14. Este #3
“Here? Now?” Dom questions as his kisses rain down on the back of my neck, and his hand slips around my hip and begins to stroke my center.
I shudder against him and nod convincingly. “Please, Dom. Don’t make me beg, because I will. Just make love to me in this place that holds so many memories for me. We can go slow and look deep into each other’s eyes later, I promise, but I need you now.”
“I need you too, baby. I’ll give you everything.” Dom lowers his voice to a whisper. “Everything you’ve wanted. Starting with this.”
I feel his hard length press between my folds and my heart rate lurches at the intimacy. I lean forward more, my grip on the ladder tightening as I slide my legs apart further to accommodate him.
“No condom?”
“IUD,” I whisper. “Fuck me, Dom. Fuck me hard, now!”
He thrusts and buries himself inside of me in one fast motion, and I sob against the blissful intrusion.
My eyes leak overjoyed tears as he fills me up and then gently shoves his hips against mine, reminding me what I’ve been missing out on the last three years, or maybe my whole life, because nothing has ever felt like this before.
I’m in the water, my body is on fire, and the only one who can quench this desire is the man whose chest is pressed against my back.
I snap, shoving back at a desperately fast rhythm, and Dom’s hands grab my hips tight as he fucks me so hard, I lose all sense of time and place. I don’t need any conscious thought or awareness in this space where I can just feel.
We smack wetly against each other as he fills my body, and he was right.
The curve that originally freaked me out a little?
It’s definitely for my pleasure, because it keeps hitting some spot inside of me that makes me nearly go blind, and he thrusts against it repeatedly with purpose until I come hard.
“Yes!” I call out when his other hand snakes around to my clit and pinches it. My orgasm stretches on, and I nearly black out as Dom continues thrusting mercilessly.
“I’m going to come,” Dom whispers into my ear. “And I want to hear you scream.”
His hand moves to my throat and holds it gently, and he pinches my clit harder this time as he rocks against that spongy part of flesh inside me, demanding everything from me.
I turn my face, and Dom gets the picture and kisses me deeply, nearly choking me with his tongue as he slams out of me and then back in.
I only stop kissing him to let out an ungodly howling noise. I sound like an animal as I come harder than I have in my life, screaming out Dom’s name into the creekside. He explodes inside of me, shouting something unintelligible against my neck.
He keeps thrusting as we come down, and his hand around my throat drops to my nipple, which he rolls between his fingers.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” I lean my head against the ladder, feeling my body shake as we stand together, still deeply joined as the creek rushes around us. When I think it’s over, I feel him get hard again. This time, I wrench myself away.
With shaking legs, I race up the ladder, and he follows me, carrying both of our clothes. I don’t stop until I’m standing beneath his shower in the primary bathroom, and Dom joins me seconds after the water gets warm.
The universe is still tilting on its axis from the epic sex we’d just had, and my knees are quaking.
“I was rough with you.” Dom seems regretful as he traces the marks he’s left on my hips. He buries his face in my hair.
I never want him to regret what just happened between us. Our new beginning. He’d taken me precisely the way I wanted him to, and I wouldn’t ever change a thing about what just transpired between us.
“It’s okay. I wanted you to be, and I loved every single second of fucking you. Next, we’ll make love. I swear.” I turn and kiss Dom convincingly, but the repentant look never leaves his face as he softens all his kisses and proves, maybe to himself, that he can be gentle.
When I turn on the second showerhead, Dom stands beside me with his hand on my waist. Reaching for his body wash on the ledge, I soap him up gently, taking time to explore every inch of him, including his sexy ass.
I’ve never cared much about the male ass in general, but his is enviable, and it begs to be pinched.
Dom lets out breathy moans as I touch him everywhere, and then, after he rinses himself off, he grabs a different body wash with a vanilla scent and starts to explore me with his soapy hands.
“I noticed this body wash and some girlie conditioner up here earlier. Did someone leave it here?”
“Bought with you in mind,” Dom says as his soapy hands slip between the globes of my butt and then down the backs of my thighs.
“Impressive. As is the job you’re doing here. Very thorough.”
“Any job worth doing is worth doing well.” Dom smiles like the Boy Scout I’m sure he once was, and then I start worrying about the time.
“Will you at least tell me how long I have to get ready before we go?” I’m distracted as I condition my hair.
“Not going anywhere. Your surprises will be here in an hour or so for dinner. You’ll get your tuna melt.
