The weight of where we are and what we’ve done — and the fact that we’re about to go have a family dinner — all starts to slowly add itself to the light feeling that I have with my arms and legs wrapped around him. Unlocking my ankles, I let my legs drop down on the bed. I let my arms fall down, even though I want to hold him more; I’ve got to release him and I know now that we’re done, and almost out of time.
Still, Dominic turns to me with a grin on his lips, completely ignoring the fact that soon enough we'll be late for dinner. He reaches for my pussy with his hand and, using two fingers, he slowly brushes them against my wet folds. Taking a few strands of cum onto his fingertips, he then raises his hand and brushes his fingers over my lips, coating them with a layer of cum.
He does it a few more times, painting my mouth with the whiteness of his seed, and then just leans into me and runs his tongue over the crevice between my lips. I close my eyes and surrender to this devilish kiss, enjoying the taste of his cum almost as much as I enjoy the fact that he isn’t afraid of his own taste.
“We’re late, aren’t we?” he asks me with a smile, pulling back from our kiss.
“We will be soon enough,” I reply, my heart tightening inside my chest as I say it. If it were up to me, I’d just lock myself inside this room with Dominic for all eternity.
But my mom is waiting for us.
Swinging his legs from the edge of the bed, Dominic bends over and retrieves his bunched up clothes from the floor with my thong and my pants.
He climbs back on the bed and slides them onto me before getting himself dressed. The sight of Dominic takes my breath away all over again. His fingertips sweeping over me are so achingly erotic that my sore pussy actually protests with a conflicted need and arousal, the pang making me bite my lip.
“That was fucking amazing,” I say, breaking the silence that seemed to be so comfortable. I don’t want to be too comfortable. I might want to fuck him all over again, though I feel like I have absolutely no energy to even get up. I’m not really thinking logically now, so this whole distract myself thing is really a win.
“Yeah, Daphne, that was some kind of fucking,” Dominic says.
I think about his words, even though his mouth is pressing little kisses over my clothing. He kisses my pussy, my thighs, my legs, my breasts after he pulls my shirt back down.
He can’t possibly always fuck like this. I know that I never have. Fucking Dominic makes me reconsider just about anything I’ve ever considered a decent lay. I knew my birthday surprise had ended up being pretty damn boring, but even the sexual experiences that I thought were good in the past seem utterly garbage compared to this.
God, my whole body is spent from the sheer strength of the orgasms I had. He fucked me so deep that I’m going to be sore for days.
Guys my age don’t know shit about sex, you can trust me on that. Just look at the smug grin on his face all over again. The one that tells me, yeah, I fucked you so raw and I could do it again.
Fuck, he can’t keep looking at me like this.
I sit up finally and smile at him. I stand up to kiss him and for a second I think he might push me back on the bed and start all over, but he takes my hand and pulls me out of the bedroom. If I’m not mistaken, the urgency in his movement has everything to do with the fact that he’s afraid he’ll be just as naughty as me if we stay in there.
49
Daphne
So tonight, I get to face the firing squad. It was Ashley’s idea for everyone to get together and unwind over some drinks, but I know what’s going to happen. Carla has told everyone and their bellmen about Dominic and I. They’re all going to want deets—maybe even the bellmen for all I know—and when I say “deets,” I mean all of the deets.
I’ve watched Ashley and Lisa and Carla share dick pics with each other. They’re going to want to know how big Dominic is, and when I tell them that their boyfriends have nothing on Dominic, they’re going to think I’m full of shit. Which I don’t blame them; I had no idea a guy could be so huge until I saw Dom’s dick that first time.
Oh God, I don’t have any dick pics to share with them! I’m panicking for a moment, wondering if I should text Dominic and tell him to send me some, but then I force myself to breathe in deep. It’s going to be okay. Dick pics, or the lack thereof is not the problem. I’m focusing on it ‘cause … well, ‘cause I don’t want to think about what the real problem is.
The real problem is Dominic and I’s previous relationship, of course. You know, that one that lasted for eight years. They’re going to think that he’s some sort of lecher. That we’re in some sort of incestuous relationship. It doesn’t matter that we’re not related by blood. It’s going to be tough trying to tell them that this is legal.