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She leans forward, holding onto her headboard, pushing herself up and down again. Waves of ecstasy pulsate through her, and her body begins to quake. This is it. It is her. And she’ll become my whole world.
six
SANDRA
We say nothing since he sat me on his face, and my orgasm continues to quake through me. After he wrings every bit of pleasure from my body, he gently moves me into his side, pushing my tangled hair from my eyes.
Placing a chaste kiss on my head, he slips out of bed, taking a moment in the bathroom around the corner from my living room. Will he leave? I’ve given him a chance and now two. Will I regret it?
The bathroom door opens, and in three long steps, he’s back in my room. “I’m not leaving, Sandra.” He has a washcloth in his hands. “Lay back, baby. Let me clean you.”
Why is him cleaning me such a turn-on? I lie back as instructed, opening my legs, still as naked as I was when he carefully placed me on the bed and walked across the hall.
He’s careful with me, gentle, as he kneels next to my bed. “I’m sorry, Sandra. I was an idiot and I could give you a million reasons why I’m like I am. And they’re all valid, I won’t lie, but atthe end of the day, I can’t get you out of my mind. Seeing another man touch you drove me to stalk your apartment building.”
“And how did you know where I lived?” I ask, just now realizing he’s never been here before.
“I called in a favor or two,” he answers. My sister wouldn’t have told him, but I guess it doesn’t matter, not after what we just did together.
He hands me a glass of water he’d brought back from the bathroom and gently slides me up, watching intently as I drink it. I give it back to him, and he doesn’t take it. “More, you need more.”
I finish the glass and only then does he take it from me. “Are you happy now, Dad?” I tease, and a flame of fire sparks in his eyes.
“Call me daddy anytime. It’s sort of hot.” Pulling the covers over my body, he moves ringlets of hair from my face. “Remember the last night we were together? I told you I’d tell you why I never called you.” He pauses, his fingers still twirling my hair. “I haven’t really dated because my parents fucked us up—my brother, my sister, and me.
“Somehow Daimen fell in love with his best friend. It’s what saved him. But Daria and I bolt from commitment like it’s the plague. Unlike my sister, I want a partner, but as soon as I get close to anyone, I start to panic. Maybe seeing you with another guy was the kick in the ass I needed.”
I lean my head against my headboard, and he caresses my cheek. “I’m going to look for something in your fridge. You need to eat.”
“I can have sex without needing to eat or drink afterward, you know,” I say as I laugh at him.
He tips my head to his. “In addition to the fucked-up childhood, I need to have an amount of power during sex. In my mind, it’s how I control the narrative. And when I say you needto eat, believe me, I’m not saying it to hear myself talk. I don’t have the typical bland vanilla sex, as you may have been able to figure out, but I’ll go slow with you, baby. I’ll put you first and make sure you aren’t going into sub drop. Let me do it. I sort of get off on this shit, anyway.”
I don’t answer him, and he saunters naked through my apartment. “You need to go shopping, baby,” he calls through the open living space.
He walks back in carrying a bowl of blueberries. “You only have fruit and half and half.” Crawling in from the foot of the bed, he adjusts, handing me the berries then taking some, popping them in his mouth. “Don’t worry, I washed them.”
“I thought you would feed me,” I tease, and he lets out a long, soulful chuckle.
“We’ll get to that, Rosso.” His eyes take in my naked breasts as the sheet and comforter have fallen down.
“And could you please explain what a Mary Sue doormat is?” he asks.
I giggle at his question. “Mary Sue is the epitome of an innocent young girl. It’s another way to say an innocent doormat who will let anyone walk all over them.”
“You’re no Mary Sue doormat, that’s for sure.”
“Nor am I innocent,” I add and I lick my lips and toss a blueberry in my mouth, winking at him.
“You’re a handful, Sandra McDonald, you know that, right?”
“I think you can handle me, Dominic Torano.”
This is easy, and sex with Dom is the easy part. It’s the shit that comes after. “Are you going to stay the night, or leave?”
It’s Thursday. A weird day of the week. Almost the beginning of the weekend but not quite.
“I want to, but I have to be up at five to meet Bodhi at your sister’s house. We’re working on Daimen’s home site too. They have the concrete poured. My brother and his spouses areparticular on what they want so we’re walking the site. I figure it’ll be a long day.”
