Eight | Dom
Eight
Dom
It was a fun day spending time with Jo, especially when I got to help her take care of Molly. I had never been around babies before, so it was an eye-opener when I realized how much work went into keeping them safe and happy.
By the time Charlie and Axel came to pick Molly up, it was already late, and I could tell Jo was getting tired. I had cleaned up the kitchen after dinner while she tended to the baby so that there wasn’t anything left to do before bed.
Jo was in the bathroom getting ready while I changed into my sweatpants. It seemed like fate had a way of tempting us relentlessly as she walked in while I was without a shirt again.
“Fuck me,” she mumbled before turning on her heel to go back into the ensuite bathroom.
“I’m game if you want me to,” I offered, noting the second she stopped in her tracks as she heard me.
I didn’t bother putting my clean shirt on as I waited for her to respond, knowing she was as into me as I was into her. I could feel it earlier when we kissed.
She slowly spun back to look at me, her eyes betraying her as she quickly took in my body. I grinned proudly when they stopped at my sweats, noticing the way she swallowed hard when she saw the outline of my cock.
“You know we can’t do that,” she said softly, finally lifting her eyes to meet mine. “It would be too complicated.”
“Why? Do you have some tricky positions you want to try? Believe it or not, I would probably be into them and am more than willing to make them happen.”
“I’m serious, Dom.” She rolled her eyes, but I heard the soft laugh that managed to slip out. “You were Tray’s best friend.”
“And you were his wife. Both past tense, Jo.”
“I know, but...”
I stepped closer to her, making sure to move slowly so I didn’t scare her off. I could tell she was nervous, but I never wanted her to feel that way about me.
“But what? You’re divorced. I don’t talk to Tray anymore, and if I did, I would kill him for what he did to you. I think it’s pretty obvious where my loyalty lies.”
“Are we being reckless? You’ve been in town for all of two days, and we’re already talking about...” She threw her hands up, refusing to finish her sentence.
I took another step closer, noticing the way her body immediately relaxed as I placed my hands on her hips.
“I’ve had feelings for you since the day I met you, Jo.
I can’t tell you how fucking disappointed I was that Tray saw you first. He was my best friend, but I never stopped resenting him for not treating you the way you deserved to be treated.
So yeah, it’s only been a couple of days that I’ve been back in your life, but you’ve held a piece of my heart since the day I met you. ”
Admitting that I had been in love with her for the past five years felt surreal because I didn’t think I’d ever be brave enough to tell her how I felt.
“Dom,” she whispered, tears dotting her eyelashes as she tried to blink them away. “I never knew.”
“You weren’t meant to.” I shrugged. “I knew you weren’t mine to love, but I did it anyway.”
Her eyebrows lifted as she took that last admission in.
“You love me?”
“Always have. Always will.”
I knew how risky it was to put my heart on the line like this, but when it came to Jo, it was worth it.
She didn’t say anything as she jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I felt relieved when she kissed me, teasing my lips with her tongue until they parted and allowed her access.
I moaned as she deepened the kiss and rotated her hips in a circle, forcing herself down on my cock as it hardened beneath her. I grabbed her ass, holding her in place before I came in my boxers like some chump.
“Fuck,” she moaned, breaking the kiss as my lips trailed down her neck. “You’re really good at this.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm hmm.” Her chest rose and fell heavily as she panted softly as I walked her to the bed.
“You should see what else I’m good at,” I said, noting how her body reacted to the timbre in my voice. Her nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of her shirt, making me wonder if she was wearing a bra.
I laid her down gently on the bed, loving how comfortable she felt with me as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Just as I suspected, she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra. Her breasts hung heavily, perfect teardrops that I couldn’t wait to touch and kiss.
While I was desperate to be inside of Jo, I didn’t want to rush things between us. I had waited five years for this, so I wasn’t about to fuck it up now.
I climbed onto the bed beside her and kissed her as she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips.
She rubbed herself against my throbbing cock as my hands reached up to caress her breasts.
My thumbs flicked her nipples, causing her to suck in a breath and break the kiss as she tried to work her way down my body.
I knew where she was going and what she was trying to do, but there was absolutely no way I was going to allow her to give me a blow job before I had the chance to make her come.
Before she knew what had happened, I flipped her on her back, pinning her hands above her head as I greedily pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked.
She cried out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard as she relaxed against my touch.
I released one nipple, then moved to the other, noticing how much she liked it when I sucked hard.
I was willing to bet that sucking her nipples like that could get her to come on its own.
I released her wrists and slid my hands down her waist, stopping at her hips as I looked at her before attempting to remove her leggings.
“Can I take these off?” I asked, loving how fucking gorgeous she looked with swollen lips and flushed skin.
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to help me get them off.
“Panties too?”
She nodded, keeping herself in the same position as I removed them and tossed them aside with her leggings.
I felt her eyes on me, watching as I stared at her perfect pussy in front of me.
She was shaved with nothing but a thin landing strip that made me hard just looking at it.
I got settled between her legs, gripping her thighs as I lowered my head and slid my tongue along her slit.
She hissed in response, her back arching off the bed as I parted her, the taste of her unlike anything I’d ever tasted before.
I feasted on her pussy as long as I could, already counting down the minutes until the next time she let me eat her out.
I knew she was ready to come, and I didn’t want to delay her pleasure any longer than necessary.
My attention shifted away from my aching cock to her pleasure as I began sucking her clit while fucking her with two fingers, stimulating her G-spot.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkk!”
She cried out as her pussy spasmed against my face, bringing her to climax.