"I like the way you touch me," she says softly, tilting her head to the side as I work my way down her arms.
"Good," I tell her, “I like having anexcuse to touch you.” My hands dip lower, brushing over the curve of her back.
She turns her head, glancing at me over her shoulder with a small, knowing smile. “You don't need an excuse.”
That smile wrecks me.
She shifts in the space between us, taking the soap from my hands. "Your turn.” Her voice is softer now, almost shy.
I stay still as her hands move over my chest. Her fingers trace over the lines of my muscles, her touch more intimate than playful now. I close my eyes, letting her take her time, feeling the tension unravel from my body with every pass of her hands.
"I like the way you touch me, too," I murmur, my eyes opening to find her watching me, her lips parted.
"Good," she echoes, her smile widening.
CHAPTER 41
Elyse
FITS PERFECTLY
PRESENT
Inever knew a shower could be the longest foreplay of my life.
By the time we’re out and Dominic is wrapping me in a towel, I’m frantic. I’ve never felt so worked up and I’ve already orgasmed.
Holding the towel tighter around myself to grab onto something as my sanity crumbles, Dominic’s brown eyes work their way down and back up my body. The towel may as well be nonexistent with how heated his stare is.
His gaze travels the same path it did before, but this time he stops where I’m pressing my legs tightly together. My pussy clenches, the anticipation mounting.
“You’re dry enough. Drop the towel.”
I quirk a brow. “Don’t tell me what to do.” My lips threaten to curve into a smile, betraying any attempt I made at sounding difficult. “And I’m definitely still soaking.”
He gives me a slight head shake, and makes a ticking noise with his tongue. His arms cross, drawing my eyes to hisbulging biceps, veins branching, ink shiny from the sheen of moisture still coating his skin. The towel around his waist slips, and drops to the floor, where it gathers at his feet, but he keeps coming toward me, unbothered. My gaze holds on his hardened cock. I lick my lips and swallow deeply.
God, it’s bigger than I remember.
“You’re gonna put an eye out with that thing.”
His head falls back and a barking laugh escapes from his throat. “Jesus Christ, querida mía.”
I swallow hard, trying to force down the giggle bubbling in my chest but it spills out anyways.
It was never like this with anyone else; the ease between us, the way it can be heated and lighthearted. He has me laughing and desperate in the same breath.
“Drop the towel,” he repeats. “I want to look at you.”
The rasp in his voice, the way he’s looking at me with so much intensity, so much dominance. I love it. Dropping the towel, I keep my eyes latched onto his.
Bared before him, a wave of vulnerability creeps in, and my hands move to cross over my chest, an uncharacteristic surge of self-consciousness hitting me.
Before I know it, he's inches away, carefully unraveling my arms. "Nope, none of that. Arms at your sides, where I can see them." He shakes his head, his hand skimming down the side of my waist and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I give a small shake of my head, lost in his gaze as his hand travels back up, grazing my breast before taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight tug. A needy whimper escapes my lips. I'm coming undone, powerless under his commands, already addicted to the way he strips me of every defense with nothing but his voice and touch.
He nudges his thigh between my legs, the swell of his hard cock brushing against me as he does. “Don't bother squeezingthose pretty thighs together when we both know I’m the only one who can give this needy pussy what it craves.” His fingers tease me, barely dipping inside. “Spread ‘em, Ellie girl. Don't make me tell you twice.”
