Chapter 35
DOMINIC
It’s a battle to sit through dinner when the only thing I want to eat is my wife’s pussy.
The scent of her perfume wafts beneath my nose every time she flicks her curls back from her face.
I can’t stop touching her. I even ate my dinner with one hand so I could keep the other on her thigh beneath the table.
She’s given herself to me.
I knew this was fate.
Finally, the plates are cleared, the tables are taken away, and the hotel staff begin to turn the room around for the evening entertainment. I hired Amber, the band that Aoife was swaying her hips to in the kitchen a few weeks ago. She’s going to go crazy when she sees them.
‘Come on.’ I grab her hand and dip out of the double doors, pulling her up the wide staircase towards our suite. I can’t take it any longer; I need a few minutes alone with her.
‘Won’t we be missed?’ She glances back over her shoulder, but her fingers tighten around mine.
‘I don’t give a fuck. They won’t start without us. Not until we do the first dance. I need to touch you, Aoife,’ a growl rumbles in the back of my throat. ‘And I think you need it too.’
She wets her lips. ‘Dominic,’ my name rolls from her tongue like a plea and a prayer.
We reach the suite door. I pull the keycard from my pocket and open the door without breaking eye contact. She steps inside the bedroom, glancing around at the high ceilings and opulent décor, before meeting my eye again.
I prowl closer to stand in front of her, cradling her face in my hand. Heat and hunger burn in her irises, but there’s no missing she’s nervous too.
Her throat works as she swallows. ‘I want you, Dom,’ she admits. ‘I wanted you even at the bar the day I ran into you. I kept telling myself it was wrong. That you were everything I didn’t need in my life.’
I inch my lips closer to hers. ‘And now?’
‘Now, you’re the only thing I need,’ she whispers.
‘I love you.’ It’s the second time I’ve said it out loud.
The first time, she was nowhere near ready to say it back. This time, she doesn’t hesitate. ‘I love you too,’ she admits. ‘So fucking much.’
My lips claim hers as we stare into each other’s eyes watching each other with wonder.
Heat swirls between us as her hands palm over my chest, tentatively at first, smoothing over my shirt, exploring my pecs beneath, like she’s mapping them to her memory.
Her mouth parts and her tongue slides against mine. She tastes like champagne and sin.
Her pupils dilate as I run my hands over her shoulders, along the backs of her arms, before settling on her waist. She presses her body against mine, seeking friction. I smile against her lips, skimming up over her waist to her beautiful, full breasts.
She mews into my mouth. Her nipples peak beneath the chiffon.
Oh, my wife is such a good girl. So fucking responsive.
I need her out of this dress, even if it’s just for a few minutes.
I reach around to her back and find the zip, lowering just enough to slacken the chiffon, but not fall down.
I pull my lips from hers and tug her dress lower until her nipples pop over the top of the material.
‘Fuck, sweetheart, you are so beautiful.’ She swallows again. I don’t kiss her. I need to watch her lips pop open with pleasure as my thumbs brush over those furled rosy peaks. She moans, watching in open fascination.
‘The things I’m going to do to you,’ I murmur. She licks her lips. I bet her lingerie is fucking ruined already. If it isn’t, it will be by the time I’ve finished with her.
I lower my face to her chest and flick my tongue over her nipple. ‘Dom,’ she pants. I fucking love it when she shortens my name.
I wrap my lips around that needy little bud and suck. ‘There’s no safewords here, baby. Only at the club. Do you want me to stop?’
‘No.’ She gasps. ‘Fuck.’
‘Not yet, baby.’ My tongue glides to her other breast. ‘But yes, before the night is over.’
She sucks in a ragged breath, her fingers reach for my hair, threading through, pushing my face further against her chest.
Greedy girl.
She is squirming for me, and I’ve barely just begun.
‘Patience,’ I tell her, popping my lips from her nipple. ‘We have the rest of our lives to do this.’
Because we do.
Aoife is mine.
And now I have her, there’s no way in hell I’m letting her walk away from this, from me, from our marriage.
And I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure she never wants to.
I brush my lips over hers and her eager tongue searches for mine, swirling and teasing and testing every bit of willpower I have. I vowed to take my time with her, and I will, but fuck, she’s not making it easy on me.
My cock is rock solid between us, pressing against her stomach. Her hands slide lower over my torso, mapping out every hard ridge of my abs, before dipping lower to skim over my erection.
I pull back, tearing my lips from hers to look down at her tiny hand on my tented crotch and gently nudge her back towards the huge four-poster bed. ‘Are you wet for me, Mrs Kincaid?’
She hisses, eyes blazing. ‘Yes, sir,’ she mutters darkly as she drops to a sitting position. With her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her tits spilling over the top of her dress, she looks like a Grecian goddess fantasy. ‘Pull your dress up.’
She bites her lower lip, her eyes blaze with need as she hesitates for a split second, then lifts the chiffon slowly, with her eyes locked on me.
I blow out a breath, swipe my hand over the scruff of my jawline as she reveals inch after inch of long, toned legs.
I reach for her knees and push her thighs apart. A scrap of ivory silk covers the junction between her legs. I trail my fingers slowly up her inner thigh, and she shivers.
‘Show me,’ I demand.
She reaches for the silk and pulls it to the side, bearing herself to me. Her arousal glistens on her lips, dripping from her slit.
‘Fucking stunning, sweetheart.’ I yank the silk from her body with one greedy snatch, and shove it into my suit pocket. Her eyes flare.
I trail my fingers back up her thighs again, teasing her slowly.
‘This pussy is mine now.’ I swipe a finger over her slit and her eyes roll skyward.
‘I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping every inch of your body.
Watching you writhe as you cum on my cock, day after day for the rest of our lives. ’
‘Please, sir.’ Her hips arch off the bed.
‘Please what?’
‘I want you.’
‘And you’ll have me. Later.’ I lower my face to her sex. ‘Now, watch me while I make you come on my face.’
‘You’re so bad,’ she whispers.
‘I think I might have mentioned it along the way.’ I roll my tongue between her legs relentlessly as she moans and bucks and grinds against my face.
It takes mere seconds before she shatters, screaming my name as she climaxes. Satisfaction soars through my soul. I lick up every drop of cum from between her trembling thighs, then pull her dress up from around her waist, reluctantly covering her breasts again.
‘Our guests are waiting,’ I remind her, offering her my hand and pulling her up to a standing position before reaching around to zip her up.
Her hand gravitates to my crotch again. My dick is in serious danger of splitting my trousers open. ‘Let them.’
‘Greedy wench.’ I capture her lips with mine. Her eyelids flutter half closed as she tastes herself. I pull back, swatting her hand away, while I still can.
‘The night is long,’ I remind her. ‘It will be for you, anyway.’ I smirk.
‘Is that a threat or a promise?’ She palms my chest again.
‘Both.’