Chapter 20
K ate
Other women would be embarrassed, ashamed, or feel at least a tiny sense of guilt. Me? Not even a little.
It’s not like we can’t wait an hour or two and go again. Right? Granted, Dominic is thirty five, so maybe he doesn’t have the rebound of a spring chicken, but something tells me he is going to make the entire night one hell of an experience, regardless of how fast he came this time.
“You don’t even feel remotely sorry,” he rasps against my neck.
I burst into laughter. “Nope.”
I feel him chuckle against my skin, which makes me shiver, and that makes Dominic moan in return as I feel him pulsate against me. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull his head up to see his face. Glassy, unfocused eyes look back at me, a half-smile gracing his gorgeous face. “You said you wanted to keep me, so I figured this wasn’t a one-and-done situation.”
“You’re absolutely right,” he murmurs. As life sparks in his eyes once again, he gives me a mischievous smile as his tongue darts out to trace my nipple. I gasp as he blows against the wet skin, then leans forward to pull the tip between his teeth. The small amount of pain zings right down to my clit, and I grind against Dominic, feeling him harden beneath me.
“Already?” I moan as he continues nibbling on my nipple.
“Even I’m surprised,” he chuckles as he lets my nipple go with a smacking pop, dragging his tongue up my chest, neck, and into my waiting mouth. I can’t stop the variety of incoherent sounds and words flowing from me. Dominic nods in agreement every now and again, as if he’s completely understood whatever I’m trying to say. He slides one hand between us and cups my pussy, the palm of his hand pushing against my clit as he circles one finger at my opening.
I wish he would move faster. I’m right on the cusp of another earth-shattering orgasm, and if he just gave me a little bit more, I’d get there. When I see the small smirk on his handsome face, I know he’s doing it deliberately. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you there.”
“Dominic,” I whine, feeling like a spoiled brat not getting her way, and ready to throw a temper tantrum. The man has basically been edging me for weeks. Months, even. For him to hold out now is cruel.
“I want you to come when I’m buried inside you,” he whispers. “I want to feel every tremor flutter against my cock so you suck the cum right out of me.”
“Please, yes, hurry,” I moan. I need that. I need him, and I’ve never needed another person like I need him right now. I’m slightly scared, but also exhilarated at how my life has evolved since meeting Dominic.
“Eyes open, Katharine,” he commands. I didn’t realize I’d closed mine, and when I open them, he grabs my chin to hold me in place. “You don’t come until I say so. Do you understand? That orgasm is mine, and I’ll give it to you when I’m ready.”
“But I’m right there. I don’t know if I can stop it,” I cry, my body shaking with adrenaline and desire.
Dominic cocks his head to the side, studying me. I whimper as I try desperately to stave off the threatening orgasm. “Dominic, please!”
He swipes my clit once, and I explode. Black spots dot my vision as I shake through my orgasm, pleasure coursing through my veins. I vaguely feel him pulsing beneath me, but know he hasn’t come.
“Feel better?” he whispers as my head drops to his shoulder, and I nod against him. I’m covered with a sheen of sweat, and my energy has been completely depleted, but I’ve never felt better.
“Your turn?” I mumble, and he chuckles.
“My turn.” Dominic grabs my hair, winding it around his fist. “I can’t wait to fuck you from behind, holding your hair just like this. You’ll be at my mercy, raggio di sole .”
“Yes, please,” I giggle, a little bit of my energy returning.
Dominic smiles at me. “Another time. I’ve got something different in mind for tonight. Stand up, baby.”
Confused, I carefully extricate myself from his embrace, almost falling as I stand on quivering legs. Dominic stands, his hands coming to rest on my hips, squeezing tightly, and I have a vision of him leaving fingerprints on my skin that I’ll be able to look at for days. I frown when he turns me halfway around so I’m facing the wall, but realize immediately why.
The large mirror over the dresser is the perfect height to watch ourselves, and I shiver with anticipation. Dominic sits and guides me back down into his lap, not entering me just yet, but his intense gaze locks with mine in the mirror. “I want to watch you take me, Katharine. Witness how you stretch around me, sucking me deeper and deeper into your soul. Then I want to ruin you by fucking you so hard you won’t ever want to leave me, because you’ll know what only I can provide. Another time I’ll make love to you, but right now? I need it hard, and I think you do too.”
“Fuck, yes,” I whimper. Holy hell. I might come again if he keeps talking like that, without him touching me at all.
“Put your knees on each side of me,” Dominic commands. I carefully move my knees so I’m hovering backwards over his lap. “Look at me in the mirror.”
