Second Chance at Love(80)

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Karen further pushed a breast into his mouth. She let out a scream, teetering between that thin line of pleasure and pain as Dom’s mouth, tongue and teeth sensually punished her breast. Pushing him back, she popped her left breast out his mouth only to wrap her arms around his neck again while shoving in the right breast.



The trembling in her thighs intensified and a flash of light lit up behind her eyelids, causing her to hold Dom’s head in place at her breast. The light burst into a gazillion fragments at the feel of Dom’s teeth clamping down on her nipple sent an explosion to detonate between her legs.



Karen wanted to scream, but the earth-shattering orgasm paralyzed her vocal cords. She was still violently trembling when Dom withdrew, flipped her over and tore the garter belt, panties and stockings from her body. She felt like a limp rag when he got between her legs, spreading them, putting each one over her shoulders before sinking deep inside.



Now it was his turn to take control as he lifted her hips giving him deeper penetration. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and the cords of muscles in his neck strained as he drove into his wife over and over again, each time going deeper and deeper.



He grabbed her hands and held them over her head when she tried to stroke his chest with her fingertips. “You had your turn, now it’s mine,” he roughly grunted as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.



Karen could hardly catch her breath as his hips became pistons. She didn’t think he would ever stop. Just as she was about to beg for mercy, his body stiffened before shaking with the magnitude of a category seven earthquake. She didn’t know if it was the violent convulsing of his large frame or the loud roar going through her, but one of them sent her falling over the cliff right along with him.





Chapter 34





The following week Karen and Dom enjoyed every minute of their unconventional honeymoon. One would have thought with such a honeymoon the bride would get saddled down with the chores of preparing meals, making the bed, washing dishes and such. But that was not the case for Karen. Her groom had planned well.



For starters, he hired a staff of two from one of those maid services to cater to their every need for the week. Karen didn’t have to lift a finger to do anything.



They enjoyed days sleeping in past nine, which was very late for them, and nights of making love and talking into the wee hours of the morning about any and anything. One of the conversations Karen had been itching to have with Dom was his ability to afford buying the brownstone, renovating it, and the expensive bedroom furnishings.



She’d pick what she thought was the perfect timing to broach the subject. They had just finished making love for the third time that night. Propping herself up on her elbow, she gently stroked the five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “Um…Dom?”



Eyes closed while enjoying her tender touch, he answered, “Yeah, babe?”



She squirmed, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts. She rolled her eyes when Dom yanked the sheet back down. “How can you afford the house, this furniture and that bathroom?” she questioned pointing to the luxurious dwelling. “It’s almost exactly like the one we were watching on HGTV.”



She thought she’d been dreaming the first night she got up and went to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, she immediately noticed that the area had been extended by knocking down the wall of the adjacent bedroom, making that bedroom much smaller than the others. This made the master bathroom enormous. The flooring, double vanity top, and corner whirlpool tub were a gorgeous beige Italian marble. Tipping onto the natural stone flooring she had expected it to be chilly. To her amazement the floor was warm! Running over to the wall near the door to check, sure enough, there was a timer to heat the flooring in the winter months.



The walk-in shower stall surrounded by glass tile in warm earth tones was designed for two with individual showerheads and faucets. What she really loved about the shower stall was that it doubled as a steam bath, wooden bench and all.



Between the espresso drawers on the double vanity and the two large linen closets with espresso shutter doors, there was plenty of storage for linen and other things. Karen couldn’t help yelling, “Shut up!” when she opened one of the closet doors to find a contraption resembling a small microwave. Karen slowing pulled the door open on the microwave-looking appliance to find bath towels neatly folded and toasty warm. A towel warmer! She was tempted to take a shower just to feel the warm cotton against her skin.



Dom propped up on his elbow. Staring in her eyes, his tone became serious. “Babe, I didn’t want to tell you this until after we got married.”