OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(81)

He didn’t stop. He was lapping at me, circling and sucking and sipping and nipping. I lost track of the plot; I was all sensation. My hips must have been bucking, because I heard him say, “Stop it. Don’t move, Sienna.”



Jarred from the moment and confused about what was happening, I lifted my head to find his eyes hard on my face. His were dilated, fierce, his breath coming in deep pulls. He was all angles and flush with pumping blood. When he caught my lost look, he growled, “No movement, baby. Just feel.”



And his face returned to my center, and his mouth to his work. He had moved his arms so his hands were on top of my inner thighs, holding them down to the sides, pressing them into the bed so I was pinned and there was nowhere for me to go. Sensation overtook me again, the feel of that tongue, those lips and teeth, the licking, the circling, the thrusting, the sucking. God, the sucking.



I could feel my body tension and awareness rise exponentially even as it cut out all other aspects of my surroundings. My every nerve ending was coiled in heat and desire and anticipatory contraction. My arms were reaching over my head, hands grasping at the sheets, the pillows, anything, nothing. My head was nearly tipped back onto my crown, and I gasped for each breath. And in a moment, or five, or twenty, or a hundred, the world exploded. My body shook, my every sensation only pleasure. I was a flood of euphoria: drowning, filling, cascading, rising, falling, floating, drifting, shivering, and spreading. My entire being was bliss. It was like nothing—nothing—I’d ever felt before. It took me out of this world.



When I finally became aware of Dom again, he was watching me, still from his position halfway down my body. His face was serious, his eyes still dark with desire but also shining with satisfaction. “Good, baby. Let’s get you there again.” I’d never come like that before. I didn’t think I could again. But if he wanted to try, I was certainly not going to stop him.



But this time, I wanted him with me. That was too good not to share.



“Dom, let me touch you.”



The left side of his mouth tipped up in a darling half smile. “Yeah, Sienna. You can touch me.” He really was in an accommodating mood.



And he stood up, moved his hands to his belt to unbuckle it, and then ripped open the fly. I crawled backward on the bed, centering myself with my head near the pillows, and lay there waiting while he shucked his boots and socks, and then his jeans and boxers. He tossed a foil packet on the bed that he must have snagged from a pocket and stood still a moment, looking at me, letting me look at him.



He was so beautiful: so tall, with such smooth skin, that gorgeous athletic build covered in defined but not overwhelming musculature, the slight imperfections of a rugged masculine face dominated by his stunning green eyes and their ridiculously long dark lashes, the soft mop of silky black hair, the light coverage of it on his chest, his six-pack abs, the V at his hips, and the happy trail leading directly down to his amazingly long, thick, hard cock. He truly was a work of art. I was appreciative.



I’d been looking my fill for several moments before I realized he was full-on smiling at me, watching my eyes now. I had thought he was checking me out like I had been checking him out, but then I realized that he’d just been watching me check him out. I blushed and bit down on my lower lip. His grin expanded even more. “Hey, baby, I’m glad you like me. But you said you wanted to touch me, so I’m just waiting for you. Tell me what you want.”



“I want you to come here.” Obligingly he climbed up on the bed and spread himself on his side, raised up on an elbow for leverage. His upper leg shifted my legs apart and then rested between them. His available hand smoothed my chest and shoulder blade, and he slowly drifted it down to direct my arm toward his body. I was thinking exactly along those same lines, and I eagerly returned my gaze to join my hand in a mutual focus on his big, hard, impressively upright cock. Damn, he was big. Long, and thick, and smooth, and pretty. Very few cocks are pretty, I think. But his was actually pretty, in a very seriously masculine way. It perfectly matched the largeness and perfection of the rest of him. I was fascinated.



I grasped him firmly at the base and found that my fingers didn’t quite close around him, so I dug out my other hand to assist. With both hands encircling him, I drew up along the length, squeezing him and watching as he seemed to throb and grow with excitement at the pressure and attention.



I glanced up at his eyes to check his reaction. He was looking down at his cock in my hands, and his face looked all angles and desire.



There was a drop of precum at the tip, and I wanted to taste it, and I wanted his head in my mouth. I wanted to suck on him. I scooched myself down the bed and flipped myself between his legs as he rolled to his back and propped his head up on a pillow for a better angle to watch. I smiled and dipped my head to the tip of him, then licked the precum off the slit, dragging my tongue across it exaggeratedly.