I begin to pant unable to get any friction between my thighs. His voice is dripping with so much desire I feel like I might come just from listening to him. I don’t dare interrupt him.
“Since that night I’ve wanted to taste you.” At this, my eyes close and I let out the smallest of moans.
“Lean back, Celeste.” His voice is soft but commanding. I do as he says, and arch my back.
“Like this?” I ask, never denying myself the praise that I crave, especially from Dominic. I could listen to his approval all damn day.
“Yes, baby, just like that.”
His fingertips skim the hem of my dress again, teasing me to no end.
“Please,” I manage to pant out. “Taste me.”
His gaze darkens and he immediately hikes my dress up to my waist, exposing my black lacy thong completely. I almost squeak out in surprise as I feel his tongue lick up my inner thigh stopping right before I need him to. A needy whimper escapes me and he chuckles, the heat of his laugh heating my inner thigh. His tongue traces the same route on the inside of my other thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I inhale as he reaches the apex of my thighs again. Again, he pulls away.
“Dominic,” I grumble, to which he laughs, again.I’m bathed in frustration.
“Patience. I want to take my time worshiping you.” His deep voice blows cool air against me, sending shivers down my spine and my toes curling in my boots. I feel his fingers trace the lace pattern of my thong and I’m a needy, writhing thing, arching into his touch. He leisurely pulls my thong to the side, exposing myself entirely to him. I feel his exhale and I can’t help my hand from fisting in his hair, my other hand gripping the ladderwith impatience. His finger traces me gently, finding me wet and wanting.
“You’re soaking wet for me. Fuck. Celeste, you’re so beautiful when you’re turned on.”
I groan louder this time as he slides one finger through my folds then gently pushes inside me. I need more though. Dominic must read my mind because he slowly adds a second finger making my walls clench around the fullness. He begins slowly working his fingers in and out of me and I begin mumbling nonsensically. Words like “please” and “now” seem to be the only intelligible things I can manage to get out. My breath comes in faster pants as he curls his fingers inside of me. Heat builds inside my core, pooling in my low belly. Right as I feel like I might tip over the edge he pulls his fingers free of me. Cold air hits me, leaving me wet, aching, and empty.
“Dom—” I begin to yell, utterly ready to start a fight over withholding this from me, when suddenly his warm mouth is upon me and I gasp in pleasure. Both of my hands are in his hair as Dominic kneels before me, his stubble creating the most delicious friction while his tongue runs circles against that bundle of nerves, working breathy moans from me. Almost immediately he builds me right back to the point of ecstasy, this time however, he lets me fall. He slides in one finger and my rising climax hits me like a tsunami. I cry out as I see stars, riding out the waves of pleasure. I come back down to earth and feel soft kisses being pressed into my inner thighs as Dominic slides my thong back into place and gently glides my dress back over my hips as he places each foot back on solid ground. I’m still trying to regain a regular breathing pattern when his hands brace my hips. The light stubble of his facial hair tickles my jaw as he peppers me with kisses and I taste myself on him.
“Hoot?” He asks softly, his arms snaking around my middle.
“Mm?” I get out, my eyes still closed, enjoying the tenderness of his embrace.
“You taste exquisite,” he whispers in my ear and goosebumps radiate down every limb as I preen in his arms. I can feel my skin flushed, my ponytail disheveled, and my dress wrinkled in the sweaty carnage, but he looks at me with so much adoration it steals the breath from my lungs.
“Can I return the favour?” I ask, an eyebrow raised in suggestion. His eyes close in amusement.
“It’s no favour. I want you to know that this isn’t just lust or a one-time thing. I want you for as long as you’ll have me. I want to worship you in every way, every position, every damn day.” His words hold a weight in them that leave me speechless and, what I’m sure is the goofiest grin, splits across my face. A blush coats my cheeks as a second round of arousal pools in my belly.
“Okay, well with that declaration, can I worship you now?” I sound needy and I know it, Dominic knows it, and likes it, if the glint in his eyes means anything. He wets his lips and inhales deeply.
“Anything you want, I’m here to help you achieve. If that means I get pleasure out of it?” He pulls a face and throws a hand up in the air to say,who, little ol’ me?
I can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me.
“But seriously, we can go back to my place if you want more alone time. I didn’t tell the manager I’d be here this late so I’m hoping she doesn’t show up.” His admission makes my mouth pop open in surprise.
“Dominic! What if she had come in while we were doing…that?”I ask.
“What, eating dinner?” His eyebrow arches and I can’t contain the bark of a laugh that spills out of me.
“You damn well know what I’m talking about. Yes, let’s go back to your place, please.” I say, untangling myself from him.“We can’t just leave this food here though,” I state, hands on my hips staring at the beautiful display he put together for us and thinking of ways to eat as much of this as possible so as not to let it go to waste.
“Well not to ruin the magic of this evening but,” he starts, reaching under the white linen tablecloth and pulling out several Tupperware containers. I bite my lips to hold in my smile. If anything this only makes his appreciation for food that much cuter. He holds them up sheepishly, “I have a thing about wasting food.”
I click my tongue. “It’s damn near blasphemous,” I agree, helping scoop the leftovers into the containers, every few scoops taking another bite for myself. Dominic takes bites here and there as well, having both worked up an appetite and not having eaten much before becoming…distracted.
We carry the containers over to the coffee counter where he has a few bags waiting. He pulls out a couple small remote controls, pressing the circular red buttons on each one. The lights of every candle snuff out. My mouth is open in shock as he plunges us in complete darkness. I hear him step behind us somewhere as he flips a switch and the overhead lights of the coffee bar spark to life.
“Ahh, magic,” I breathe, slightly in awe, but also amusement.
“Ahh, infrared remote control flame-less candles,” he mocks, coming to my side and throwing an arm around my shoulder, the bag of our leftovers held in his other hand. “You didn’t think I’d light dozens of real candles in a bookshop, did you?” he asks in disbelief before gently kissing my temple, leading us to the front door.
