Chapter 20
TWENTY
october
DOMINIC
Whispering the words we used to when we were young sends a spark of something through me– not just desire, but an overwhelming, can’t-contain-it surge of love.
Pen’s soft curves aligned and pressed against me, my hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek, completely lost in the adoration and light sparkling in her eyes…
the feeling rushes through me again. I fucking love this woman, so damn much.
But she deserves the truth, above all else. Before we can continue, and damn, my dick is so hard it’s painful at this point, but that can wait.
I ease off of her, sitting back on my feet. As I reach for her hands to join me, she gives me a confused look.
“What—”
“I need to talk to you first.” Shaking my head, I groan. “I had this whole plan of getting you in the tub, washing your hair, telling you… everything. But I got distracted.” Smirking, I give her naked body an appreciative glance.
“Oh,” she says, reaching for a blanket to cover herself. My hand comes down fast and firm over the blanket.
“Hell no. I’ll make it quick, but baby, never cover yourself in front of me. I always want to see you.”
“Even when it’s distracting?” It’s her turn to smirk at me.
“Always,” I growl.
She drops the blanket and leans back against the pillows, a tempting grin on her face.
“You’re making this,” I mumble, gesturing between us and then down at the bulge in my pants, “really hard.”
“Just say it, Dom. Whatever it is.” I can tell by her tone that she’s just as anxious as I am to, as they say, get to the good part.
“First, I’m not selling the store. I never considered that. Ever.”
Pen sighs and I can physically see tension leave her face, her shoulders, hell her whole body simply relaxes. “I didn’t think you would,” she says softly. “But the last few months…”
“I’ve been a fucking idiot.”
“You’ve been grieving,” Pen counters.
“Well, yeah, that’s true. But I’ve also been an idiot. Both of those things can be true at the same time.” She gives a small acknowledging nod.
Running my hand through my hair, I take a deep breath. It’s hard. It’s so damn hard to get the words out when you’re in the wrong. It’s even more challenging when you don’t usually talk about your feelings, or bother explaining yourself to others.
Clearing my throat, I try to remember the string of thoughts I’d rehearsed and planned for tonight. But it’s like my brain is a blank slate, filled only with the beautiful woman before me, all curves and hope and anticipation.
“Fuck, okay. I have to close my eyes to get this out.” Shutting my eyes helps.
A little. “I don’t communicate well. Never have.
That’s not an excuse, but it’s something that, well I’ve been tryin’ to get better at.
Because you make me want to be better, Pea.
You deserve someone so much better than me. ”
Swallowing hard, I pause before peaking my eyes open. Tears shine in her eyes and, shit, no, I didn’t mean to make her upset!
“I hate that you feel that way, Dominic Miller. I really do. Because if you saw yourself, the way I do?” Pen shakes her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “You’d see what a good man you are.”
Thinking back on the last few months, maybe that was starting to be true? Right up until we lost Gloria. Like I’d been progressing in the right direction, starting to feel, dare I say— happy— again? And then July happened and it’s like I crumbled faster than a Jenga tower built by feral cats.
“You deserve so much more,” I whisper, emotion surprising me as it rises in my throat.
“No, Dom. You might not be perfect. I’m certainly far from it.
” I open my mouth to protest that, but she holds up a hand, shushing me.
“We don’t have to be perfect. Remember what I told you?
I don’t want a spectacle. I just want what makes me feel warm, comfortable, accepted…
loved.” Pen shifts forward so she’s kneeling before me, reaching out to cup my face.
“That’s what I feel when I’m with you, Dom. You are all I need.”
“Fuck,” I grit out before pressing my lips to hers. Pulling back, I manage to mumble, “I love you so fucking much,” before she presses me back on the bed.
“I love you too, baby. A little.” Pen straddles my hips and begins to tug at the bottom of my damp shirt. “And a whole helluva lot.” She presses her lips to my throat, right above my pulsepoint. “ Get these clothes off because I need you inside me. Now.”
We giggle— yeah, me included— as we strip off my wet clothes and toss them on top of her pile on the floor. My skin is chilled from being in wet clothes slightly longer than her, but our hands roam, gripping and caressing and smoothing all over, until we’re both feeling heated.
Pen slides her warm, wet cunt over my cock, teasing me two, three times before I’m begging. “Pen, please, baby.” I groan, hands gripping her hips, her soft skin the only thing grounding me to reality right now.
“Please… what?” she taunts, placing a hand on the pillow beside my head, placing her full, gorgeous tits right in my face. Not a man to turn down such an opportunity, I capture one of her stiff nipples in my mouth, sucking softly while rolling my tongue over and over the peak. “Oh, Dom.”
Her breathy moans increase as I move to the next nipple, sucking and showing it the revenant worship she deserves.
Pen grinds down against my cock, her head thrown back, completely surrendering to the sensations of pleasure.
Her pussy is soaked, and with every grind of her hips against my body my cock threatens to unload just from this.
She asked a question but I can’t fucking remember it— I can barely remember my damn name. Pulling back from her breasts, she whimpers with the loss of my mouth. Gripping her hips harder now, hard enough to leave bruises, I growl, “Be my good fucking girl and ride my cock, Penelope.”
Pen smirks as she places a hand on my chest for balance, before lifting up slightly.
With her other hand, she reaches down, gripping my cock firmly at the base to hold me steady.
I can’t help the moans escaping my mouth right now— watching Pen— this sexy, intelligent, empathetic, and warm goddess of a creature— is the sexiest thing that’s happened to me in my entire life.
As she slides slowly down on my cock, so slowly, we both groan at the sensation.
I can’t help panting, unable to catch my breath as my body tenses.
She feels so fucking good, her cunt squeezing my cock tightly in a way that solidifies that we were meant to be.
I tear my eyes away from the sight of us connected, to see that Pen is feeling it too, whatever this is.
Never in my life have I ever felt so held, so seen, so connected to another person.
Tears prick at the corner of my eyes and I blink them away. I’m not about to cry on her, but once she’s fully seated on my length, she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “I know, baby. I feel it too.”
Pen starts to move her hips, rocking back and forth, and it’s wave after wave of pleasure for us both. She leans forward at just the right angle, her clit rubbing against me with each movement.
“Oh god, Dom!” she cries out, her nails digging into my chest and it hurts so good. I hope she leaves a mark on my skin like she’s already left on my soul.
And then her hand moves, shifts upward, like she’s off balance, and then she wraps it around my throat. Fuck, I think I might come from this alone. She’s not squeezing tightly, but just enough, just the right amount– suddenly her eyes widen and I can tell this was not intentional.
Before she pulls her hand away, I cover it with one of mine. “Do it,” I grit out. “Come all over my cock, baby girl. Fuck.”
Whether it’s my words or the power she claims with her hand around my throat, Pen succumbs to her orgasm, crying out as her cunt pulses around me. It takes all of my mental and physical focus not to fall over the edge with her, to resist the tempting suction of her pussy milking my cock.
When her hand fumbles from my neck, I grip her hips tightly and maneuver us so that I’m hovering above her.
Goddamn, she is perfection personified. Her dark-blonde hair spills over the pillow, cheeks and chest flushed from her orgasm, her breasts rising and falling quickly with her quick breaths.
Delicate beads of sweat pepper her forehead and, as I see one slipping down the side of her face, I lean forward and lick it up with my tongue.
This woman makes me feral, so far gone and so beyond the point of lost in love.
And, like the animal I am, I want to claim her, bury my seed so deep inside of her there’s no mistaking that she’s mine.
With a grunt, I grip her waist and set a punishing, pounding rhythm.
Pen grips my forearms, those nails once again digging deep into my skin, but I’m too far gone to register the pain.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I warn her. Wait for her to tell me to pull out, to push me back so I can finish on her pretty, soft skin. But she doesn’t.
Goddamn, this woman hooks her legs around my waist, her feet digging into my ass as she murmurs, “Fill me up, Dom.”
“Penelope, fuck!” I grunt out before pumping once, twice, three times and holding myself there, deep inside of her, as my cum does exactly what she asked.
Slumping down next to her on the bed, I scoop her up and hold her to my side. I know we’re making a mess, I can feel it slide out of her wet, spent cunt, but all I can do is mumble something about washing the sheets. Pen giggles against my chest before she tilts her head up, catching my gaze.
When I look at her, all I can see is the other half of me. I’ve already lost her once in my life. As I hold her close, our legs entwined and breaths heaving together, I vow never to get as close to losing her again as I did this fall.