When my eyes meet his, he uses one hand to hold my hip, while the other positions his cock at my entrance. When I attempted to slide down his length, he stops me.
“Dominic,” I whine.
“From this moment, you’re mine. ”
The feminist in me decides to make an appearance at that moment. “Oh? Does that mean you’re mine?”
Dominic chuckles painfully. “Baby, I’ve been yours since the moment we said I Do.”
Wrapping his arm around my midsection, he pushes upward as he pulls me down, his thick cock stretching me in ways I’ve never imagined. This position rubs right against my G-spot, a location I couldn’t even find, but as soon as Dominic entered me, I knew where it was. We sit stationary for a moment as I adjust to his thickness, and I find myself swirling my hips. I gasp at the exquisite sensation, throwing my head back to rest against Dominic’s shoulder behind me.
“You look fucking edible like this, Katharine,” he growls as both hands slide up to cup my breasts, plucking the nipples harshly. I cry out, the sound a mix between pain and divine pleasure, as I continue rotating my hips so the base of his cock hits my clit. I think it can’t get any better than this, until Dominic begins to move.
The guttural moan that leaves my body is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It reverberates around the room and into the hallway, loud enough that, if the windows were open, the neighbors would undoubtedly be concerned. The sound returns almost each time Dominic thrusts into me. He’s hitting erogenous zones I had no idea existed in my body, tiny pinpricks of bliss that I think only he can find. I reach behind me to grab ahold of his hair, and he latches onto my neck.
An orgasm like no other is barreling toward me at breakneck speed. I’m both anticipating it and fearful of it at the same time, a juxtaposition of emotions as I realize Dominic is doing exactly what he said he’d do: he’s ruining me for anyone else. No way will I be able to go back to lackluster missionary sex where I may, or may not, get off. Dominic is the new standard.
“Dominic, can I come?” I cry out.
“Not yet,” he grunts against my neck, hammering into me with both arms wrapped tightly around me. I’ve never tried to fight off an orgasm before, and I don’t know how to do it.
“I can’t stop it,” I moan.
“Yes, you can,” he snaps. “One more minute.”
I think I might actually die in one more minute. Fairly certain I’ve lost feeling in my feet, my left eye won’t stay open, and I don’t think I’m actually moving at all.
“Eyes open, Katharine. Watch us,” Dominic commands, his voice deep and rasping as he continues pummeling into me at a rapid pace. I struggle to lift my head and open my eyes, but when I do, I look first at his face. Pure lust exudes from his gaze, his eyes as black as night. As I watch our bodies, Dominic moves his hands to bracket my stomach, and I slide my own hands over his. He immediately links our fingers together tightly. “Are you close?”
“Uh-huh,” I moan breathlessly. He takes our joined hands down and presses one finger against my clit while the other hands push against my stomach, thus making his cock slam against my G-spot over and over again. A kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my eyelids as I come, an insanely intense orgasm, making me hold my breath as I ride out the wave. My walls clamp down on Dominic so hard that he groans immediately, coating my walls with his own release.
I don’t realize I’ve passed out until a few minutes later when I wake up, still on top of him, but lying back onto the bed. “What happened?”
“I think you passed out because you forgot to breathe,” he comments. “Scared the hell out of me, baby. Don’t do that again.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I mutter.
“I know. It makes me feel better to remind you not to do it, though,” he admits.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Anxiety is weird.”
“I guess,” I comment, yawning. I stretch, aware that my body is vibrating with endorphins and the delicious cramping of a good fucking.
“How do you feel about baths?” Dominic asks.
“I’m pro-bath.”
“Are you pro-bath with a husband?”
“I think I could be pro-bath with a husband, yes,” I respond, a smile covering my face.
Dominic sits up, forcing me into a sitting position, and I wince as I realize he’s still inside me. “Good. A nice, hot, bath will keep you limber and relaxed. You’re gonna need that for what I have planned next.”
It turns out I’m definitely pro-bath with a husband. Dominic has a huge soaker tub in his en suite bathroom, and it’s the perfect size for the two of us. At first we faced each other, talking nonstop about our childhoods. Eventually he dragged me into his arms, cuddling me close as we talked about our hopes and dreams. It sounds cliche, but it was perfect.
My favorite part, however, was talking about what we thought we’d grow up to be as adults.
“It doesn’t matter what I wanted to be. I always knew I’d do something for the hotel,” Dominic says with a shrug.
“Knowing you’d do something, but wishing to be something else are two different things,” I point out. “That’s like me saying I didn’t have any dreams while in high school because I was caring for my mom, so that was my lot in life.”
