Chapter 20 Dominic #2
I swallow hard and go back to the sizzling chicken in the pan. The mention of my third wife hits hard, as does the memory of that horrid last trip together.
“That was a pretty awful time,” I say, my voice gravelly. “But then the end of a marriage always is. I’m sorry we brought it to your wedding. Probably cursed it, ey?”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” Mia shifts in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and smoothing her dress over her thighs.
“You didn’t ruin anything. I just remember feeling badly for you.
You looked so tired, and I told Archie to talk to you about it.
But he said it weren’t any of our business.
He…” She trails off and bites her lower lip, eyeing me carefully.
“He even said it were normal for you. ‘My dad and women, it’s a whole story’. That’s what he said.”
I pour everything into the pan, giving it a stir as I consider those words, then put the lid on before setting the heat to low.
“Archie always made light of my relationships and their inevitable failures. I don’t think he ever forgave me for the divorce with his mum, and after that, everything was just a joke to him. ”
“But… you loved them, didn't you?”
I gaze at Mia and recognise that this is all feeding her uncertainty. I’m a known ladies’ man, or whatever it is they call it now. Not just marriages, but girlfriends by the score. To her, I’m a mess. And one she’s very well betting her heart and reputation on right now.
I pick up my wine and take a sip. “My father cheated on my mum for years.”
Mia doesn’t look surprised, and I suppose she has no reason to be. My dad’s reputation is as well-known as mine.
“My mother was extraordinary,” I go on. “She was smart and beautiful, came from a wealthy Greek family. She was the whole package. And yet, my dad couldn’t help himself. He still went out and was unfaithful to her, over and over.”
Mia rolls her eyes. “Men.”
“Men.” I lean across the counter and clink my glass against hers. “May the bad ones all be hit by a bus.”
“And you’re not a bad one?” Mia raises her glass to her lips with a sly grin. “Because you fuck like a bad one.”
My mouth quirks into a smile. “That’s a rather searing indictment on the men of the world.”
Mia shrugs. “Maybe. So you saw your dad treat your mum like garbage, and that made you, what? Want to set it all straight with as many women as possible?”
“Desperate for what I never had in my family, I think.” I scratch my fingers through my beard.
“I was always looking for something that would make me feel whole. That one person who would make everything alright, who would make everything make sense.” I give her a wan smile.
“Took until my big age to realise that no person can do what you don’t do for yourself. ”
Mia raises her eyebrows and exhales heavily. “And there it is.”
“And there it is.” I chuckle, and give her a smile. “I am sorry I never stepped in sooner. Though to be fair, I did think you hated me and would claw my eyes out if I tried.”
“I thought you hated me, too.” Mia lifts a shoulder. “Guess we were both wrong.”
“I guess so.”
Mia gets to her feet, her expression shifting to something desirous. She backs towards the couch with a devious smile on her face. “How long til dinner’s ready?”
My cock is instantly hard at her question. The way her eyes move from my mouth to my chest and back again have me wanting to spring across the counter and have my way with her immediately.
“It needs to cook for a while.”
“Good.” She peels off her dress to reveal lacy black lingerie, and holy god this woman is wearing suspenders. “Perhaps something for starters?”
I round the kitchen counter and storm towards her, seizing her in my arms and crushing her mouth with mine. Her fingers tear at the buttons of my shirt, pulling it from my trousers and pushing it off my shoulders.
Last night wasn’t just last night. We both know that. I certainly bloody do. Feeling her warmth against me and tasting her mouth, even though I know it’s wrong and this is a line I never should have crossed, it’s all too fucking perfect.
I lift her up and carry her the rest of the way to the couch, laying her out beneath me, my mouth still consuming hers. She wraps her legs around my hips, grinding herself against the bulge of my erection. I groan as she bites down on my lower lip, and her mouth lifts into a smile.
“I was worried that we’d be a one-off,” she says as my mouth wanders along her collarbone and over the curve of her shoulder.
“Never.” I yank down the lace of her bra, and she squeaks as my mouth closes over her nipple.
She’s just like I dreamed of when I was looking at those lingerie commercials, like a dirty old pervert.
Her skin is like silk, soft and smooth and heating under my touch.
Her nipple pebbles as my tongue traces circles over it, and her rocking against my groin becomes more frantic.
I release her nipple and gaze up at her, her kiss-stung lips and her hooded eyes. I push my hips back against hers, and she whimpers.
“So impatient, love.” I grin, brushing another kiss against her mouth. “I want to take my time after the other night.”
Her head falls back against the couch, and she laughs. “I suppose we do have all night.”
My heart takes a leap, a stupid, foolish fucking leap. She’s going to stay here, with me, all night. I’m going to have Mia in my bed, and maybe I should be more worried about someone snapping her leaving my apartment in the morning, that someone noticed she got here late.
No. Stop it. I remind myself to focus on her, and to enjoy the fact that she’s lying half-naked underneath me right now. She deserves that. She deserves to be spoiled and indulged and brought to orgasm at least 12 times.
I move down her body in a slow trail of kisses, and unclip one suspender, then the other. I peel her panties from her hips, and down her legs. Mia watches me with trembling lips, her breathing ragged. She raises an eyebrow when I clip the suspenders back to her stockings.
