Chapter 39 #2
Rayna dug one set of fingers into his muscular thigh, while she rolled and massaged his balls with the other.
She bobbed her head faster, drooling all down her chin.
Grinding into the bed, she hollowed her cheeks and lapped at the underside of him.
His grunts chimed through her throbbing cunt the few times her nose pressed into the trim hairs painting his groin, and she gagged, eyes watering, still slurping his taste, his thickness, his heat down her throat.
“Darling, sweetheart, Rayna, my love,” he rasped frantically. “You ought to stop…must stop. I cannot—I will not be able to stop myself from spilling on your tongue.”
She moaned keenly, letting him know that was exactly what she wanted. The vibrations sent him doubling over her, and rather than pulling her off, he pressed her head down.
Intentionally or accidentally, it didn’t matter.
She stroked her tongue along his length, what little she could, a few more times, and then she stayed down.
All the way down. Crying, choking, gagging, suffocating on his fat dick as he grabbed her rocking arse with one hand.
Her plump flesh yielded to his deliciously painful grip.
He growled something, but it sounded like garble over the pure euphoria singing a symphony through her.
Come, come, come.
Not just him. Her too.
She wanted to climax while he coated her throat in his cum. And fuck, she was close. No, she was there, barely holding it back.
Just when she thought she couldn’t wait for him any longer, he dug his other blunt fingers into her arse cheek and growled so fucking feral and raw.
Rayna’s eyes shot wide, and she let out a muffled squawk as hot spurts hit the back of her throat. She choked, so damn near to coughing, instinct trying to get her to tear away. But she was locked up, shaking violently as she came herself, pleasure wrenching her mind in two.
The afterquakes still felt like mini climaxes when Dominic ripped her off him. She was so weak and dizzy, her top teeth just caught along his length somewhere. But if he winced, she had no idea, her gaze too wet and unfocused as she heaved and sucked in gulps of air.
Tears, drool, and the cum she hadn’t managed to swallow dripped all down her cheeks, chin, and neck. Yet Dominic framed her jaw in the cup of his hand.
“Bloody fucking woods, Rayna,” he growled, sounding both angry and exhausted as he moved around her with speed. “You wicked nymph. You devious temptress. You will be the death of me and the death of yourself too, dammit. Just what were you thinking?”
She wanted to point out he’d held her down just as much as she’d held herself, but a soft fabric rubbed over her eyes and down her face and throat, cleaning up any sticky residue.
Dominic dropped the piece of clothing on the floor, then his hands clenched around her shoulders. Within the blink of an eye, Rayna found herself on her back, staring up at a huffing, scowling, naked pirate king.
“You,” he growled, heavily denting the pillow under her head with one palm.
Smirking breathlessly, she arched up and looped her arms around his neck. “Yes, darling?” she said, her voice slurred and gravelly.
Whatever he’d been about to say turned into a choked sound, and he gawked, caught off guard.
She chuckled and towed him down over her, smacking her mouth to his. He groaned into her, somehow managing to sound pleased and irritated at the same time.
“That,” he said moments later. “That is not how you make love, Rayna.”
She frowned mock-innocently. “What do you mean? I orgasmed sucking you off, so clearly I loved it. And you just tasted how much you loved it too, so how is that not making love then?”
“That is not the same as making love.”
“Hmm, it’s not?” she said, caressing a hand down his hot, damp chest. “Well, I’ve never made love before, so I don’t really know what the difference is.”
Rayna dragged her nails through the trimmed hairs around his groin, and Dominic hissed above her. She brushed against his sopping wet cock where it slid against her stomach, then clasped the semi-hard length with a quiet hum of satisfaction.
“Think you have enough strength left to show me what I’ve been missing?” She twisted her hand in a long, easy tug.
A deep sound rumbled from his chest, and his eyes smouldered. “You may doubt my ability to survive your wicked, wanton words. But never doubt my strength to make love to you.”
He plunged his tongue between her wide grin, and she moaned, melting and thrumming all the same.
She abandoned his dick in favour of wrapping her arms around the width of his shoulders.
But the urgent need directing Dominic’s kiss faded into deep, drawn-out passion that was clearly intended to slow the moment down.
Yet, all it really did was spike the arousal heating Rayna’s blood with frenzied insatiability.
She grappled and writhed and whined under him as he licked lazily around her mouth, but the infuriating man took his sweet damn time, no matter how much she urged him to hurry.
She even growled, scratching her nails down the length of his muscular back.
But he simply moaned and lifted her breast in a massaging squeeze.
“Dominic,” she grumbled. “I want more. Give me more.”
“Patience, darling,” he rasped, settling the weight of his panting mouth against her cheek.
She squirmed her frustration as he kissed down to her jaw. “I don’t wanna be patient. I want it now. Put your dick in me now.”
“No, I will not rush this.”
Rayna heard the wolfish smirk in his rough timbre, but her growl was cut short when he licked shamelessly across her neck. She threw her head back against the pillow, letting him suck and kiss his way lower until she felt the gentle drag of his teeth over one peaked nipple.
“Dominic,” she bit out, scrunching his soft locks.