“Alright, then tell me what you wanted to be.”
“Easy. A mom.”
“That’s not exactly a job — wait. Let me rephrase that,” he says with a laugh. “If you could get trained to do a job, whether that be on-the-job training, at a technical college, or a full four-year university, what did you dream of doing? ”
“It’s basically the same thing. I always saw myself working with kids in some capacity.”
“Why haven’t you had any jobs with kids yet?” he asks.
“Most jobs want employees with childcare experience, or some kind of degree, or even a state license. I’m lucky I graduated from high school with how crazy life was with my mom’s treatments. I was only able to take a couple of general classes at the community college. I thought about looking into some loans or scholarships after my mom passed, but at that point, I was in full survival mode.”
Leaning back against Dominic, his heart beating steadily, I wait to hear his response. When he clears his throat, I stiffen, expecting the worst. What I don’t expect, however, is what he says. “If you had unlimited funds right now, what would you do?”
I turn to study him. “Is that your way of telling me I can have access to your bank accounts or something? Because I have to tell you, Dominic, that is such a male thing to say —”
Dominic barks back a laugh as he covers my mouth with his forefinger. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t have unlimited funds. Raising three kids is expensive. I was just asking you to dream.”
“Oh,” I whisper sheepishly. Settling against him again, I think for a moment. “I think I’d love to open a preschool like the one Victoria works at. I got to help out there a few times, and it’s just extraordinary. I’d want it to be one that was more nature-based, with hands-on learning, instead of curriculum based. I want children to use their entire body to learn.”
“It sounds like you’ve put a little more thought into your dream than you let on, Katharine,” Dominic comments.
I shrug, suddenly embarrassed at how much I’ve revealed. Yeah, I’ve thought about it. Anyone can dream big. And while I’m almost always a glass-half-full kind of woman, I’m still a realist. I can’t open a preschool without money, experience, and probably a degree.
“I can feel you shutting down on me,” Dominic says quietly as he leans down to press a soft kiss on my shoulder .
“I just know it isn’t possible. My dream. I don’t have the experience, the money, or the degrees to get licensed.”
“What would be the first step toward that dream? If you wanted to go for it, what would you do?” Dominic asks nonchalantly.
“I guess get a job at a daycare or preschool to get some experience. Or maybe enroll in college? I’m honestly not sure. God, can you imagine me rolling into a college education class with kids ten years younger than me? How embarrassing,” I comment awkwardly.
“I think it happens more than you realize. Look at Alex. He knows his time is up with the National Guard soon, and he has to decide what he wants to do. Tons of military folks retire and finally get a chance to go to college,” Dominic tells me. “As for your question about work or school, why not both?”
“What?” I ask incredulously.
“Why can’t you get a job in a preschool and start taking classes at the same time?” he asks.
“How on Earth would that work? I can’t be in two places at once.”
“Did you know I have my MBA?” he asks suddenly, and I feel a sense of whiplash as he so quickly changes the topic from me to him.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve mentioned it before.”
“Do you know where my degree is from?”
“No.”
“The University of New Hampshire.” Dominic turns my head so he can see my face. “You can get virtually any degree under the sun, well, virtually. Online college, baby. You can get a job working with kids, and slowly take classes at the same time.”
“Really?” I ask. “But what about you? Your kids?”
Dominic smiles as he cups my cheek. “We’ll work it all out. If that’s what you want, Katharine, we’ll figure it out. I don’t want you to think things are out of your reach just because of circumstances. We can research some options tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I respond.
“You ready to get out? ”
“Wait! You didn’t tell me what you wanted to be when you were a kid!”
“Oh,” he laughs. “I wanted to be Luca. I wanted to play in the NHL. Then I saw a friend get his two front teeth knocked out in the fifth grade, and I promptly hung up my skates. I’d rather have all of my natural teeth than play hockey.”
“That’s fair. You have nice teeth.”
“Thanks. Grew them myself.”
I turn to him in shock. “Did you just — did you just make a joke?”
The devious smile that slowly covers his face is remarkable. “I’m not quite the bump-on-a-log that you think I am.”
“I never said that,” I lie. “Well, maybe something like that. Pretty sure I called you an asshat once or twice.”
Dominic stands, turning to show me his bare ass, and looks over his shoulder. “I might have nice teeth, but I have a phenomenal ass, and don’t you forget it.”
I can’t help the loud cackle that follows Dominic out of the bathroom. I have a feeling I’m going to experience a Dominic I’ve never seen before, and I’m pretty excited about it.