Chapter 17 #3
In two quick strides, Dom closed the gap between us again.
He lifted me up in one practiced motion, so the thin lace of my underwear was against the v of muscles at the bottom of his torso.
I wrapped my legs around him instinctively as he squeezed my ass.
I didn't know what he had planned and I didn't care.
He could push me against a wall or bend me over his desk.
Whatever he wanted. As long as he was against me, I didn't care.
A moment later he had tossed me onto his bed. I reached up, trying to pull him down with me, but he gripped my wrist. "Not yet," he said, placing it over my head. With his other hand, he tore off my underwear.
I gasped as his fingers ran over my wetness. We had barely started, but I was already soaked. He smiled at the realization. "You can't wait for me to get inside you."
"Uh huh," I said. I bit my lip. He had started circling my clit with his fingertips, ever so gently and I was trying not to moan.
There was no holding back a moment later.
He increased his speed until a low groan escaped my lips.
Once he found the pace I liked, he didn't let up until I was gripping his sheets.
Somehow, he had figured it out almost immediately.
My body was finicky with what it liked, but I hadn't needed to talk him through it. "Right there. Just like that."
He leaned down so his forehead was resting against mine. "I want you to come for me," he whispered. "I want to see what your orgasm face looks like before I fuck you."
It snuck up on me. It usually took me a while to go over the edge, but picturing him fucking me while he rubbed me did it almost instantly. I closed my eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over me, bucking my hips against his hand.
When my eyes fluttered open again, Dom was standing next to the bed, completely naked.
He was gripping his cock, pumping his hand as he watched me.
My tongue wet my lips. I had been able to feel how long and thick he was when he had been pressed against me, but seeing it fully was different.
It was a good thing I was soaked. He was going to need to ease in slowly.
He started to ask me something. "Do you—" I never figured out what he was going to say.
Words failed him as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth.
I nudged his hand off of the base of his shaft, replacing it with my own as I swirled my tongue around the tip.
After I sealed my lips around him, he muttered, "Fuck. "
As I bobbed my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair.
I judged what he liked by his breathing, repeating the motion that had made his breath hitch in his throat.
I looked up through my eyelashes, watching the expression of bliss on his face at what I was doing.
Knowing that I was doing that to him made me want him more.
After a couple of minutes, he gently tried to pull away. "I need you to stop," he said, voice hoarse.
I obliged. As much as I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given me, I didn't want him to finish before we had the chance to have sex. I reached for his hand, pulling him onto the bed with me. I lay on one of the pillows and gestured for him to lay next to me. "I need you inside me."
He gave me a long, slow kiss. "One second." He rolled over to open his nightstand drawer.
"I'm clean. And I have an IUD," I said as I saw him tearing off a condom.
Normally, I had a strict policy about condoms. There was no way for me to fully trust somebody in a matter of months.
Dom was different, though. If he said he was clean, I trusted him.
I had put my trust in him years ago and he had never failed me.
"I am, too. But I am not risking getting you pregnant," he said as he slid the latex down his shaft.
A moment later, his lips were on mine again.
His fingers started tracing circles around my clit again.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against his headboard, letting the sensations wash over me.
In a husky voice, Dom asked, "How do you want me to fuck you? "
Every way, I thought to myself. But then I glanced at his cock again. "I think it's going to take me a bit to adjust to you. Let's… let's go slow."
He placed his hands on my hips and tugged me down the bed a few inches. He positioned his erection at my entrance, rubbing the head against me before pushing himself in the first couple of inches.
I gasped. He felt thicker than I was expecting.
He paused without me having to ask him to, resting his weight on his forearms to keep it off of me.
His dark eyes took in everything about my face, waiting for any small tell.
When he looked into my eyes, I moved my hips slightly.
He moved in a bit more, understanding what I meant.
There was no awkward fumbling or nerves.
He was an expert at reading my body language and I was an expert at reading his.
When he was fully inside me, I met his thrusts, rubbing my clit against him with every thrust. He changed his position ever so slightly, using his arms to better angle his torso so I could get the friction I craved.
"Faster," I whispered, bucking against him.
He picked up the pace, thrusting smoothly in and out of me. "I want you to com again." His breath tickled my cheek.
I shook my head. "I can't like this." Not at that angle. It felt amazing, but I had never finished from penetration alone.
"Show me how you can," he said.
I was self-conscious at first, showing him how I wanted to touch myself to help myself along. He watched more for a bit, stroking himself, before he rested a hand on my hip. Gently pushing me onto my side, he said, "Do that while I'm behind you."
He didn't try to rush me. He somehow managed to hold himself back until I came again.
Only then did he increase his speed a bit.
Then he thrust into me even deeper and I felt his shuddering release inside of me.
When he stopped, he kissed my shoulder. But neither of us said anything.
We were spent. It must have been three in the morning, and we had finally given in to the temptation we had been denying for so long.
Basking in afterglow, silent except for his heavy breathing, was enough.