Chapter 20 ~ #3
“Why did you come to Australia?” Her fingers still their exploring as she awaits my response.
“Mama wanted me to grow up somewhere different,” I say slowly. “Dad’s from here. Mum came for a holiday here after high school and fell in love with Dad. Their parents thought it was crazy when Dad moved to America after six weeks of knowing someone. It was always their plan to come back one day.”
Rory nods. Her fingers continue their journey, leaving the mountains to find another. She enquires about that one and I explain it. Then she goes to the next, and the next until I’ve bared my soul to her.
Her fingers trail from my chest down, down.
“Do you have tattoos anywhere else?” She questions, huskily, seeing the ink that goes past the waistband of my boxers.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out.” I smirk as she shivers at my unintentionally strong southern accent. Her and Alec…I love her reaction to my drawl.
Heat flares in those multi-coloured eyes. I throw caution to the wind and grab her hips. I roll us so that she’s on top, straddling me. I watch for her reaction as she settles down on me.
She lowers her lips until they’re a breath from mine. She looks up at me through her long, dark eyelashes. I raise my head, my mouth barely grazing her’s.
Ball’s in your court, Sweetheart.
After a moment’s consideration, her lips meet mine. We both groan and she deepens our kiss.
Unable to keep from taking over, my hands slide up her shirt, barely brushing under her chest before moving to take possession of her hips.
Her hands cup my face as she leads our dance of lips and tongues. At the first taste, her tongue carefully seeking mine, sweetness hitting mine. I growl, losing my last bit of self control.
I flip us, pinning Rory against the bed with my body. Her hair flays out along the pillow, her hands happy with the change in positions as they explore my body.
She kisses me eagerly, stealing away the last bit of concern I had about pushing the limits.
My tongue moves against hers like an erotic dance, exploring each other.
I painstakingly drag my lips away. Her whimper of frustration turns to a breathy moan when I suck on the inside of her neck.
“Dom.” She groans, clutching me tightly. I chuckle. The rumble of my chest has Rory’s nails pressing into my skin.
“You want me to make you feel good, baby?” I remove my lips from her skin to pull back and meet her eyes.
“Please,” she whispers, her lower half shifting beneath me.
I kiss her deeply before leisurely trailing a path of kisses down her neck to her chest. I glance up, needing her confirmation and she nods.
That’s all I need for me to slowly push up her shirt. Fuuuck, she’s killing me.
Her necklace is on a long thin chain that nestles between her boobs. My fingers trail over the six tiny stones on the pendant.
Rory shivers slightly as the tips of my fingers graze her skin.
All thinking goes out the window when I lower my mouth around her peaked nipple, my tongue circling it.
Rory moans, her hands moving to clutch my hair. I grin wickedly, extracting another breathy moan from her when I do it again. Her hand tightens on my hair.
I switch to the other one, gently biting down when she tugs on my hair. Her groans cause my mouth to vibrate around her nipple, the other still standing at attention as I knead it with my hand.
“Dom.” Rory firmly pulls on my hair, a moan mixed in with her words. “Please,” she begs.
I got you, baby.
. . .
Rory ~
“Please,” I almost whimper, needing him to release the ache, to stop the teasing. The heat’s too much.
His mouth stills around my nipple and he pulls back, releasing it with a pop. My shirt falls back over my chest.
“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” He growls, that sweet southern accent nearly has me writhing in the sheets.
He lowers his lips, placing a scorching path of kisses from my chest down to the waistband of my pants.
His fingers dip below my shorts and underwear before he slowly drags them down, throwing them away somewhere.
His eyes flick up to find mine, seeking my approval.
I nod, a grin playing on my lips. He captures my mouth in a passionate display of affection before crawling down my body.
Dom’s mouth hovers over me, his hot breath driving me crazy with need.
When his mouth finally lands on my clit, I lose all ability to recall anything.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my fingernails digging half moons into his back when his tongue slowly licks and laps at the wetness he created.
He sucks on my clit, paying special attention to the small bundle of nerves that sends me into wave after wave of pleasure. I pant heavily.
He doesn’t stop, the desire building and building, bringing me to the edge to tumble off.
Pleasure pulses through me but Dom’s not done.
When his fingers finally slide into me, I nearly combust. He’s slow at first, being careful not to hurt me before speeding up.
“Goddddd,” I moan, the feeling of him inside me threatens to undo me.
I think he replies with something like ‘not quite’ but I’m not sure because he adds his tongue into the mix and that sends me flying off the cliff.
“Dominic!”
He laps at every drop I spill, the bundle of nerves sensitive from the two orgasms he’s wringed out of me.
I pant as he crawls up my too attentive body. He grins wickedly, capturing my lips in a sweet, gentle but dominating kiss.
I reach for him but he shakes his head. “This was about you, baby.”
I pout and Dom chuckles. “Next time, Sweetheart,” he promises.
He falls onto the bed beside me and pulls me back into his arms, my back to his chest. I sigh, finally at peace.
My eyes droop—Dom having worn me out.
His arm curls around my waist, holding me close.
“Sleep, Sweetheart,” Dominic orders. And I obey—out like a light.