We’re in a business arrangement this will complicate things.
His hand slides through the slit in my dress and up my thigh.
I feel myself melting.
It’s been forever since I let my guard down with a man.
Heck it’s been forever since I got loved on properly.
And it’s been forever since I got an orgasm from anything other than my battery-powered friend.
I can always blame the champagne later.
Fuck. I hate how Matteo and Lucia bet on this.
My panties are going to be coming off.
I start undoing the buttons on his shirt when a searing pain flashes through my core. I gasp.
Dominic’s strong hands push me back against the seat. “Easy, Amore. You forget you’re still injured.” He rips off his tie and throws it into the darkness. “You don’t want to tear any stitches.”
He rises from his seat and moves over me. Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me with urgency, claiming every inch of my mouth. Then his fingers slip down and around my back,loosening the corset. Breaking the kiss, he pulls the neckline down a bit exposing my breasts.
Cool air hardens my nipples, but then it’s replaced by the warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirls and I become a puddle in the leather seats as shots of pleasure run through me all the way down to my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
His lips leave my breast returning to my mouth. He kisses me like I’m the only air he wants to breathe.
“Relax, Cipi. Let me take care of you. You deserve a night out.”
He pushes my dress to my hips and his fingers hook around the waistband of my underwear.
Rising up slightly, I let him drag it down my thighs, over my knees, and around my ankles until they hit the floor.
I’m exposed from the waist down with my gown as the only covering.
Thank god it’s dark in here so I can’t see how wrong this is.
“For so many years I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs.
He slides lower and my legs part without a second thought. The slit in my dress falls open and he pushes the rest of the fabric to the side as he settles in between my thighs.
He pushes my knees wide. A rush of cold air swirls between my thighs only to be replaced by the heat of his mouth
“Dominic,” I moan.
Pleasure streaks through me like lightning.
Moving from my wet entrance, he parts my folds, and swirls his tongue over my clit.
I jolt and clutch the seat.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he murmurs in between licks. “I’ve missed those little gasps. I’ve missed the way you say my name. I’ve missed you.”
He sucks on my sensitive bud over and over, stealing my thoughts, and building spirals of pleasure within me.
“Yes,” I gasp.