“You like those, do you?”
“I do.” I kiss her ankle, her calf, the inside of her knee. “The thought of you in a very tight skirt and high heels along with these, bent over a desk somewhere.” My kiss strays to the bare sliver of thigh above the lace of her stockings, and she shudders. “Very appealing.”
“Mmm,” she hums, her arms thrown over her head.
“I think we could arrange that.” She gasps as my tongue finds her clit, her back arching from the couch.
I drape her legs over my shoulders, and where last night it was desperate and rushed, tonight it’s slow and heady.
I know I’ll never get my fill of this delicious wet cunt.
My tongue explores her, dipping inside her then circling back over her clit.
I push a finger inside her, then two, as I continue those slow circles, her thighs trembling.
Feeling her heat against my fingers has my dick leaking obscenely, I can feel it spreading across my trousers.
I can’t wait to bury myself inside her again, to feel her enveloping me and squeezing me as she orgasms.
But the best part is hearing her moans, hearing her crying out as her fingers rake through my hair.
No more being quiet for fear of being discovered.
It’s fucking blissful to hear her whimpering my name as her orgasm builds, and that same carnal voice that spurred on all my possessive thoughts last night returns.
Mia is in my house, legs spread on my couch, screaming my name as her orgasm builds.
If I could fool myself that I wasn’t in deep before, I’ve shattered the illusion now. This woman is mine.
Her legs clench around my head, her hips grinding her dripping pussy all over my face. My hands curl around her thighs, holding her steady, my tongue working her clit harder.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Dom! Fuck! Oh god.” The last word is drawn out, lost in a long moan, and she convulses as her orgasm tears through her.
Sweetness pours out of her, coating my tongue, and I continue to lap it all up.
She whimpers and sighs, tugging sharply on my hair with a hiss when she becomes too sensitive.
I rise to my knees, admiring this woman spread out before me, still marveling at how she came to be here.
I undo my trousers, and Mia watches with a hazy, lustful gaze. Once I’m naked, she sits up and reaches behind her to unclip her bra, so she’s now lying on the couch in only those ridiculously sexy suspenders and stockings.
I trace my fingers over the silk of the stockings, looking down at her pink and swollen cunt. “Off the couch, and on your knees.”
Mia obeys immediately, slithering off the couch and flopping her upper body down against the velvet. Her hips jut back towards me in such a sweet and needy way, and when I tease her slit with the tip of my dick, a hitched moan leaves her lips.
Now I really do take my time. I slide inside her slowly, watching her cunt swallow me inch by inch.
It’s glorious, watching that pink flesh stretch to take me in.
When I’m half way, I pull out so I can watch it again.
I could do this all night. She’s so hot, so impossibly wet, and I spread the cheeks of her arse so I’m afforded an even better view. Christ, she’s perfect.
I do that three more times, every time my own desire rising, the pressure in my groin growing.
If I let go now and fucked her hard, it’d be over too quickly.
The fourth time, when I’m again halfway and pause, I’m met with a frustrated little gasp.
I don’t torture her this time, letting myself slip all the way in.
I have to close my eyes and take a breath when I’m buried all the way inside her.
I could come, just like this. Just feeling her squeezing me, soaking my lap.
I run my hand down her back. “Is that good?”
She turns her head so I can see her profile. Her eyes are closed, her lower lip clenched between her teeth, and she nods. “So good.”
I run my hand up into her hair, clenching it into a fist at the nape of her neck. The first hard thrust has her gasping. Her brow pinches, and I stop.
“Too much?”
“No.” She moans, and presses her hips back against me. “It’s just deep. Please don’t stop.”
I fuck her in a slow, steady rhythm, determined to keep that pace and make this last. At first she’s pliant, letting me guide this, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip.
Beads of sweat spring up over her skin, glistening in the dimmed light.
Then she starts to roll her hips towards me, meeting my strokes.
Her movements become more and more demanding, and she feels so good, it’s hard to maintain control.
“Harder,” she begs. “Please, do it harder.”
I pull her up by her hair, pressing my mouth against her shoulder.
My other hand skates down her stomach, my fingers finding her soaked clit.
She cries out, so loud, one hand reaching behind her to anchor herself to my waist, the other braced against the couch.
My strokes aren’t as deep now, but the angle is so tight that I know I won’t last much longer.
Sweat glides down her back as she moans, and she turns her head against my grasp in her hair. Her lips hover against mine, her breathing ragged.
“Fuck,” she murmurs. “Oh fuck.”
Her face as she comes is mesmerising. She’s beautiful, beautiful and wild in my arms, her body trembling and my name falling from her lips. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can hardly breathe, but deciding between fucking her until I spill inside her or dying, well, the choice is simple.
The heat in my groin becomes unbearable, and I press my mouth against her throat as electricity shoots through my thighs. Then, with a loud groan, I’m coming, so much that I flood out of her, running down her legs.
“Mia,” I murmur against her skin. “Mia, you’re perfect.”
She stays there in my arms for a minute, slumped and satisfied. And I should feel guilty, all over again. I catch our reflection in the window, and I can’t bring myself to feel shame. Not when this woman is here with me. She looks so right with me. Like this is where she was always meant to be.