Princely Passions 1(97)

His mouth closes over one of my breasts and he sucks so hard I gasp at the intensity of the sensation. I ride that wave of pleasure into another ripple of orgasm that makes me shiver now. My hands drop lower, now palms flat against Dominic’s chest. I feel his heartbeat and his breathing. I breathe in time with him as his hands stroke up and down my arms. He’s kissing my breasts now and I’m moaning low at the feel of him all around me. The beat sort of dropped on us, and what was fast and intense is getting slow, but no less incredible. I take deep breaths and the sensation pools through my body in supersonic waves. The whole universe is compressed and expanded in every inch of his cock twitching inside of me.

Dominic’s mouth travels to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. His hands fall against my back and he pulls me against him.

I roll my hips and sink him deep into me. I feel him, steel hard, about to cum. I want to feel that hot load in me. I pull my hands up to lock them together behind his neck.

Never have I felt so close to someone. Something has shifted between us and I’m lost now. How can I feel like this? I’m not drunk anymore. The only buzz in me is this sensation symphony playing louder than any thoughts I’ve ever had. I want to be able to lose myself in this moment.

Dominic growls into my neck. “I can’t wait a second longer to cum inside you, again, baby girl.” His teeth sink into my skin and his cock starts throbbing violently against my insides; a fraction of a second later and he erupts, hot loads of cum filling me up so hot, so fast. I feel how much he’s shot out, so much it's rolling out of my shivering pussy and down my thighs.

My pussy clenches around him, milking out the seed he’s giving me with every last ounce of energy in me. I’m at once exhausted and exhilarated. “Fill me up, daddy, please,” I moan against his skin, falling against him and squeezing him tighter. I’m shaking with the little aftershocks of my orgasm fluttering through my pussy walls from how intense I'm gripping Dominic’s cock.

I close my lips around his skin, kissing softly, needing to touch him like this. Something tender. I’ve never cum like this, much less more than once with such intensity, and it has me feeling vulnerable. But the way that Dominic commands my body, I feel somehow safer than I ever have.

Dominic’s tongue trails up my neck and to my ear, where he starts to kiss my earlobe and then nibble on it. I’m so sensitive from everything that’s happened that I’m shivering wildly at this simple tease. His arms stabilize me, keep me in his hold so that he can deliciously torment with every touch of his tongue against my skin. When his tongue moves, the air hits my skin for just a second. I get a chill and then the iciness turns to fire when his tongue flicks over the skin again. His hands wrap even tighter around me, coiling like a boa constrictor and capturing me in his arms so tight that I can barely breathe. My nipples press against his chest and their grazing feel against the hard wall of his chest.

Dominic’s hands in my hair pull back my face and he brings me back to kiss him. His cock is still inside me and my clit twitches sharply and is over sensitized when his lips close over mine. Stars explode behind my eyes and I moan into his mouth. His tongue sweeps over mine and his passion eats my own, devours it and rebirths it with exponential intensity. We kiss forever and I think perhaps I’m stuck in this moment for eternity and I’m more than okay with that.

When he slowly releases my lip, returns his tongue to his own mouth, I find the ability to breathe again in slow motion. My eyelids flutter open and I look at his face. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. He’s devastatingly good-looking, the face and body of a man who could own my soul and all he has to do is look in my direction. That gaze cages my senses and my good sense, and locks me up and hides the key to my freedom.

I mean, I didn’t know fucking could be so intense. My legs are still shaking when he sweeps them to the side. Dominic lies down and I swoop into the crook of his arm, pressing my face against his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, breathe the expensive scent of him—masculinity, power, and something like the woods at midnight. The beach at dusk. His scent is a feeling to me; he lingers in my mind as a desire I ache for and barely recognize because it's so mysterious like the beauty within nature.

Though I can feel the tiredness sweeping through my body now — after the emotional exhaustion of the day, and then the physical exertion, it certainly should be, but I want so badly to stay awake. I want to listen to his heartbeat. Feel the rise and fall of his chest for the whole night and think about nothing but the erotic metronome of his constant existence. I have never felt this attached to simple biology in another person. Not my shitty boyfriend of five years. Not any of my first crushes.