21. Liana #2
“Tell me to sleep on the floor.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Tell me to go downstairs. Say the word and I’m gone. But if you don’t say it in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to assume you want what I want. And what I want is to make you come so hard you forget why you ever left me.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. My core pulsed with need. My mouth opened to tell him to go, to leave, to give me space to think.
“Don’t go downstairs.”
The words came out before I could stop them, and his eyes flared with triumph.
“Thank fuck.” He grabbed me and pulled me against him, his mouth crashing into mine.
The kiss was brutal. His hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back, and he bit my lower lip hard enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails in, dragging them down his back through his t-shirt. He growled against my mouth and shoved me onto my back, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hips settling between my thighs.
I could feel him hard against my core, straining against his shorts, and I rocked up into him instinctively.
“Fuck.” He pulled back, breathing hard. “Get up.”
“What?”
He was already moving, climbing off the bed, grabbing my ankles and dragging me toward the edge.
“On your knees.” His hands found my hips and flipped me over, positioning me so my knees were at the edge of the mattress and my chest was pressed into the sheets. “Ass in the air. Stay just like that.”
“Dominic, what are you-”
His hand cracked against my ass and I yelped, the sound echoing off the walls before I could stop it.
“Not a word.” His voice was low and rough behind me. “Not a single fucking sound. Bianca is sleeping through that wall. You wake her up, we stop. Understand?”
I nodded, my face pressed into the mattress, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
“Good girl.”
His hands hooked into the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down my legs, taking my underwear with them. The cool air hit my exposed flesh and I shivered, acutely aware of how wet I was, how swollen, how desperate.
He didn’t touch me right away. Just stood there behind me, and I could feel him looking, taking in the sight of me spread open for him.
“Jesus Christ, Liana.” His voice was thick with want. “Look at you. Dripping wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Please.” The word slipped out before I could stop it.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“Say it.”
“Dominic.”
“Say it or I walk away right now.”
“My pussy.” My face burned with the admission. “Please touch my pussy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
His hands spread my thighs wider, opening me up completely, and then his mouth was on me from behind.
The first touch of his tongue made me jerk forward, my fingers clawing at the sheets. He licked through my folds in one long, slow stroke, bottom to top, and the sound he made when he tasted me was obscene.
“Fuck, baby.” He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my soaked flesh. “This pussy missed me, didn’t it? Missed my mouth. Missed my tongue. Been dreaming about this.”
His tongue found my clit and circled it slowly, not enough pressure, just enough to make me squirm.
“Haven’t you?”
“Yes.” The admission came out broken.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ve been dreaming about this.” My hips pushed back against his face. “About you. About your mouth on me. Please, Dominic, please.”
He laughed against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder, and then his tongue pressed flat against my clit and stroked upward in a firm, deliberate motion.
My whole body went taut.
He did it again. And again. Long, slow licks that dragged through my wetness and circled my clit before starting over. My thighs shook with the effort of staying still, of not grinding back against his face, of not making the sounds that were building in my throat.
“You taste so fucking good.” He groaned the words against me. “Could eat this pussy for hours. Keep you right on the edge until you’re begging me to let you come.”
His tongue dipped lower, pressing into my entrance, and I bit down on the sheets to keep from crying out. He fucked me with his tongue, shallow thrusts that made wet sounds in the quiet room, and then dragged back up to my clit and sucked hard.
The orgasm almost took me by surprise.
It built low in my belly, a tightening coil that wound tighter with every stroke of his tongue. My thighs started to tremble. My breath came in short, sharp gasps. I could feel myself climbing toward the edge, could feel the wave building, building…
He pulled back.
“Not yet.” His voice was ragged. “You don’t come until I say you can come.”
“Dominic, please-”
“You think I didn’t notice how close you were?” His hands squeezed my ass, spreading me open wider. “I know every sound you make. Every little shiver. I know when you’re about to fall apart, and I decide when you get to.”
His tongue found my clit again and flicked against it lightly, teasingly.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Me.”
“Wrong answer.”
He pulled away completely, and I whimpered at the loss.
“Who does it belong to, Liana?”
“You.” The word tore out of me. “It belongs to you. It’s always belonged to you.”
“That’s right.” His mouth sealed over my clit and sucked, and I had to shove my fist against my lips to muffle the sob that escaped. “It’s mine. This pussy is mine. And I’m going to make it come so hard you see stars.”
He ate me like he was starving for it. No more teasing, no more building slowly.
Just his tongue working my clit in fast, relentless circles while his hands gripped my ass hard enough to leave bruises.
The wet sounds of his mouth on me filled the room, obscene and desperate, and I could feel myself hurtling toward the edge again.
“Come for me.” He growled the words against my flesh. “Now. Come on my face.”
The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision went white.
My whole body convulsed, my walls clenching around nothing, my clit pulsing against his tongue as he worked me through every wave.
I bit down on my forearm to keep from screaming, my hips grinding back against his mouth, taking everything he was giving me.
Before the aftershocks had even faded, he was flipping me onto my back.
“Wrap your legs around me.”