Twenty-One Teagan
Twenty-One
Teagan
I shimmy the rest of my tennis dress and thong off until I’m as naked as Dominic. I grab his hand as he leads me into his large en suite bathroom. The massive rainfall shower has overhead sprays and wall units. He turns on the taps. While the water is heating up, he brings his mouth down over mine, pulling me into a drugging kiss.
I’m still dizzy with pleasure after that incredible orgasm he gave me. The thrill of his touch undid me.
Logically, having sex with Dominic might not be the best decision, but when have I ever been rational when it comes to him? He’s always pushed my buttons and vice versa.
We part long enough for Dominic to pull me into the shower. The water cascades over us, and he reaches for the bodywash. He pours a generous amount into his large hands before placing them on my shoulders, back, arms and breasts. He works his way lower across my ass, caressing every curve as he goes, until he can slip between my thighs. I cover his hand with mine as his fingers work their indelible magic. I lean backward against the cold tiles while my body heats up to a fever pitch.
We make love to each other with our mouths while Dominic brings me to a second swift orgasm. He soothes me by giving my pussy a light tap, but that merely makes me ready for more. I reach for the soap bottle and get a generous dollop so I can wash and caress him. My hands slide up and down his broad shoulders, across his wide chest with whorls of dark hair and rock-hard abdomen. His hands go still as I pay homage to his body. I add more soap to my hands and kneel so I can wash his butt, thighs and legs, but not the part I’m aching to taste. His dick is proud and erect and waiting for my mouth.
When I finally place my soapy fingers over his erection, he lets out a low growl and swells even larger. I gently stroke him up and down until he’s all clean. Glancing up, I see Dominic’s eyes are aflame.
“You don’t have to…” he starts to say, but I bend my head and lightly stroke him with my tongue.
“Don’t play,” he warns.
I chuckle softly and open my mouth wide to accept all his thick and hard dick. His thighs become rigid as I slowly bob my head up and down his length. His hands run through my short hair, not to stop me, but to encourage me. My grip becomes firmer. Faster.
“Teagan…” I hear his barely leashed groans as his pelvis pistons. I grab hold of his thighs and take him as deep as I can without gagging. My eyes water as his hands grasp my head and he keeps me where he wants me, fucking my mouth. I hear his hoarse cry as he gives up control, giving me everything, coming down my throat.
Afterward, he pulls me to my feet and leans sideways against the tiled wall, letting water sluice over him. His breathing is deep and rapid as he seeks to recover. I lick my lips, taking in every salty drop of him.
“Taste good?” He looks at me with rueful eyes.
I nod, punch-drunk because I don’t give head to just any man. They have to be special, and Dominic has always held a unique spot in my heart.
“I think we’re clean enough,” he states, and turns off the taps. Before I know it, he’s picking me up and grabbing a towel off the rack. Within seconds, he’s dropping me down on his bed, dripping wet.
I scramble away, but he catches me and takes great pains to dry me off. I’m aching with desire, and Dominic knows it. He tosses the towel away and claims my mouth in a probing kiss. My back presses against the pillows as I take all his warm weight on top of me.
It’s been twelve long years since I’ve felt Dominic, and I’m starving with the need to be fed. His hands and mouth roam the entire length of my body, worshipping and arousing me with equal measure. Eventually, his widespread hands move firmly up my calves to my knees and then thighs to bring himself to my core.
“I need a taste, Teagan. I can’t wait. I have to…” Then Dominic buries himself between my legs.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath, but I am. The first lick of his tongue makes me want to scream, not in agony, but in pleasure. He’s gentle at first, but then gradually increases the pressure and the pace. He hooks my legs over his shoulders and settles between them so he can eat me out. When I buck, he places a hand on my abdomen and the other lifts my buttocks until I’m completely at his mercy. All I can do is lie there and take all the heady delight he’s delivering with his mouth and tongue.
Tension rises and I can feel myself reach the edge. My focus slips away until there’s nothing but the firm stroke of his tongue, the suck of his lips, the nip of his teeth and the grip of his fingers on my hips as he takes everything, allowing me to hold nothing back. The edges of my vision darken and I can only see him, feel him .
