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I can't hold back my emotions and my moaning gets louder. Just when I think I'm about to climax, he stops and starts kissing me again. I let out a reluctant whimper as I'm forced to hold everything back, but it's so worth it though when he's on top of me and his erection slides easily into me.
My tits bounce with each thrust until he cups one in hand and teases my nipple while he drives his cock inside me. I try my best to hold on, but in what feels like seconds, I'm already cumming.
He keeps thrusting and I wrap my arms around him. Pleasure is already building again and I greedily buck against him for more. I wrap my arms tightly around him and he drives into me faster, his breathing growing ragged.
“Cum with me,” I plead, urging him on.
He looks at me, those dark eyes slicing right through me, and that eye contact is all it takes to tip me over the edge. I spiral into blissful oblivion and hear his groaning as he joins me in climax.
Afterwards I fall loosely back into the pillows, limp and sated. He tosses the condom before settling into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead tenderly.
I know I should say something, but the exhaustion creeping in is stronger than I am, the comfort of his embrace too soothing. I find myself drifting quickly into peaceful blackness.
Chapter 19 - Juliette
The sunlight blazes beautifully through the curtains, stirring me with the brightness and heat. It seems like it’s still relatively early. Maybe 7 or 8. Could be 9. I don't know, but I don’t think I’ve slept this well in a very long time.
I sit up and stretch, my body feeling sore and tired. I smile as I remember what made it feel that way. I'm naked in my bed. I go to pull the blankets around me, I reach over and feel someone. I turn and am shocked to see that Dom is still here with me. He’s asleep with the blankets around his waist.
He looks even more dreamy when he is asleep. I didn't think that was possible. Maybe this can be the start of something between us?
I mean, I don't want to get my hopes up but it must mean something, the fact that he stayed the night. He's already made it clear he doesn't like to do stuff like that.
Although I imagine after last time, he probably didn’t want to just ghost me again.
I ignore those negative thoughts, however, and simply watch him for as long as I can. This is the happiest I have ever felt, more than our other dates. This one feels…real. Like the start of something. I really want to think that it is, but I don't know for sure.
I'm so touched and happy that he stayed. I knew the night was going to be a good one. We had a rocky start during dinner, but after that it was beyond pleasant. My cheeks flush as I think about our night together.
I hope it's not foolish of me to get attached to him so fast, but I can't help it. It's like each time we’re together, I feel complete. Like a new person. Or maybe….maybe like my real self. It’s like I’m finally waking up after being asleep for the last year and a half.
I hope that him spending the night is the start of him feeling something as well. It's hard to tell, though, because his mood always seems to change. Almost like he’s afraid to commit, or maybe just doesn't want to. I know his past and his childhood probably has a lot to do with that.
I sigh, I don't want to get too deep into my thoughts and ruin this moment. So instead and gently touch his cheek. He moves but doesn't wake up. His skin is soft and smooth. No stubble. He must have shaved for our date.
Today is going to be a wonderful day because I am here with him. A silly thought I know, but that's how I feel at this moment. I can't get this happiness out of my heart.
I'm just about to snuggle back under the blankets with him when I hear the buzzing of the phone. I get up and grab my purse off the floor, but when I dig my phone out, it's not mine. That's odd, what other phone could be ringing? I look around the room to try and find out.
In the middle of the floor is another cell phone, the latest and greatest model smartphone, and I realize it must be Dom’s. I guess it must have fallen out of a pocket in the chaos last night.
I look at him, he is sound asleep. I hesitate, wondering if I should, then pick up the phone. There's no harm in it, I’ll just say he’s unavailable. I click the button to answer it and before I can say a word the person in the other end of the line starts yelling. I'm shocked to hear the angry flood of words:
