Chapter 12
TWELVE
june
DOMINIC
The incident at the festival left me seething with anger.
Even though Pen insisted it didn't bother her and claimed that I somehow influenced her self-perception, I was on the verge of losing it.
Fortunately, I use Carl as an excuse to step away and calm down.
As Pen retreats to her room, I take care of Carl, feeding him and letting him out in the yard for a bit.
After bringing Carl back inside, I make my way to Pen's room, gently knocking before entering. The room is empty, and assuming she’s in the bathroom, I sit on the edge of her bed to wait.
I only last fifteen seconds before standing up and shedding most of my clothes. Though my earlier anger has subsided, a powerful desire has taken its place. I’m more than ready to worship Penelope— my Pea— the way she fucking deserves.
When she finally emerges from the bathroom, I’m almost disappointed to see she’s still wearing that soft, flouncy peach dress. I extend my hand, motioning for her to come closer. "Come here, Pea. I've waited long enough."
Truthfully, I’m not certain if I'm talking about tonight— being around her in that dress that accentuates the enticing curves of her tits, hips, and ass has been torturous— or if I mean the fifteen years we've been apart since we were kids. It really doesn’t matter, because Pen steps forward and places her hand in mine.
Pen’s just the right height to be level with my face while she’s standing and I’m sitting. She places her free hand on my shoulder tentatively, brushing against my ink-adorned muscles.
"This is beautiful," she whispers, gently tracing the dragon tattoo spread across my shoulder and chest.
Though she doesn't ask, I explain, "It's about embracing the fire. Not letting the flames destroy me.”
Penelope starts to speak, but I gently hold her face and draw her nearer.
I crave the comfort of her lips on mine, the way she grounds my shattered, fragmented self, both physically and emotionally.
What begins as a soft, sweet kiss quickly turns into a passionate clash of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Her soft moan vibrates against my mouth, and in that moment the depth of my longing for her crashes over me like a tidal wave; I realize just how desperately I need this woman in my life.
“Turn around.” Pen moves to step back, but I place my hands on her hips. “I didn’t say back up. Be a good girl and turn around.” With my hands splayed wide on her hips, I guide her movement until she’s fully turned. I can’t resist running my hands over her curves and the swell of her luscious ass.
Reaching up to unzip her dress, I’m stumped to find there’s no fucking zipper. “Uh, Pea? How do I get this tease of a dress off of ya?”
She laughs softly as she slides her hand beneath the strap of her dress. “It’s stretchy,” she explains, gently tugging the strap down and slipping her arm out. “You just…”
“Ah, I got it, darlin’.” Simple as can be, I reach for the other strap and yank it down far less gracefully than she did with the first one. “Sorry,” I mumble. “I just want you out of this dress and…”
Words die on my tongue as I slowly pull the dress down her back, noting the smooth expanse of naked skin.
No bra? Fuck me. Her dress peels off in a mesmerizing motion and I’m struck stupid as she helps shimmy it over her ass, sweeping her underwear along with it, letting them drop to the floor.
Nothing but soft, smooth skin within my reach.
I rub my hands greedily over her ass, overcome with the urge to bite into the soft flesh.
Unable to resist, I lean close and nip at the skin, eliciting a yelp from Pen before I smooth over the spot with my tongue.
I stand, dragging my hands up her hips, her arms, resting them on her shoulders.
Pen turns her face to mine and I capture her mouth in a passionate kiss.
My hands wander down over her chest to her breasts where I cup them in my hands, my thumbs brushing back and forth over her peaked nipples.
Pen moans into my mouth and I can’t resist pressing my hips against her backside, letting her feel how hard she makes me.
Everything about Pen is soft, warm, and utterly delicious.
She is perfect for me, mind, body and soul, and I refuse to think about the years I’ve already lost with her.
Abruptly, Pen breaks our kiss and turns to face me. I’m distracted by my first true look at her naked body because she is absolute perfection. So distracted that my brain short circuits and Pen is on her knees, tugging down my boxers before I can say a word.
“Pen, you don’t have to—”
“I want you in my mouth, Dominic Miller,” Pen says innocently, never breaking eye contact with me as my boxers hit the floor. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long. Please?”
How the fuck can I say no to her, when she’s on her knees, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and my hard cock right in her face?
I can’t manage words, so I just nod in response.
It’s not the first time she’s seen my dick, but I’m pretty sure there’s something much different about her holding it in her hand versus putting it in her mouth.
Pen’s eyes are wide and hungry as she grips my shaft at the base and trails her tongue along the underside all the way to my tip.
The sensation of her tongue along the veiny ridges of my dick makes my balls tighten with need.
She swirls her tongue around the tip, lapping at the precum beaded there.
As I groan, Pen glances up at me with those innocent eyes and a smirk on her face, obviously pleased with her performance.
When she opens her mouth and takes my cock inside that warmth, I place my hands on her shoulders to brace myself. She’s completely focused on her task, taking me as deep into her mouth as she can before swallowing around my dick.
“Fuuuuck!” Pen bobs up and down on my length, pumping her hand at the base of my shaft in tandem, pausing every so often to swallow and really suck me down into her throat. “You take my cock so good, darlin’. That mouth is sinful, you know that?”
She hums— fucking hums— around my dick, her eyes watering as she begins to rapidly swallow, a pulse-like action. As good as this fucking feels, I can’t blow my load down her throat. Not this time at least. Fisting her hair in my hand, I tug gently to pull her off my cock.
Pen stands, licking her lips as she asks, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I growl, gripping her hips tightly and turning us around. “You’re too good, baby. Too damn good.” Scooping her underneath her ass, I lift her up and toss her back onto the bed.
“Dom!” Her giggles distract me from my lusty haze, and I’m unable to keep the smile off my face. This beautiful, sexy-as-hell woman ignites a cozy, warm feeling in my chest. The kind I haven’t felt for years. The kind that brightens my darkness. That I never want to let go of.
Reaching for the condom I had pulled from my pocket and thrown on the bed ten minutes earlier, I tear open the foil and roll the rubber on.
Pen is a vision: propped up on her elbows, legs splayed wide so I can see that pretty wet pussy, her eyes hooded as she bites her bottom lip.
She’s hypnotized as she watches me put the condom on, then stroke myself once, twice.
“Dom,” Pen whispers my name this time, full of desire and hunger, “I’ve waited long enough.”
Repeating my words back to me rocks me in a way I can’t explain.
All I can do is slide closer to her on the bed, laying over her so she can feel some of my weight, but not all as I brace a hand next to her head.
Cupping her face with my free hand, I kiss her, soft but deep.
She moans and her hips rise to press against mine, seeking the same friction I’m so desperate for.
Releasing her face, I lower my hand to grip the base of my cock, stroking through her soaked folds a few times.
Partly to tease her, which works because she tilts her head back and moans each time the blunt head of my dick rubs against her clit, but partly because I need to slow myself down.
By no means do I have a porn-star dick, but I’m thick enough that I have to go slow upon entry, at least the first time.
When I guide my cock to her entrance, it takes all of my self-control to slowly nudge my way inside her wet heat. With both hands now on the bed on either side of her head, bracing my weight, I gaze into her eyes as I ease inside.
“Goddamn, you’re fucking tight, baby,” I grunt, beads of sweat breaking out along my hairline.
“You’re so big, Dom. Oh, god!” Pen cries out, her hands gripping my biceps tightly.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, pausing. Pen nods but says nothing. “Should I stop?”
“Keep going!” she says, breathless, and I know she wants me to just get it over with and get fully inside of her.
I brush a thumb across her cheek before saying, “Hold onto me, darlin’.” Only a few inches left so I thrust hard, pushing all the way into her pussy.
Pen moans and I swallow her sounds with a kiss. She’s tight— god, she’s so fucking tight– but I kiss her softly, stroking her tongue as I stay still, lodged inside her pussy, waiting for her to adjust enough to my size so I can—
“Move,” Pen murmurs, pulling away from my kiss. “Dom, please.” Her eyes are glassy, with pain or pleasure, I can’t tell, but she’s determined. “Fuck me.”
And so I do. I allow myself the absolute privilege of fucking Penelope Elizabeth Adams, a fantasy I’ve been indulging for months now.
She’s so beautiful: her face twisted with pleasure, tits bouncing with each thrust, nails clawing at my forearms hard enough to leave marks.
Within minutes, Pen is panting, her legs wrapped around my waist.
“Dom, please,” she begs. “I need… I…” Breathless, she trails off, but I know what she needs.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Reaching between our sweat-slicked bodies, I rub my thumb over her clit, over and over until she cries out. Pen is stunning on a regular day, beautiful as fuck in my arms, but when she comes? There are no words.
“Oh, fuuuuck!” Pen’s lips part as she moans through her orgasm, her cunt pulsing tightly around my cock and I know I’m soon to follow.
“Pea,” I grunt as my thrusts become harder, more erratic. With one hand tight on her hip and the other cupping her breast, I come with a stuttered groan. My cock jerks inside her as my thrusts grow shallow, until it’s done.
My heart is pounding and I feel like I just ran a marathon.
All things considered, the actual sex was quite short, but fuck me, I’ve never come like that in my life.
Pen is completely still, her eyes closed and chest heaving with deep breaths.
I want nothing more than to collapse on top of her and hold her in my arms, but as I pull out, she winces slightly. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
Her eyes flutter open and she gazes at me for a moment before… she laughs. She’s fucking laughing? Not a giggle, a full on laugh attack, her belly shaking with the intensity of it.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps as she scoots back on the bed, bracing herself to sit up.
I must look unamused because Pen covers her mouth with her hands.
It takes a few moments before she manages to settle.
She lowers her hands, an apologetic grin on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. ”
“Care to share what’s so funny then?”
Pen shakes her head, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. I feel massively unprepared for the sudden shift in energy. “It’s just… I’m so damn happy, Dom. And lucky. The best sex of my entire life, and it’s with you.”
A tear slips down her cheek and I scoot closer, cupping her face in my hands as I kiss the tear away.
“Do you like me, Pea?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Laughing, I oblige.