“Don’t fight it. Give in and let go,” Dominic orders. “I want to taste you.”
And I do. I buck and scream, crying aloud as sensation after sensation hits me. Dominic keeps sucking me until my body becomes rigid and I lie limp.
* * *
When I open my eyes, I find myself draped across Dominic’s tall frame. Our legs are intertwined.
“Hey.” He pushes away the damp hair on my forehead. “You okay?”
I nod. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life except maybe with him, only him.
“Yeah, just need a rest from the day and your voraciousness.”
He smiles. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. I believe that was only the appetizer and I’m waiting for the entrée.” I spread my hands across his chest. When I do so, his dick springs to attention as if it too was waiting for the main event.
“Well then.” His head motions to his nightstand. There are several magnum-sized condoms lying on top. “How about you take one of those and let’s finish what we started?”
“With pleasure.” I reach for one and use my teeth to open it. Then I slide the protection over his swollen dick.
“Are you ready to ride me?”
I nod wholeheartedly and sit up so I can straddle him, lowering myself onto his hard length. My body welcomes him, accepting him without fear, reluctance or pretense, like it knows this was meant to be. The moment of physical connection is so strong, yet tender, it takes my breath away. I feel so full, so full of him .
I come alive and roll my hips experimentally.
“Yes…” Dominic moans underneath me. He grasps my head and his mouth fastens on mine, his tongue searching. Flames of desire shoot over my skin. I need more.
I lift and take him deeper. My senses reel at the impact of being with this man. I try to control my breath, my movements, but Dominic’s hands grip my waist and move me while simultaneously thrusting deeper, higher, harder, faster. I jerk my hips to keep up with his rhythm. He cups my nipples, first one and then the other, pinching them until shards of pleasure reach my groin. I’m hovering on the edge of a precipitous cliff, but I’m powerless to stay away.
Instead, I crash headlong into the waves below and find myself carried into a state of bliss. I hear Dominic’s roars of pleasure as he pumps into me. I fall forward into his arms and he catches me, gathering me close as tremors shake us both.
When we’re both lax, he eases away and disposes of the condom. Then he returns and cocoons me in his arms. I know we can’t stay like this forever, but in an alternate universe, we could.
* * *
I awaken with a start. It’s dark out and at first I don’t recognize my surroundings. Then I look over and see Dominic’s sleeping figure. Jesus, what have I done?
Had the best sex of your life?
No, no, no, I’ve made a complicated situation worse by going to bed with Dominic. He’s supposed to be enemy number one. Instead, my brain is muddled. I can’t think straight. I need to get out of here so I can figure out how best to proceed, but how am I supposed to do that? Dominic drove me to his place. My car is still back at the club. Worse yet, I don’t have anything to wear other than a sullied tennis dress from yesterday.
He has to have something I can put on.
Slowly, I edge myself out of his grasp and off the bed. I glance down and he’s still sleeping soundly, which means I can make a clean getaway without any messy morning-after feelings or regret. I look around for my dress and find it, along with my thong from last night. Picking them up from the floor, I head to what appears to be Dominic’s closet. I tiptoe inside and close the door. I turn on the lights and quickly find a pair of joggers and a T-shirt. Both are too big, and I have to tie the T-shirt in a knot at my waist and roll up the joggers to my ankles. When I’m done, I ease out and pray Dominic hasn’t awakened.
Thank the lord, he’s still sound asleep.
Quietly, I make my way out of his bedroom and downstairs to the living room where I left my bag. My cell phone is still sitting on the coffee table and thankfully has enough juice to call a rideshare. I pray for a quick departure. Luckily, a car is only five minutes out. I wait until the absolute last minute before rushing out the door. The chime jingles announcing the front door is open, and I quickly shut the door and race to the gates. There’s a side door, which I use to exit, and I hop inside the car waiting for me.
I don’t dare look behind me because I’m certain if Dominic wasn’t awake before, he is now. He won’t be happy about my abrupt departure. I know it’s unfair, but last night was a revelation for me. I need time to sort through my emotions before I can deal with his.
One thing is for certain: fallout is sure to follow.