13. Dominic
DOMINIC
I wake up around six and watch Este sleep.
She looks like she belongs in this bed with me, framed by crisp white organic cotton sheets, huddled beneath a plush, silver comforter with blue pinstripes that Gwen gave me last Christmas.
She has quite a tan from our rendezvous the night before, and I love the way she looks, glowing like this.
We hadn’t pushed the limits with sex the night before, though desire burned for both of us. It had been almost impossible to deny.
Instead, we spent the evening chowing down on pizza, talking, and guzzling wine, though it never tasted as good out of a glass as it did from Este’s belly button.
God, I’m itching to touch her, but it’s still so early.
We’d watched a movie, and then she beat me at a couple of games of Scrabble, and we’d curled up in bed around midnight together.
Este promptly fell asleep, while I lay there staring at her this morning, in awe of my luck that she’s my girlfriend.
I thought she’d be much tougher to nail down, given her nearly three-week disappearing act when I’d given her my card.
As much as I want to wake her up with my tongue, she hasn’t consented. I would never want to do anything Este didn’t want to, so I let the urge pass, reaching down and jerking myself slowly in my fist.
It’s not Este’s mouth, that’s for sure.
Suddenly, I hear a loud exhale. I glance over to see Este’s eyes wide open, and they’re trained on what I’m doing with the sheet thrown back. I don’t know how she needs to sleep under a comforter on a seventy-degree night, but I ended up uncovered by the and overheated by midnight.
“I want to watch you do that.” Este punctuates her desire with a cute little yawn.
I train my eyes on her as she pushes the comforter back.
She’s in a soft green T-shirt of mine, and I feel primal seeing her dressed in my clothes.
It turns me on a little extra, though I don’t mind when she yanks it off and presents me with her beautiful bare breasts.
I hear myself inhale noisily as I tighten my grip and then tip my head back in pleasure as Este pinches her nipples.
“I wanted to wake you up by licking you,” I tell her as I fist myself. “But I didn’t know if you wanted me to.”
“Always yes,” Este whispers. “Mm, it’s so hot watching you touch yourself like that. What are you thinking about?”
“The way you taste. So good,” I tell her. “Are you wet?”
“Yes. Feel.”
Este spreads her legs widely, and I gently run my finger between her folds, finding that she’s telling the truth. I pop that fingertip into my mouth and moan as I stroke myself faster. There’s something even sexier about doing this with her watching, and she has her eyes glued to me, transfixed.
“Tell me when you’re close.”
“Another minute or two here,” I grumble out as I pump harder and faster. Then, Este leans over and sucks my tip into her warm, wet mouth, and holy fuck, she’s astounding as she swirls it all around. I don’t stop jerking myself, but I give her fair warning.
“Almost there,” I moan as my hips thrust forward and back aimlessly. I feel myself about to let loose, squeeze myself harder, and then I come, hard. Este moans like she loves this as much as I do.
I’m panting when she comes up for air. She grins at me, wipes her mouth, and then leans forward and kisses me. Something comes over me, and I crush her to my chest, pulling her into my lap.
Holding her until I stop shaking, I trail kisses up the curve of her neck and shoulder to her ear.
Her warm skin is awash with goosebumps everywhere I kiss.
The urge to say three little words bubbles from deep inside me.
It would be so easy and so crazy to say them this early, so I bite them back.
I’m still afraid I’ll scare the woman of my dreams off somehow.
If she knew how gone I was for her, would she be afraid?
A ping sounds from Este’s phone, and she pulls away to grab it.
“It’s Reed. She wants to go to some musical with Daisy’s family tonight and stay another night since they’ll be getting home so late from Houston.”
I look at Este, a sparkle in my eyes, I’m sure, because God only knows what I could do with another night with her.
“Yes,” she sings as she texts back and tosses her phone to the other side of the bed. “How ever will I find a way to fill my time later? Surely you must be tired of me by now!”
I just laugh as she hangs her arms around my neck and presses her naked front to my bare chest. Este needs to knock it off before I can’t resist her another second.
Este deserves everything. The whole world.
The timing has to be perfect because I’ll only be the second man she’s ever been with, and I need to do it right—and do right by Este.
I once got a second chance at life. I wasn’t sure why at the time, but when I met Este, I understood why I had been spared.
It was to love her.