Chapter 30 Dominic #2
Plucking the keys from her hand, I open the door myself and dance her inside. Kicking the door shut behind us, I reach down to her thighs and scoop her up. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist.
I could march down the hallway with her in my arms. Throw her to the bed and follow her down, pinning her beneath me.
Fuck her in the comfort of her bed . . .
no, our bed. That’s what it is now, because I let my short-term lease go and moved my couple of suitcases of stuff into Briar’s cute little house a few weeks ago.
But I don’t do that.
As I’ve learned, kids make having a sex life challenging.
Rushed make-outs while Harley takes a too-short shower become treasured touchpoints.
Quiet time in the privacy of the bedroom behind a locked door is the norm.
My travel schedule doesn’t help either. I’ve introduced Briar to the naughty fun of FaceTime masturbation sessions, but having the entire house to ourselves is a luxury we don’t take for granted.
So I don’t go anywhere. I spin, pinning her back against the front door, right here in the living room.
I steal her mouth, kissing her hard and deep as I grind against her core.
She moans, not needing to be quiet for once, and I move to her neck so her noises can be the musical soundtrack to our lovemaking.
God, I want to hear her saying my name. Not because I’m insecure, but because it’s what she does when she’s on the verge of coming, and in that moment of uncertainty, with her pleasure right on the cutting edge of flying or falling, she trusts that I’m there to catch her either way.
And her trust is a gift I treasure. Whether she whispers my name, or yells it out .
. . like a prayer, like I’m her savior .
. . I get to be the lucky man who not only sees her at her most vulnerable, but that she chose to give her the pleasure she’s always deserved but never received.
Fuck, I feel like the best version of me . . . because of her.
I let her legs lower reluctantly, a positional necessity so I can get her sweater and jeans off, but thankfully, she takes over, stripping herself while I do the same.
Quickly nude, I press into her again, sandwiching her between the hard door and my unyielding body.
Her skin is warm silk that I want to touch everywhere, but that will have to be for the next round.
Now, I need to feel her surround me with her wet heat.
I need to feel her pussy clamp down on me as she comes.
I need to fill her . . . with my cock, my cum, my love.
“Fuck, Briar. I can’t wait,” I warn her.
“Then don’t.” She lifts a leg to my hip as she takes me in hand, trying to angle us to get what we both want, and I lift her once again, using the door as leverage.
This time, when I grind against her, I can feel the slick juices of her pussy covering me. I should take the time to enjoy it, but they make it too easy to slip inside her. She hisses loudly at the invasion, her nails digging into my shoulders, and she cries out, “Dom!”
Yes. Fucking yes.
Again. Louder.
My face buried into her neck and breathing the faint smell of her shampoo, I hold her ass in my tight grip, thrusting into her like the wild animal she makes me become.
We’ve been careful, even gentle as she learns what she likes, what she enjoys, what she wants, but lately, she’s been particularly receptive to rougher fucking.
With it backed by love, she’s discovering not only that she can take it, but that she loves it.
And I’m happy to fuck Briar however she wants it.
Slow, fast, hard, soft, missionary, face down, cowgirl, and now .
. . up against the front door that I will never look at the same way again after this.
Her panted breaths become whimpering cries of pleasure while mine become grunts of need. Shit, I’m going to come before she does. I try to make sure she’s first every time, but I’m already there, hitting that point of no return. “Briar,” I groan.
“Me too,” she answers, gasping.
Oh, thank fuck. She’s coming with me. We’re coming together.
I fight it off for a few more strokes until I feel her whole body go tight, and as she starts shuddering in my arms, I release my hold on my own orgasm and crash over the edge with her.
My eyes slam shut as my entire focus becomes the sensation of her pulsating around me as jet after jet of cum shoots from my cock.
Distantly, I hear her cry out my name once more.
My legs shaking bring me back to reality and carefully, I let Briar down. She thumps her head back against the door, holding on to the doorknob for dear life as she breathes out a satisfied sigh. “Wow.”
“You can say that again.”
“Wow.” She gives me a sly look, questioning if I’ll get the silly joke.
I chuckle. I can’t help it—she cracks me up. She drives me wild. It’s like the best of everything in one Briar-shaped package. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, and then I need to feed you before round two.”
“Ooh, I like that plan!”
Later, after we’ve eaten long chicken nuggets (because they were fast) and had a more luxurious, loud lovemaking session in the bed (because it’s comfortable), we’re lying in the dim lamplight.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, with Briar snuggled into my chest, I relax.
Tonight was great, tomorrow is going to be even greater, and Sunday will be the greatest because Harley comes home.
“I love you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She wiggles happily, snuggling in even closer.
“I like hearing you say that,” she admits, “but what I like even more is feeling how much you mean that.”
Thinking she’s complimenting my sexual prowess, I curl my hips toward her. “Oh, I’ll make sure you feel it.” Even spent and soft, my dick perks up at the smallest hint of a tease that it might get another chance to be inside her.
She giggles, patting my chest. “No, seriously.” Lifting up so she can meet my eyes, I see that she’s gone thoughtful. “I didn’t think this kind of life, this kind of love, was real. Until you.” Her voice goes quiet as she adds, “Thank you. For everything.”
After all we’ve been through, on some deep level, I think she still isn’t sure quite how she ended up here, with me, like this.
She worries, she overthinks, she hurts, but she also smiles, makes the mundane a bit extra special, and loves hard and deep, throwing herself full throttle into me, trusting that I’ll catch her every time. And I will.
Because while she thinks I changed things for her, the truth is, she changed everything for me. I was floating through life, dedicated to hockey and not much else, but one conversation with Briar had me changing course quickly. To whatever road led me to her.
I push her hair out of her face, wanting to see her pretty eyes.
“Briar, I knew this was real. I’ve seen it my whole life and knew I would never settle for anything less.
So thank you for making what we have possible.
For making life more than hockey. For giving me a home and a family.
” Cupping her cheek, I say, “For giving me your heart and taking mine.”
Her smile blooms slowly and gradually, growing brighter until her eyes are lit up from within with her happiness. I feel like a god for being able to do that for her. I want to be the reason she smiles every single day for the rest of her life, because she will certainly be the reason I do.
“No take-backsies, though,” she teases. She surprises me and leans down, licking my chest. “I licked you so you’re mine.”
I laugh out loud. I have no idea where that came from, but I like it.
And I will never want my heart back from this woman anyway.
It’s hers, forever. We might be lying here, naked and postsex, but that’s the true intimacy we share .
. . in sharing our pasts, ugly as they have sometimes been; in opening our hearts, damaged as they may be; and planning our futures, as weird and silly and wonderful as we can make them.
As long as they involve knee socks. And maybe some cargo shorts.
“You can lick me anytime, Briar. Anywhere too.” I catch her eye with a quirk of my brow. “Same goes for you. I’ll lick you anytime, anywhere.”
She squeaks in embarrassment, burying her face against my chest again. But I can nearly hear her thinking . . . about licking me, about me licking her.
Once upon a time, this woman accepted less than the bare minimum as her fate. With me, she’ll never know less than all I can give her. The sun, the moon, the stars, maybe a fucking planet or two. And all of me. Every single bit.
And that’s a pretty good deal. After all, I’m Dominic Motherfucking Lee.
Literally.