“Hush, restless kitten. You are being far too loud.”
She lifted her knees up towards her chest, spreading herself in more of a demand than an invitation. “So hurry up and shut me up.”
He tsked disapprovingly. “We are making love, sweetheart, not fucking. I shan’t hurry.”
Dominic swirled his tongue around her areola and then blew on the wet skin.
She arched under him, groaning as he clamped his lips over her nipple.
Her patience might not have been built to withstand slow gratification, but damn all of Neves, did it still feel impossibly good, having her pleasure wound so slowly that the anticipation of a climax was near painful.
Since Rayna couldn’t coax him into any urgency, she gave herself up to the sweet suffering of his lovemaking.
She couldn’t quite melt into the mattress as he nibbled down her stomach, knowing what was to come.
But she embraced the agony of unspent bliss, laying her arms over her head like a willing damsel for his taking.
A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he fit his shoulders between her thighs. “That’s it,” he moaned and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the mound of her pubic bone.
She bit on her bottom lip, suffocating a desperate whimper.
He kissed lower. “Allow me to show you how good making love can feel.”
His possessed, dilated stare burned holes through her lungs as he swiped his tongue, slow but firm, over her clit. She clamped the back of her hand over her mouth to quieten the sound that wished to come out as a cry.
Dominic kept the bolts and sparks, and bullets and arrows firing through her, flattening his tongue, rolling it in circles, in waves, in flicks, moaning as he drank every drop of her gushing wetness, prodding his tongue between her pussy and licking inside her.
Slowly, all of it slowly. And yet Rayna couldn’t catch her breath, her sanity, her ability to think and function as anything other than a puddle of pleasure for even a second.
When she felt the stretch of two broad fingers slipping easily inside her, she knew it was all over. Knew there was no chance she’d last as he curled them and pumped up and down.
Her eyes rolled, her pelvis rose, her thighs locked around his head, a constant stream of quiet pants flooded out against the deep grooves her teeth had left on the back of her hand…
And then she drowned in her orgasm.
Suddenly, violently. Silently. Unknowingly being pushed overboard, a ten-tonne anchor dragging her down under, faster and deeper, sinking into oblivion, white light above her head, nothing but a choked gurgle of air coming from her.
It went on forever and ended too quickly. It left her shaking and gasping when oxygen finally found its way to her lungs, her legs kicking up and spreading as Dominic laid a series of sucking kisses to her sensitive clit.
But she still had the strength to open her arms to him when he crawled up over her.
He still painted the picture of a devious pirate king, even more so as he ran his tongue greedily over the glistening liquid covering his shadowed chin. But there was a deeper, warmer, tender, kinder, powerful emotion shining in his hooded eyes.
It hit her then. How stupidly blind she’d been.
That look in his eyes was so obviously love. How could she have ever mistaken it for anything less?
It wasn’t sending her running for the hills, though. Instead, Rayna was dragging him closer, cradling him as she handed her soul to him through a deep kiss. Tasting from his mouth and from her own what the future could be like if she just held on to him.
They broke apart when Dominic rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance.
“Dominic,” she croaked.
“Yes, my love?” he whispered, pinning her forehead under his.
“I…” She tightened her arms around him. “I like you.”
A sound somewhere between a chuckle and a sob fell from him. “I love you too, Rayna.”
He curled his thick arms under her shoulders and pressed his pelvis forward.
She felt every slow inch of him slide into her without pause.
They both let out strained breaths and melted—Rayna into the mattress, Dominic’s weight coming down on top of her. He had her crowded, sheltered, buried under his frame, and she’d never felt more cherished. Nor more relieved to be trapped on every side by a man.
With a whisper of his name, she kissed him, and he rocked forward.
She gasped. And he kept going in deep, slow thrusts.
Never slipping more than halfway out of her.
Never changing pace. Never lifting his weight.
Never loosening his arm. But they went from kissing, to whispering, to licking each other’s necks, to staring into souls and speaking words only their bodies could convey.
They both grew a little frantic as pleasure tethered their pants and pulses and pending climaxes together. And when she bit Dominic’s shoulder and soared, and he hid his face in her neck and followed her over, Rayna knew without a doubt she would never be the same again.
The intense passion of making love to Dominic branded her.
There would be no going back to who she was before him.
There would be no forgetting what he’d done to her, how he’d changed her.
He’d permanently ruined her. For everyone but himself.
Some time later, after Rayna had let Dominic wipe the sweat and slickness off her skin, she lay in his arms, sleepy and satiated, with her cheek on his chest.
“Dominic,” she muttered, focusing on the beat of his heart under her palm.
“Hmm?” he hummed, brushing his prickly jaw against her hairline.
“I’m not saying this because I’ve changed my mind or anything like that, but…” She paused on a swallow. “I don’t think I’m ready to tell V about us just yet.”
“Then we shan’t, my love.” There was no hesitation from him. No doubt or hurt either.
Her heart swelled, and she raised a smile up to him. “Thank you.”
He brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. “There is no need to thank me, Rayna. We will speak to him only when you are ready and no sooner.” His eyes danced. “In the meantime, I am quite content with compromising you in secret.”