Chapter 24
Chapter twenty-four
My bedroom door slams shut behind Dominic’s foot, shutting us off from the stressors of the world.
His hands grip my ass like he’s never letting me go. I run my fingers through his hair. My lips lock onto his as the scent of jasmine from the diffuser on my vanity fills my nostrils.
The air is electric. Desire crackles with each kiss and touch.
Dominic sets me down gently on the edge of my bed and breaks the kiss. He tears off his jacket and pulls his shirt over his head, letting them fall to the floor.
Sculpted arms and washboard abs heighten my desire.
His mouth finds mine again, this time deeper and more urgent. His hands slide under my shirt, fingers graze the bandage taped around me.
He pauses, pulling back slightly. “Are you okay to do this?”
“I’m fine.” I throw my arms around his neck, ignoring the ache in my torso, and pull him onto the bed with me.
Grabbing me, he slides us to the center of my bed.
Our hands and mouths explore each other. Even though it’s been a decade, it doesn’t feel like it with the way we are clinging to each other.
He takes off my shirt and unclips my bra, careful not to disturb the bandage.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“You won’t,” I reply.
Warm skin burns against mine, fingers tangle in my hair. Our mouths meet and he kisses me like it's the air he needs to breathe. Lips glide down my neck to my collarbone, and across my chest as my nails sink into strong shoulders, pulling him closer.
His mouth finds my breast. His tongue swishes over the nipple while massaging the other.
Shock waves of desire rip through me coiling in wetness between my legs.
“Dominic!” I gasp. My fingers run through his hair, gently pushing him down to where I need his mouth the most.
“Fuck, Cipi,” he groans. “You still know how to drive me crazy.”
As he moves to please my other breast, his fingers undo the buttons of my pants with ease.
In one swift motion I’m completely naked underneath him.
Sliding off the bed, he yanks off his own, then climbs between my thighs.
He kisses along the inside of one and I shiver with anticipation.
Taking his time, his kisses are slow and unhurried like he’s savoring every bit of me.
Fingers slide over my entrance.
“You’re so wet,” he growls. “You’re practically dripping for me.”
“Yes,” I groan. “Only for you…always for you.”
His mouth finds my sensitive spot. I gasp, my hips rolling into him.
My moans make his tongue move in quick circles over my clit.
Two fingers slide inside me and my head sinks deeper into the pillows.
“Yes baby,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thigh. “Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name.”
Fingers move fast and his thumb circles my clit.
“Dominic, don’t stop.”
“That’s a good girl. Now come for me.” Quick flicks of his tongue drive me over the edge. My thighs tremble against his face as I come undone on his tongue. His name is on my lips as the orgasm rips through me.
I pull him to me. His mouth smashes against mine in a tangle of lips, tongues, and desires.
My legs wrap around his hips.
“Say it,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“What?”
“Say you still want this. Say you still want me.”
“I never stopped. You’re all I ever wanted and I need you in me now,” I moan.
Within seconds we’re fused together, my heat surrounding his cock, nails digging into his back.
Each thrust splits me in two and I’m loving how perfectly he fits against my walls. Stroke after stroke he rocks harder into me. We kiss in rhythm to our bodies rolling against each other.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp against his lips. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I drag my nails down his back.
He trembles and slams harder into me.
“Fuck Cipi,” he groans.
The waves of pleasure that course through me block the pain from the wounds that still exist.
I move him to the side and he locks his arm around my waist rolling us.
I’m on top.
My hands frame his face as I slide my tongue between his teeth, sucking his bottom lip.
“Fuck, Cipi,” he groans against my mouth, heightening my desire.
I move back dragging my wetness across his stomach until his cock is at my entrance, hard and waiting for my move.
“Tell me it’s mine,” I demand.
“Yes, Cipi, it’s always been yours.”
Gripping his shaft I guide him into me.
My hands are on his chest as I ride him, my hips moving up and down slowly.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
“You like that don’t you,” I groan. “You like this tight pussy around your cock.”
“I don’t like it. I love it.” His hands find my waist pushing me down around him, splitting me wider.
“Harder,” I gasp in a ragged cry. “Faster, don't stop.”
His mouth molds to my breast and I break open with a shattered cry as he thrusts up into me.
“Oh my god! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!”
The second orgasm hits harder than the first as white-hot pleasure tears through me. He follows, groaning my name.
I collapse against his chest. His arms wrap around me like a blanket.
Sweat drips down my body, mingling with his.
The scent of my perfume mixes with his cologne.
We stay tangled and I’m too drunk off the high to know what to say.
His finger brushes aside a piece of hair stuck to my forehead, then kisses me gently.
“Wow,” is the only thing I can say.
“Wow is right,” he replies. “How do you feel?” His eyes linger on the bandages around my chest.
“I’m fine. I told you I would be fine.” I gasp.
“We should change those.” Before I can reply, he picks me up in his arms, and carries me to the bathroom.
Placing me on the vanity he turns on the shower, letting it run until the water gets hot like I like.
“Come on.” He picks me up and places me in front of the shower.
Testing the water with my arm, I step inside and he follows.
The water covers me, sending all the stress and worries down the drain.
Dominic grabs a washcloth and scrubs me from head to toe.
“My turn,” I whisper, taking the cloth from him and running it over his muscular body.
I can’t believe after all these years, he’s back in my life.
He kisses my forearm.
Sadness lingers in the corner of my mind but I push it away.
Instead I focus on feeling at peace without the pressure of running an empire.
In this moment I don’t have to be queen.
I don’t have to be strong.
I just have to feel.
This is temporary after all.
It won’t last.
So I better enjoy every moment before our careers rip us apart again.