12. Dominico
12
DOMINICO
A s Sofia and I lose ourselves in each other, our kisses growing more passionate and our hands roaming with increasing urgency, I can’t help but marvel at how natural this feels. How right, how perfect, how meant to be.
It’s like no time has passed at all, like we’re still those same love-drunk teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The way her body molds to mine, the way she responds to my every touch… it’s as if we were made for this, made for each other.
I trail my lips down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the scent of her hair. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her as I find that sensitive spot just behind her ear.
God, I’ve missed this. Missed her . The familiarity of her curves, the way she fits so perfectly in my arms. It’s like coming home after a long, lonely journey, like finding a piece of myself that I didn’t even know was missing.
But as much as Sofia feels like the girl I’ve always known, the woman I’ve always loved… there’s something different about her too, something that goes beyond the physical changes, the way her body has ripened and matured in the years we’ve been apart.
It’s in the way she carries herself, the confidence and poise that radiate from her. It’s in the depth of her eyes, the wisdom and strength that shines through even in moments of vulnerability and anger.
She's grown, my Sofia, evolved into a woman who takes my breath away, who makes my heart race and my blood sing in my veins.
As I lay her down on the blanket, as I cover her body with my own and lose myself in the heat and the hunger of our kiss… I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, our marriage isn’t the end of the world, after all.
Maybe it’s a beginning, a chance to start over and build something new and beautiful, something that’s based on trust and mutual respect.
Because this right here, this connection, this intimacy, this overwhelming sense of rightness, it’s worth fighting for.
Worth sacrificing for, worth enduring all the pain and the heartache and the challenges that lie ahead.
Sofia melts into my embrace, her fingers deftly working the buttons of my shirt. I growl low in my throat, my hands roaming her curves as the last vestiges of my control slip away.
I pull away from her and kiss down her body, pushing her dress up to reveal her lacy pink thong.
Fuck me .
I kiss the inside of her thigh and move closer between her legs with each kiss.
Sofia moans and rubs two fingers on her panties, and I pull her hand away. There’s a tiny wet spot from where she had just touched, and I breathe heavily on it and extend my tongue out, only barely touching the lacy fabric.
I grab hold of one of her breasts and pull down her bra. With one finger, I gently circle her nipple.
I kiss and lick the wet spot of her panties until it's doubled in size, then rub my bottom lip over the waistband of her underwear. Biting on the waistband’s edge, I slide her panties down only far enough to reveal her pussy, and I set my mouth down on top of it.
Fast as I can, I lick her up and down with the tip of my tongue. I play with both of her breasts, and she presses my head even closer on top of her. Using my entire tongue, I rub her clit in swift circles.
“Yes, Dominico,” Sofia moans. “Yes, right there .”
Her knees buckle, and she’s on the edge of an orgasm. But instead of allowing her to finish, I pull away, set myself upright over her, and unzip my pants.
Sofia pulls her panties down and kicks them off. I scoop them up and tuck them into the back pocket of my pants, grinning wickedly at Sofia’s raised eyebrow.
My pulsing cock throbs beneath my black boxer briefs as Sofia reaches her hands out to remove my underwear.
Our faces are right beside one another, her hands around my waistband, and I kiss her ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask huskily.
“Yes, holy fuck, yes ,” Sofia moans.
Well, who am I to deny her that?
But before I can do anything, Sofia smirks at me and flips me so she’s straddling me, her wet pussy pressed against my throbbing cock. I slide into her, and the electricity that always seems to flow between us ignites.
I moan as I thrust up into her beautiful body, gripping her thighs and grinding harder against her.
Goddamn, she’s stunning. That dark hair spilling across her shoulder, her tanned skin…
Every muscle in my arms ripples as I grip her thighs and flip her, laughing as she shrieks.
“Hey!” she says indignantly, but the rest of what she says is cut off as I kiss her. As our lips connect, a great warmth spreads through my body. This is bliss. Why does she feel so good?
I move my face down to her breasts and begin to suckle them passionately, swirling my tongue around her nipples. I can feel goosebumps erupt on her flesh.
“Fuck me!” Sofia calls out, and I don’t care whether anyone can hear us. I need this. This, her and me together, it feeds my soul.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan as I move my face back up to Sofia’s throat and nibble at the soft skin there.
I’ve never known such pleasure as when I’m with her. All my other partners pale in comparison to Sofia. My teeth biting down against her neck causes her to cry out in delight. This energizes me, and my thrusts become faster and harder.
I’m going to fucking explode. My breathing is ragged, and my hair is sticky with sweat. I can’t take my eyes off her magnificent body. She’s a work of art.
Sofia’s back arches and her legs twitch as she comes all over my thrusting shaft. But I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her wetness.
“Dom!” she calls out as I slide out of her, flipping her onto her stomach. Her face rests against the blanket as I forcefully pull her hips upward.
Without hesitation, I slide back inside her easily. It’s as if we were made for each other. We fit together like missing puzzle pieces. My body slaps against hers as I go deeper into her.
I want to feel this forever. I never want it to end.
“Oh, fuck ! Sofia!” I moan, pleasure rolling over me in waves.
The slap of our skin connecting echoes through the area as a light breeze kisses my damp skin.
Sofia pushes back harder, allowing me to go as deep as possible. “Dom!” she says breathlessly, her voice high-pitched as her hips roll against my hips. “I–I’m going to come again!”
“Yes, baby,” I snarl, and that is my undoing as I come inside her, crying out. Sofia meets me with her orgasm as she tightens around me. We melt together in perfect union.
After a moment, I slide out of her and collapse beside her. I roll onto my side and allow Sofia to curl around my body as she rests her face in my chest. I idly stroke her damp hair, running my fingers through her silken tresses.
As we lie there in the afterglow, our bodies still intertwined and our breaths mingling in the quiet of the woods, I can’t help but feel a sense of restlessness stirring in my chest. It's a feeling I’ve grown accustomed to over the years, a constant itch beneath my skin that no amount of pleasure or distraction can quite scratch.
I’ve always dreamed of traveling the world, of seeing all the places I’ve only read about in books or heard about in stories. Of experiencing new cultures and new adventures, of living life on my own terms before I'm forced to take up my father’s mantle as the head of the Sicura Family.
In the past, those dreams have always been tinged with a sense of escape, of running away from the responsibilities and expectations that have weighed me down for as long as I can remember. I’ve imagined myself in some far-off destination, free from the chains of my birthright and the ghosts of my past.
But now, lying here with Sofia in my arms, I find myself wondering what it would be like to share those dreams with her. To have her by my side as we explore the world together, as we create new memories and build a life that's truly our own.
It’s a thought that both thrills and terrifies me, the idea of opening up to her in that way. Of letting her see the parts of myself that I've always kept hidden, the hopes and fears and secret longings that I've never dared to voice out loud.
Would she even want that? Would she be willing to leave behind everything she knows, everything she's ever known, to take a chance on a future with me?
I don’t know the answer, and a part of me is afraid to find out.