The small, visible wet patch I see on her underwear has precum leaking from my dick. There’s something satisfying in knowing she’s already turned on despite me only touching her legs. I’ve felt and tasted her pussy before, but this is the closest I’ve ever come to seeing it in the flesh.
I lean in further, moving my upper body between her spread legs, and my mouth salivates as I ghost my nose along her seam, inhaling her scent.
The tips of my fingers skim over the elastic of her underwear. “Can I touch you,mia tortina?” She nods her prettylittle head and whimpers as I slowly massage her clit through the fabric. “I need to taste your sweetness, Emily.”
“God, yes,” she murmurs. “Touch me, taste me, do anything you want to me, Dom.”
My eyes move back to hers as my thumbs hook into the sides of her underwear. “Can I take these off?” I ask because I don’t want to do anything she’s not ready for.
It doesn’t escape me that a few minutes ago, this was the kind of thing I was trying to avoid, yet here I am, unable to stop myself from taking this further.
When she nods again, I shuffle back and slide off the sofa and onto my knees.
A low growl rumbles in the back of my throat as soon as I drag them over her hips and down her legs, getting my first view of her pink, bare pussy. I use my thumb and forefinger to part her, pausing for a moment, to take her in, committing this sight to memory. She’s glistening. Ripe and ready, and the things I want to do to her are endless.
My eyes flicker to hers, and although there’s a light blush forming on her cheeks, she’s smiling and has never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment.
I skim the pad of my thumb across her clit, and her body trembles, but I continue to observe her intently. As much as I’m dying to do this, I need to make sure she’s completely on board.
I never want her to think that this is why I brought her to my home. Yes, the attraction from my side, at least, was already there, but she’s here because I need her safe.
That’s always my main goal. It was never to take advantage of the situation so I could seduce her.
I glide my fingers through her slick folds, and she pushes her head further back into the cushion with a moan. She’s so fucking wet for me. So fucking perfect.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
I arch an eyebrow as I lean in and run my tongue from her inner thigh to her knee before moving to the other leg. I doubt she could handle everything I’ve got.
I repeat the motion, but this time with open-mouth kisses, pausing occasionally to nibble and suck her soft flesh into my mouth, giving her a taste of what it’s going to feel like the second my lips are on her pussy.
I keep going back and forth until her body is quaking and she’s near incoherent with need. “Please, Dominic,” she begs.
“What do you want,mia tortina?” I ask, my voice calm and controlled despite the desperation clawing at my insides. I need to hear her say it. I want her permission before I go any further.
“Your mouth,” she answers, sliding her hands from my shoulders to cup the back of my head. I chuckle as she tries to drag my face closer.
“Where do you need my mouth, Emily?”
Her hands fall from my hair to cup my face, tilting my head just enough for our eyes to meet again. “Everywhere,” she breathes, and I can’t hold back the grin that curves my lips as she gently strokes the scar running down the side of my face with the pad of her thumb.
She traces it slowly, almost reverently, as if it belongs exactly where it is. Her touch is soft and unbothered, and the way she looks at me makes it clear she doesn’t see the damage the way others do. She sees me.
Everything about this woman makes me want to break my own rules, to linger where I would usually pull away.
To give her more than I ever have with anyone else. To take that leap of faith and see where it goes, all the while praying she doesn’t throw it back in my face.
Chapter 34
Emily
The moment Dominic buries his face between my legs and his mouth connects with my clit, my breath hitches. When he growls against my flesh in appreciation, I whimper.
I already knew he was skilful with his hands, but his mouth … holy crap. He doesn’t disappoint, devouring me like a starved man. This isn’t the first time someone has gone down on me, but I can already tell he’s going to ruin me by the end of this.
“Dominic,” I breathe, but it comes out more like a moan. My hands slide to his hair, my fingertips skimming over the buzzed cut. I like him with short hair. It suits him. It adds to that don’t-fuck-with-me scowl he wears like a badge. But right now, I wish the strands were longer, like they were when we first met, so I could tug on them. “Don’t stop.”
