want to wake up from.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “I could watch you like this forever.”
She looks back down at me, her eyes dark with want, and the smile that curves her lips is devastating.
“Then watch,” she whispers, and starts to move faster, riding me harder.
I grip her hips and match her rhythm, thrust for thrust, watching the pleasure build on her face, feeling her tighten around me with every roll of her hips.
She’s magnificent like this, completely uninhibited, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her thighs flexing against my sides as she takes what she wants.
The sounds she’s making are driving me insane, these breathy little moans that get louder every time she grinds down and takes me deep.
I slide my hands up her body, palming her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she gasps and arches into the touch. Her hands cover mine, pressing them harder against her chest, showing me exactly how she wants to be touched.
“Like that,” she breathes, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. “God, Dominic, just like that.”
I sit up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her lower back, pulling her flush against me so we’re chest to chest, her tits pressed against my pecs, her face inches from mine.
The angle changes and we both groan at the difference, my cock hitting deeper, her clit grinding against my pelvis with every movement.
“Fuck, Brooke,” I groan, my fingers digging into her hips. “You feel so good. You’re going to make me come.”
“Good,” she breathes against my mouth, grinding down harder, clenching around me deliberately, her walls squeezing my cock. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
My cock throbs inside her at the words. I thrust up into her, hard, and she cries out, her nails raking down my back. I do it again, and again, fucking up into her while she rides me, our bodies slick with sweat, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
“You want me to fill you up?” I growl against her throat, biting down on the sensitive skin below her ear. “Want to feel my cum dripping out of you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head falling back, her rhythm going ragged and desperate. “God, yes, Dominic, please.”
I can feel her walls starting to flutter around me, feel the telltale tightening that means she’s close. I slide one hand between us and find her clit, pressing firm circles against it while I keep thrusting up into her, and she keens, her whole body trembling in my arms.
“Come with me,” I manage, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. “Brooke, I need you to come with me.”
“I’m close,” she whimpers, grinding down onto my cock, onto my fingers, chasing it. “I’m so close, don’t stop, please don’t stop—“
I press harder on her clit and thrust up deep, burying myself to the hilt, and she shatters above me with a cry that echoes off the walls. Her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves, squeezing my cock so tight I can barely breathe.
The feeling of her coming around me is too much.
I bury myself deep and let go, groaning her name as I spill inside her, my cock pulsing, filling her with everything I have.
My hips jerk up to meet hers, grinding deep, and she moans at the feeling of me coming inside her, her walls still fluttering around me, drawing out every last drop.
She collapses onto my chest, both of us breathing hard, her heart pounding against mine.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, one hand stroking up and down her spine, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
And I think, this is what I’ve been missing my whole life.
This is what I didn’t know I was looking for.