Dominic lifts me so I’m sitting on the table. His scent washes over me as his hand surfs up under my shirt to unhook my bra. When he frees my breasts from their cups, my whole body reacts to the fact that he’s touching my bared skin again, finally. Every second without Dominic’s hands on me is a second I lose my mind.
He places a hand on the back of my knee so I sweep forward and my thighs are on either side of him. I can feel Dominic’s thick, erect cock caged in his trousers. His tongue rolls around mine and I can tell from the way he touches me that he actually cares about me and not just my body. It makes it hurt all that much more that he doesn’t want to openly date me around my friends. When my own mother, his ex-wife, can accept us, why can’t Dominic hang out with me and my friends?
The anger I get from this thought spurs me on. I yank his shirt out from where it’s tucked into his trousers. I run my hands over Dominic, feeling his skin. He’s smooth, firm, and warm to the touch. My breathing gets shallow just feeling him under my palms.
“I want you,” I sigh, my head tossing back so he can shower my neck with kisses. I feel his stubble against my skin and I moan. I tug on the back of his nice shirt as he rubs his cock against my pussy. We’re still way too dressed, but that won’t last long.
Dominic reaches back where my hands are gripping his nice shirt and wrinkling it up, and pries the shirt out of my hands, wraps his stern fingers around my wrists and holds them down to the counter and grinds against me.
“Oh…” I begin with the “ohs” and “ahs” already, even though there’s been no penetration yet.
Slow down. Don’t be so verbal yet; make him work for those sounds, I tell myself, but it’s hard.
Literally, it’s HARD.
I continue rubbing against him. I try and move my hands to release him from his pants to no avail. He keeps my hands where they are.
“You want Daddy’s cock up that sweet, tight pussy?”
“No,” I quip. There is a sly smirk on my face and I can tell he wants to wipe it off. I love this little interplay. It does make every drop of frustration just add to the endless ocean of lust rising between us.
Dominic unsnaps my shorts and I start to move my hand.
“You keep your hands on that counter, understand?” he commands.
We play-fight for a minute, him grabbing my hand and placing it on the counter and me trying to pull away, but then his other hand burglarizes my panties, and he slips a finger up inside my pussy. It’s just one finger, but it’s enough to pull a crazy twitch from my body because I have been craving him ever since I stormed out of that dinner. I physically need him to fuck me more than I need anything else, and now I can be mad ... and get fucked …
Dominic studies me as I move around his hand. I bump my clit against his knuckles to drive myself wilder. His hand feels so good on my pussy and I’m greedy for more. He starts kissing my neck again, takes his hand out and places it on the back of my neck. I can feel my own wetness against my skin and we start kissing again. Deep and hard.
“I’m going to fuck you in the bedroom,” he says in that chilling calm dominant voice. Dominic picks me up effortlessly and takes me down the hallway.
“I’m still mad at you,” I say. But I do want him. My thong is all bunched up and wet with arousal from just his finger intrusion.
“I’m still fucking you,” he says.
God, it's so fucked up, but that just turns me on more. I love how alpha and possessive Dominic gets. I'm craving it the way I’m craving his huge cock.
When he carries me to my bedroom, I’m aroused by him taking me into my own space. I’m grateful to have him there, after being apart from him. I can’t feel silly about it when he sets me down. He puts me on the floor on the nice soft plush rug because neither of us can make it to the bed yet; we’re both so hungry for each other, and we start going at it. Kissing and touching as if it’s our first time exploring each other and what our bodies have to offer the other.
He makes his way down my body so he’s between my legs. He leaves me in my clothes for the moment, and starts kissing me on my thighs.
“Oh…” I start pushing my pussy against him again, desperate for his touch, as his fingers crawl up to my button, and he undoes my shorts.
“Dominic,” I say his name, my fingers getting lost in his hair. He sits up over me for a minute and pushes my shirt up to my neck. My nipples are hard atop my breasts, which he always describes as beautiful.
Dominic places his hands on the hips of my shorts and tugs on them to reveal my lace pink thong and the soaking wet patch of my arousal from him sliding his finger inside me before. I tangle my fingers in Dominic’s hair and he bends forward to kiss my belly. It's sweet, tender, and so achingly sexy. I can feel how much he needs me too. I'm the burning name in his brain in the middle of the night. He’s the aching sensation burning through my insides and making my every nerve tingle.