My mouth salivates as I take in the scraps of black lace left behind. Her delicate underwear is clinging to her in all the right places, making it impossible to look away.
She’s perfection, and fuck me, I’m in deep. Deeper than I’ve ever allowed myself to get before.
My first thought is to scoop her up and carry her straight to my bedroom, but I can’t wait that long. I’ve been pining for this for over three fucking years, and I need to break through this barrier I’ve built between us before I chicken out again.
I decided the second I called Romeo earlier, that I was all fucking in, and I am. I’m going to grab hold of this woman and keep her for as long as she’ll have me. I can only hope that’s forever, because I couldn’t deal with anything less.
“Turn around,” I command, but it comes out more like a growl.
My hands flex at my sides as I watch her obey. There are so many things I’ve dreamed of doing to her that I don’t even know where to start.
“Cupcake,” I breathe as I reach out to greedily palm her exposed arse cheeks. What I really want to do is lean down and bite them, but after the marks I inadvertently left on her yesterday, I don’t trust myself.
The thong she’s wearing has a tiny bow at the top, right by her tailbone, and damn, she’s red hot.
“Dominic,” she whimpers, tilting her head back so far her long golden locks brush against my hand, sending a shiver straight through me.
My hands move to her hips, and the tips of my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I guide her forward until we reach the edge of the sofa.
“Bend over for me,mia tortina.”
A growl rumbles in the back of my throat the second she obeys. Every instinct screams at me to pull out my phone and capture this, to obsess over it like I do her, but I somehow hold back.
This is just the beginning of us, and I need to lead her into my depravity gently. I can’t scare her off before things have even started.
My eyes are focused on her arse, and before I can think it through, my palm slaps against her skin.
“Ouch,” she squeaks, and for a second I think I’ve fucked up, but when she glances at me over her shoulder and smiles, I know I haven’t.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, cupcake,” I say, leaning forward to run my flattened tongue along the length of her spine.
“So bad,” she pants.
“Should I smack that sweet arse again?”
“P-please.”
Jesus, fuck, this woman.
I reach down and squeeze my cock in an attempt to relieve the ache, while my other hand cuts through the air and lands against her skin again.
The sound is sharp, echoing through the still house. Her cheek is flushed from my touch, and unlike last night, the sight of it doesn’t turn my stomach. She explicitly said she wants this.
I rub the affected area before my fingers delve under the elastic of her underwear. As soon as I feel how wet she is for me, I know without a doubt my dirty girl likes to be spanked.
She widens her stance, arches her back, and pushes her arse into my touch the second I sink a digit knuckle deep inside her warm, snug cunt.
“D-Dominic,” she moans as she bucks her hips, fucking my finger. I almost blow my load here and now.
I continue working her over as my other hand fists her long hair, tugging back her head. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, right here,mia tortina. And when I’m done, I’m going to take you to my bed and worship every delicious inch of you.”
“God, yes,” she breathes.
I want to tear off my clothes and press my bare skin to hers, but there’s no time for that.
I shove my hand into my pocket, retrieve my wallet, pluck out a condom, and grip the foil packet between my teeth.
Dropping my wallet to the floor, my fingers fumble as I reach for the waistband of my trousers and pop the button.