Act surprised.” Dom chuckles as he grabs a shower wand and washes my back.
I don’t tell him we’ve done this out of order; that I should’ve conditioned and rinsed before he so dutifully soaped me up.
Dom can’t keep his hands to himself as I rinse my hair—not that I want him to. I’m in heaven with him; something that feels like euphoria surges through me when he’s close to me, my body buzzing in proximity to his.
Eventually, I beg him to let me out of the shower because the water is cooling, and then I chase him away and lock the door to fix my hair with products I packed.
Then, I add a little blush, mascara, and lip gloss.
A spritz of summery perfume finishes off my casual look, though I’m wearing yesterday’s halter maxi dress.
When I get downstairs, Dom is dressed in khaki shorts and a turquoise shirt with three buttons down the front of the neck, two of which he’s left open. He’s got a sexy tan from our time under the sun the last two days, and he looks downright irresistible.
I walk over, throw my arms around him, and open my mouth to his. He seems reluctant, so I become more insistent as I tilt my head, my tongue seeking entrance to his mouth.
Dom finally responds, sliding his tongue sexily with mine as I reach back and grasp his ass and pull him against me.
Someone whistles.
Holy shit.
I jump away from Dom, covering my mouth with the back of my hand, as I glance up and spot a woman standing in his doorway. She looks so much like Dom, it’s clearly his sister, and she’s wearing a little smirk on her pretty face.
Laughter bubbles up out of her before she calls out, “I prefer free shows that don’t star my brother!”
Dom rushes over to grab a few fabric grocery bags from her hands, and she trots over in a long green dress and hugs me without hesitation.
“Hi, Este. I’ve heard so many good things. I’m his sister, Gwen, one of the females in town who won’t spit in your food. No jealousy here.”
I hug her back, her thick, wild brunette curls tickling my bare shoulder. She’s about the same height as I am, with the same green eyes and symmetrical features as Dom, and her laugh is delightful.
“I’m so glad. You should have seen the cashier at the diner today. If looks could kill, I’d be splattered all over that diner like grease!”
She steps back, apprises me quickly with her eyes, and declares, “Ah, she’s just jealous. You’re a knockout, and Dom’s the talk of the town but completely oblivious.”
“So oblivious! Maybe the most oblivious man I’ve ever met.” I can’t resist an eye roll.
Dom returns to the foyer and asks Gwen, “Am I freezing you out of here?”
“No, I’m good. Brought my sweater, Ice Man. I’ve learned my lesson. Este, I hope you enjoy hanging out in a literal icebox. Gotta be colder in here at night than a coffin buried six feet under.” She holds up a crocheted white sweater and then hangs it up on a hook by the front door.
“It’s a good thing Dom sleeps like the Sahara.” I shrug as a loud rap comes at the door. It’s only partially closed, and it swings open. Mallory’s standing there holding her famous lemon cheesecake and a jug of my favorite sweet tea.
“Come on in! Mallory, this is Dom’s sister, Gwen. Gwen, my closest friend and boss, Mallory.”
“Oh, the realtor! I’ve seen your face all around town. It’s so nice to meet you.” Gwen takes the pie out of Mallory’s arms, while I take the jug of sweet tea. I bring everything to the kitchen, where Dom is hovering.
“You just missed the free show. How disappointing,” Gwen cackles in the background before explaining how we’d made out “French-style” in front of her. Mallory gives her signature eye roll and replies that we’re disgusting, but admits she’s also pretty gross in her new relationship.
“You doing okay?” I ask Dom. “Nervous your sister won’t like me?”
“Nervous I’m going to scald the tuna melts. Gwen! How long do they need in the oven? On a baking rack, right?” He’s got the baking rack out as he gives her a confused look.
“In the broiler, dummy. Three minutes on the first side, then flip it over. No more than five and a half minutes total, usually,” Gwen calls back as she walks into the kitchen and claps her hand on Dom’s back.
“They’re pretty simple. I got some Italian bread from the deli, the best sharp cheddar, fresh tomatoes, and made the tuna mixture heavy on the celery. I heard you had a craving, Este.”
She’s so sweet. I grin at her. “You’re the best, Gwen. It smells amazing!” The scent of tuna lingers in the air as Dom places the sandwiches on the broiler.
“And of course, I made my spinach and pea bowtie pasta salad you like so much.” Gwen smacks Dom’s bicep with the back of her hand. “Which you could set out on the table at any time, along with the wine.”