I hear the sound he makes when his fingers slip between my thighs. I choke on a moan, biting down on my lip. I glance back at him, eyes half-lidded. He leans in, chest flush against my back, and gives me a slow kiss. My lips part on instinct and I feel the tip of his wet tongue glide against mine before he abruptly pulls away.
“Should I check how much you liked it?”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, thighs trembling. He gives a wolfish grin and slides my panties to the side. I immediately feel the air hit my pussy.
“Fuck, look at this,” he groans. “All because I put you in your place.” He runs a finger down my slit, spreading my arousal.
I gasp, heat flooding my cheeks and pleasure flooding everywhere else. I should be embarrassed. I should feel dirty. Instead, I feel alive.
His finger leaves me and I hear a low, heavy thud behind me. I glance over my shoulder, confused. My heart leaps to my throat. Dom is on his knees. His darkeyes are locked between my thighs with hunger as he holds my legs apart.
“What are you—” I try to ask, but I barely get the words out. His hands clamp harder on my thighs. He yanks me back toward him, right onto his face.
“Oh my God!” My hands fly to the counter as his mouth drags over me, wet and hungry. His tongue licks a stripe straight up my center, and I nearly collapse.
He groans into me and the vibrations send another shockwave. Almost my entire weight is on his face now, my legs unable to hold me upright.
“Dom!” I gasp, eyes rolling back.
He tightens his grip, pulling me lower, closer, until I’m sitting on his face, like he’s another barstool in this kitchen. My knees shake, arms trembling to hold myself up. His mouth moves like a man starved, tongue circling my clit before dropping lower, stubble scraping just enough to drive me crazy.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Dom, I…”
He groans into me and lifts me just enough to take a breath. “Look at you,” he murmurs darkly. “Making a mess all over my fucking face.”
He sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue across it.
“God!” I choke out.
His hands spread me wide, holding me open while he flicks his tongue exactly where I need it. Over and over, relentless and wicked, until I’m shaking so hard I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
“That’s it.” His voice is like gravel as his tongue brings me closer. “Be a good fucking girl and come on my face.”
I already feel the tight ball in my core, ready to explode. When his hand lands on my ass again with his tongue assaulting my clit, I shatter.
My mouth opens in a silent scream that seems to last forever before I finally suck in air and release it as a cry that rips from my throat.
Heat explodes through me. He keeps going, as if devouring my pleasure.
I’m still trembling when he pulls his mouth away. I barely have time to breathe before his hands are on my waist again, hauling me upright.
My legs wobble but he keeps me steady, slowly rising back to his full, intimidating height. His handslides up to my face and with a gentle squeeze of my cheeks, my lips part for him.
“Taste it,” he whispers before bending down to kiss my open mouth, tongue sliding deep inside. And taste it — me, all over his wet lips and slick tongue.
My eyes flutter shut as a whiny sound slips out. He growls into the kiss, bites my bottom lip, then pulls back.
“I like you on your knees,” I murmur, craning my neck to look up at him.
“Do you now?”
I nod, still dazed.
“You can have me on my knees anytime,” he adds. “Anywhere.”
He turns me back against the counter and nudges my legs apart. I hear the low zip of his fly, when I look, my breath catches. He’s behind me, his hard cock in hand, dragging his fist slowly from base to tip, eyes locked on mine. Watching him touch himself steals my breath, and I let out an absentminded moan.
My head drops to the cool marble, and his hand threads through my hair. He grips at the base and lifts my chin until my gaze meets the floor-to-ceilingwindows across the living room. It’s dark outside, but inside my reflection is sharp: me bent over, Dom towering behind, his cock pressed to the sensitive flesh of my ass.
