Was he still wearing underwear? Was it just mine still in the way? I struggled against his grip, needing to yank off my bra and panties before they seared through my skin. But he was already moving, trailing scorching kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, distracting me while his fingers worked to unclasp my bra and toss it across the room.
Then he peeled himself away, gazing down at me.
“Holy shit,” he whispered through a string of shuddery breaths and slow, half-lidded blinks. My heart almost keeled over when he reached out and grazed my right breast with unsteady fingers.
The lights in his head seemed to go out one by one, until he all but collapsed forward, taking my nipple in his scorching mouth.
Azingof unexpected pleasure stabbed through me when his teeth got involved, and before I knew it, I was writhing against the bounds of his muscled embrace, my fingers stuffed into his hair as his tongue grew more and more creative with its movements.
Releasing me with a lewd, wetpop, he lightly pinched my other nipple and lifted his head to examine the blushing, panting, disoriented mess he’d made of me.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about having you naked underneath me like this? The things I’ve done to you in my head?” He placed a warm, chaste kiss on the slope of my neck. “You can’t even begin to imagine, Alice.”
My fingers curled over the duvet, scorching hot need swirling in my stomach.
“But let’s see if you can at least guess,” he murmured, his palm sliding down my side, lingering appreciatively over the curve of my hip, before slipping between my legs.
I shut my eyes, teeth sinking into my lower lip as he circled my slick entrance with the pad of his finger. “I told you I would have gotten on my knees and barked like a dog if you’d asked me to at the bar. Now, what do you think a man who’s been reduced to that would give for permission to taste your pussy just once?”
He was pressing searing kisses down my chest and stomach before I could respond, making my head spin. I clutched the duvet, my back arching off the bed when he reached his target.
He wasted no time. There was no additional teasing or talking. He just secured his arms around my thighs and licked my seam with a fractured groan. “Fuck yes,” he whispered, the words slurring a touch. Then he used the flat of his tongue to spread me open, and just as I was starting to whimperwith pleasure, he pushed a finger into my soaked entrance and suckled my clit.
I catapulted toward the orgasm so fast, my hands started to claw at the duvet for purchase.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
Dominic groaned, flicking me with his tongue. Within seconds, I was squirming under him, my hips moving, wanting to take control of the rhythm as I clutched his hair.
I was so unprepared for it when he rolled us over that I almost tipped to the side. But he steadied me, locking my thighs in position as he met my gaze, his eyes glimmering with the challenge.
What? He didn’t think I’d do it?
He thought I was too shy?
I quirked a brow, rolling my hips again. Just once. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and he gave me a pleased nip that made my stomach tingle. When I did it again, he gripped me tighter and started eating me out with a ravenous hunger that almost made me regret the position.
How the hell was I supposed to hold myself upright when he kept doingthatwith his tongue?
“Dominic… I… right there. Right—” I broke off with a deep, guttural moan, my hips rolling faster, demanding more from him. I was starting to see stars. “Holy shit holy shit holy shit right… oh my god,yes.”
The buildup was torturously slow, starting from the tips of my fingers and working its way inward until I was practically incoherent with need.
It was the biting that finally did me in. One firm nip of his teeth, followed by an enthusiastic lap of his tongue, and I collapsed with a shattered cry. He rolled with me, keeping his face stuffed between my thighs, his tongue coaxing me throughto the end of the orgasm and then some, until I finally had to nudge at his head and plead for mercy.
He pulled back with clear reluctance, licking his lips and glaring at me like I’d taken away all his fun.
“Holy crap… you are…reallyfucking good… at that,” I panted.
He fished a condom out of his wallet and tore it open using his teeth. My thighs spread a touch wider while I watched him roll it onto the most generously proportioned, angriest-looking shaft I’d ever seen.
When he settled on top of me again, he nuzzled my ear. “If I weren’t dying a slow death with how badly I want to fuck you, I’d have happily spent the rest of the night eating you out. Do you have any fucking idea how good you taste, Alice? It’s fucking obscene.” He bit my earlobe, pressing the blunt head of his thick cock against my clit, making me whimper and squirm. Then he dragged it up. Down. Up. Down. I was going to implode. “Tomorrow. And I’d prefer you didn’t interrupt me unless you were about to pass out. I wasn’t even close to getting my fill.”
Then he pushed in.
Finally. Finally.
Finally.
