In the midst of my orgasm, he moves his hand between my thighs, using his pointer and index fingers to rub steadily at my clit, dragging out my pleasure until the build begins again before I’ve even fully come back to ground.
“Yes, just like that,” I sigh, my hips lifting to meet his touch.
Dominic chuckles, watching me start to come apart again. “I know what my girl likes.”
Fuck, he really does.
He crashes his lips to mine, our bodies molding together as we move in sync, anticipating the other’s needs. A kiss to my neck, where he licks at the spot my pulse races. A palm to his ass, pushing him in even deeper. Hands roaming, lips tracing, a dance that moves like muscle memory. Soon we’re both coming, together. The slapping of our skin mingles with theheaving breaths escaping us, a pandemonium of noise so familiar, yet new all at once.
When it’s over, Dominic rolls off me and we stay silent, save for the sound of our ragged breathing, both staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
“That was—holy fuck I don’t even have words,” he says as he slides his arms around me and drags me against him, nuzzling my neck.
I tuck myself into him like I’ve always belonged in this spot—notched just for me. “It was alright,” I murmur, capturing my bottom lip to keep from giggling.
His arms squeeze around me tighter as he slaps my ass. “Lying brat.” He slaps my ass again, and this time a needy sound claws up my throat and my nipples pebble, brushing against his skin. He notices it immediately and looks down and then back up at my eyes with a knowing smile. “I bet your pussy is already ready for more, even with my cum still running down your thighs.” Before I can protest, his fingers smooth between my legs, dragging the cum that’s leaked, and pushing it back inside me, leaving his fingers sunk. “That’s what I thought.”
I can’t help myself, I’m so needy for him again, and my hips swivel, silently begging.
He indulges me and lazily pumps his fingers, too fast to go unnoticed but too slow for relief.
“Dominic.” I squirm. “Faster.”
When our eyes meet, the corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes hazy with lust. “Think I can still do it?”
I don't need to ask; I know exactly what he's referring to. It's the thought that consumes me whenever I'm alone, imagining his hands, his mouth, bringing me to the edge and beyond. He used to make me squirt, and as much as I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to accomplish it alone.
I roll my hips, challenging him. “Probably not.”
Rather than argue with words, he lets his actions speak. He pushes two fingers roughly inside me with a deftness that makes my breath hitch, curling them just right. A gasp escapes my lips as he finds that spot, the one that makes my vision blur and my thoughts scatter. His eyes lock onto mine, a silent question in their depths. I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response, but my body betrays me, arching into his touch, seeking more.
He smirks, leaning in to brush his lips against my ear. “Just for that, I’m going to make this pussy gush like a goddamn waterfall.”
And true to his word, he delivers. I feel completely out of control in the best way—my body entirely his as he draws out every last drop of pleasure. My skin is slick, hair matted, limbs boneless, and my heart so full it might just burst.
He gazes down at me, his smile a mirror of mine. His eyes trace the length of my body, finally landing between my thighs.
“Oh, querida mía, you’re a mess. Let me clean you up…with my tongue.”
“Wake up. ”
“Hmmm,” he hums.
He’s still half-asleep even though I’ve been awake for hours, just staring at him.
My limbs ache, muscles I didn’t even know I had are sore. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I had run a marathon—and in some ways, I guess I did.
Dominic kept true to his promise and fucked me all daylong. We have a lot of time to make up for, and hardly made a dent.
His eyes are still closed, but I know he’s awake. I nuzzle his neck and dart my tongue out just a bit, giving him the tiniest lick.
He moans, and it vibrates against my mouth. “Insatiable,” he mutters.
I give him a mock gasp in response. “I was just trying to wake you up, not seduce you.”
Warm hands reach for me, wrapping around my waist and roll me until I’m settled over him, my necklace hanging between us. I squirm, but make no real attempts to actually escape his hold.
“Best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time,” he mumbles into my neck—the small amount of scruff on his face scratches against me.
