He grinned. "You've got a submissive side. But you didn't know this about yourself until about five minutes ago. It's like a drug. You'll crave it for the rest of your life now that you've had a taste of what it's like to shatter under the hands of a Dom. Let it go. You can't stop it. Don't place any more demands on me. I'm going to make your body hum like you've never experienced.
"And you're going to come around my cock in the deepest orgasm of your life. If … " he paused, " … you can keep your lips shut. If you don't believe me, try me. I'll leave you hanging on the edge of bliss so close you can taste it.
"You'll still be convinced about how submissive you are, probably more so, but your brain will fire in every direction when I dress you back in that sexy skirt and see-through blouse and lead you downstairs to join the others with your clit pulsing and your pussy in tears."
She nodded, pursing her lips. She believed he would do it. And she had no desire to prove him a liar.
His fingers flattened on the backs of her hands, pressing her palms into the granite. It grounded her in a way.
Then he eased out of her and thrust back in.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the slight renewed sting of pain. He was that large. Large enough to stretch her farther than she'd ever felt before. But it was a wonderful sting that made her crave more.
He delivered.
She bit the inside of her lip to remind herself to keep her mouth shut. Then she enjoyed the best fuck of her life. Her head fell back as he thrust into her hard and fast. Over and over. His stamina was incredible. A regular man would have come already. But not Dominic. Of course not.
She wasn't sorry because she grew closer to the crest with every thrust. She lost the battle of sealing her lips as she neared the peak.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. I want to watch you fall apart."
Those words sent her tumbling over the top, a rush of wetness coating his cock as he continued to fuck her. The orgasm dragged out, perhaps extending into a third orgasm as his cock filled her over and over.
Finally, he held himself deep inside her and groaned out his own release.
She swore she could feel the pulsing of his length inside her. It might not have been logical. She'd never noticed a man's ejaculation before. But this time …
When he stopped moving, remaining deep inside her, he released her hands and flattened his palms on her back to hold her against him. He set his face in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply, almost gasping.
Eventually, he lifted his head, cupped her face, and licked his lips. "Good girl. I'm proud of you."
She beamed. It was insane that she found those strange words of encouragement anything but demeaning, but she didn't. He was proud of her.
She had no idea how she felt about what had just happened between them, but for the moment, she reveled under the blanket of his adoration. She had never felt so worshiped.
Desirable.
Sexy.
Chapter Two
Dominic sucked in a breath, nearly moaning again at the scent of her body soap or shampoo or whatever she had on her skin that lured him to her as if he were a panther.
How long had they been gone? Too long, but if they hurried, not long enough for everyone to assume they were fucking somewhere.
Although it would be hard to miss the way Lily's cheeks were flushed, her blonde curls falling out of the clip that had held some of them up at the sides.
How old was she? He had to guess close to thirty based on how leery she'd been about his own age. Not that he gave a fuck. Her age made her more attractive. She wasn't a giggly young groupie like the girls who hung around the field before, during, and after a game, hoping to score some alone time with a player.
Lily was confident. Professional. She held her head high.
He remembered her saying she owned an art gallery. That meant she had business sense. Her skirt and blouse attested to that fact.
He needed to move. Staring at her any longer would only make things worse. He eased out of her tight warmth, fighting the urge to moan again. He didn't want her to see that level of vulnerability. Dammit, he had never let a woman see something like that. Probably because he'd also never felt it before.
Lily brought something out in him he would have to explore later. Not now.
He grabbed a tissue, disposed of the condom, and then turned on the faucet to wet a washcloth.
Lily flinched as he approached. "Hold still, baby. Let me take care of you."
She gripped his forearm with her fingers, holding his hand away from her swollen pussy. "What are you doing? I'm fine. Let's get dressed." She started to scoot to the edge of the vanity.