21. Dominic
DOMINIC
I read over Este’s shoulder.
It’s been nine days since she was “fired” by Mallory, and she’s almost done with her second book in as many weeks. She hardly sleeps—maybe four hours a night, plus a couple of hours of napping during the day—but she’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her. Downright exuberant.
Quietly, I keep coming home to Este’s after we’ve essentially been living together for the past month and a half.
At first, it’s to take care of her. Now, it’s just our new normal despite never discussing moving in together.
I keep the household running while she writes to her heart’s content, and I’m thrilled to do so.
In my spare time, I’ve been ring shopping. I’ve already gotten word from Mallory about Este’s preferences, but I still have my work cut out for me. She deserves the perfect ring, especially since I want it on her finger until the very end of time.
“Este,” I whisper into her ear before I kiss it. “Come to bed, baby.” I’m not getting laid as much as I used to; typically, I can live with that, but today? Well, today, I need her. “I need you to be my good girl tonight.”
Her head snaps around, and she gives me a grin that lights up her beautiful face. “Yeah? I miss the way you feel in my mouth. It’s been a few days, hasn’t it?”
“Five. Not that I’ve been counting.” I wink her way.
Este laughs, stands, and stretches. I wrestle her dress over her head and pull her over to the bed.
“All fours,” I whisper, my voice dripping with need when I see all of that milky skin and the curve of her perfect ass.
“I’ve been bad,” Este taunts me. “Almost like I need a spanking or something?”
Thankfully, Reed has been asleep for hours, and between her noise machine and ours, I assume the sound of my slaps landing on Este’s gorgeous ass will go unnoticed by the newly seventeen-year-old upstairs.
She cries out and begs for more with every spank, which turns me on beyond anything I could have expected.
When she hisses, “Your tongue!” and mewls, I lick her delicious center from behind until she comes with a yell.
Then, she’s on her knees, taking my dick into her throat.
I manage not to come until I have her bent over the bed, fucking her hard from behind, her hair twirled around my hand.
“Oh my God,” Este whimpers as I erupt. Her body shakes from head to toe as she comes right along with me. It’s heaven every time I’m inside her.
Since it’s eleven, I crawl into bed to pass out. Este kisses me deeply and disappears back to her L-shaped corner desk to continue writing. She’s already on page two-twenty, with a hundred pages to go. I can’t believe her breakneck speed, or the insane advance she’s gotten from her publisher.
I’m so proud of my girl.
I play a game on my phone until I tire of being alone, so I beg Este to come to bed a few minutes later. Reluctantly, she crawls over to me and rests her warm cheek against my chest, her hand moving across my bare abdomen. Peace settles over me as we lie there together in the darkness.
“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses my chest.
“I love you so much, my little writer.” I kiss her head until she turns it and stretches up to attach her mouth to mine.
The kiss immediately heats up, her tongue presses into my mouth, and I’m shocked my lover isn’t sated from our escapades earlier—shocked but thrilled.
She yanks her nightshirt over her head in a quick motion, and she’s nude beneath.
I flip Este over and slide down her body, my forehead resting on her lower abdomen as I kiss around her belly and massage her breasts.
I move down and rhythmically run my hands up and down the tops of her muscled thighs, the friction causing heat and making her tremble.
I can already tell she’s wet, because I can smell her sweetness from here.
“Please,” Este begs.
I don’t waste any time spreading her marvelous legs and kissing my way from her inner knee up to her inner thigh, my lips feather soft as I glance up at her, such a lovely pink, dripping wet for me.
She’s irresistible, so I don’t bother trying; I just push her knees wider and devour her with my teeth, lips, and tongue as she grips my shoulders and holds me close, squirming as I reach beneath her lower back and lift her a few inches to get a better angle.
Este writhes so hard, she almost falls out of my hands.
She presses herself to my mouth and practically rips my hair out as she pulls it, squealing all the while.
I love how powerful I feel between her thighs, the way she chants my name, and how her whole body shakes as I lick. Moving my lips up, I suck her little nub into my mouth and swirl my wet tongue around it. Her entire body trembles in my hands, and she whispers, “Oh, Dom. Dom, I’m so close.”
But I already know she is. I know this woman like the back of my hand.
Her skin erupts in goosebumps. I just need another second, to bring Este over the edge she’s teetering on.
I slide two fingers inside of her and tap out a rhythm that makes her sob, intensifying my efforts on her swollen clit. A shiver courses through her body.
“God, don’t stop,” Este cries as I suck even harder.
She falls apart, her body a mess of spasms, gushing into my mouth as I remove my fingers and taste her with my tongue.
She bucks wildly against me, cursing, the spark between us electric as I slurp and moan against her.
She finally pushes my head away, over-sensitized and throbbing.
Este rests for a minute or two, and then she whispers, “Fuck me, Dom.”
It takes mere seconds to thrust into her drenched core, and I’m ready to explode. I try to prolong it for her, but eating her has me so hot, I only thrust for a matter of minutes before I feel myself falling. I harden even more and start to pulse, overwhelmed by my need to release.
Thank heaven above, she combusts seconds before I do, slamming her mouth to mine and pressing her tongue against mine as she cries low in her throat and locks her heels around my waist. I pour myself into her as my hips thrust hard, holding her tight as I climax.
A few minutes later, I realize how hot it is, and I want to get Este wet and do naughty things to her, so I carry her to the bathroom. She doesn’t complain.
I spray her down with the handheld showerhead. I kneel between her legs and eat her out until I get hard again. I never tire of her taste or the exhilaration I feel when I do this to her.
I perch on the shower seat and urge her to turn around and get into a deep squat.
When she does, I hold her belly and pull her down and back, onto my rigid, waiting erection, letting her take me slowly, inch by inch as she faces away from me.
It’s probably hard on her knees to bend them so deeply, but it does what I figured it would—my cock hits her G-spot every time she slides down it.
“Holy fuck, this angle! Dom, don’t stop,” she groans as my hands come around to grasp her nipples.
I twist them the way I know she likes in the heat of the moment, and this already feels so good, I wonder how much longer I can hold back.
I wrap a hand around her throat, and she leans forward against it, letting me control her movements with it.
God, I love that Este likes to be gently dominated, and I’ll do whatever it takes to please her.
“I’ll never fuck anyone else, never touch another woman. This pussy is the only pussy I’ll ever need, baby. I love you,” I promise her reverently, babbling a bit. She feels so incredible. “I’m gonna come, Este. Where do you want it?”
“Hang on, me first,” Este gasps as she tightens around my cock, throbbing, and quivers out a hard, long orgasm.
Her legs shake as she comes. Somehow, I hold back until she drops to her knees and sucks me into her heavenly mouth, where I come until I see stars.
The hotness of her tongue licking me thoroughly sends my head back, bumping against the shower wall less-than-gently.
We bask in the aftershocks for a few minutes, holding each other underneath the cool spray, our bodies pressed together without a millimeter of space between us. God, I love how she feels against me. She’s my paradise and the only woman I’ll ever need.
We dry each other off quietly afterward, still enjoying the afterglow. I’ve never felt this way before.
Complete.
We curl up together and, for the first night in weeks, fall asleep beside one another. It feels right .
The next day is Reed’s last day of junior year. When I wake up before she does, I pop some bacon on the griddle and get the egg wash ready to make Reed some French toast.
Este’s got a beautiful bouquet set out for Reed’s celebration, and I hear her wake up and get dressed in the other room. She appears from the bedroom looking like an angel, and I smile at her as I hear Reed’s door open.