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My easy agreement seems to be enough to satisfy him that this really isn’t a trap and I’m not planning to pull the rug out from under him. He grabs the edge of the t-shirt and tugs it gently over my head. I haven’t worn a bra since I got here so my bare breasts greet him, nipples pointed thanks to the feel of him against me.
He groans his appreciation as he runs his thumbs over the peaks, feeling them pebble harder under his attentions. I arch my back out of pure instinct, pushing my breasts more firmly into his touch. I’m desperate for more. I feel hot and needy and so unlike myself that I wish there was a mirror nearby so I could double-check that I haven’t somehow body swapped with someone far more liberated than I am.
“Last chance to back out,” Dominic warns.
Looking at his eyes, I’m not actually sure I could back out now even if I wanted to. He looks completely gone, his eyes a little unfocused and hooded with lust. My silence seems enough of an answer for him because he gives me five seconds before he grabs me around the waist, takes three long strides, and tosses me down in the center of the bed.
He watches with rapt fascination as I bounce like a rag-doll. “I forget how small you really are under all that personality,” he muses, eyes roaming over me as he closes the distance and joins me on the bed.
His form covers mine easily—plus some. This is the first time I truly understand how much bigger than me he is. I feel completely caged in by him as he settles with his arms above my head, holding himself mere inches above me. He puts his mouth on my neck, gently sucking a path to where he would mark me. My eyes drift close, completely caught up in the moment.
A rumbling growl works its way up his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin and making goosebumps rise all over my body.
I’m mortified over how wet I already am for him until he palms me between the legs and growls his approval. The sound is so Alpha, so possessive, and this might be the one place where that’s actually a turn on instead of a pain in the ass. He slides the rough pad of his thumb across my clit, making me jerk on the bed. He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that leaves his chest and sends a bolt of lightning straight through my gut.
He’s surprisingly likable with his hand between my legs and mouth mostly shut. Imagine that.
He curls a finger against me, brushing my entrance as he leans in to kiss me, his tongue teasing my mouth until I open for him. I moan into his kiss, just as much from the feel of his mouth as from the way his finger deftly splits me open, sinking a couple sweet inches inside of me.
“You’re tight,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I’m a petite virgin, that shouldn’t surprise you,” I point out drily, turning my head slightly so he hopefully can’t see me roll my eyes. Men are completely senseless sometimes. I don’t need his commentary, I’m fully aware of how precious little space my body is giving him as he slowly starts to fuck me with a single finger.
He snorts out a laugh. “I like you,” he says simply, and then resumes kissing me. And I’m glad, becauseI like you toowas on the tip of my tongue, but gets swallowed up as he presses his tongue to mine, creating a slow, sensual dance between the two of us that only makes me writhe against him more.
He curls the finger inside of me, coaxing a long whimper from me that forces our kiss to break as I throw my head back against the pillow. He’s frighteningly good with his hand, his thumb stroking over my clit again so that my whimper turns into a full moan.
It’s all too easy for him, pulling pleasure out of me. Self-consciously, I start to reach between us, fumbling to return some of the favor. I wrap my fingers around the center of his cock, hesitating with the full awareness that I have no idea what I’m actually doing.
I stroke him lightly, testing the weight of him in my hand, and a sound escapes him that sounds more wolf than human. He grabs my wrist and squeezes hard enough that it startles me into letting go. “Fuck, Tess. Let’s save that for another time. I promise I’ll show you exactly what I like, but right now if you keep touching me with these soft hands, I’m going to end up coming on you instead of in you.
I blink up at him, my fingers twitching slightly at the thought of that promise. He makes it sound like a bad thing, but there’s a part of me that thinks I would really, really enjoy seeing him come undone like that.
“Tess, I’m serious,” he warns, clearly reading my face.
“Okay,” I agree begrudgingly. Only because, for once, I don’t feel like arguing with him.
Still, now that I’ve felt him, I’m starting to realize exactly how big he is. It was one thing getting an eyeful in the bathroom, it’s another thing entirely to actually wrap my hand around him and realize my fingers don’t touch.
“Dominic,” I whisper, horribly embarrassed to be saying these words aloud, “Is that actually going to fit?”
We both look between us at his hard dick jutting out proudly between his legs. He is big, not so massive that I’m running away terrified, but big enough that it’s a legitimate question. I am a very small person and that thing is… definitely not small.
Dominic pulls his finger out of me and raises it to his mouth to taste me on him. I shudder beneath him at the sight, making him smirk.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” he finally answers. He wraps his own hand around himself, covering a hell of a lot more of the length than I managed. I watch in rapt fascination as he slides the head of his dick across my clit the way he did with his thumb. The move causes my breath to catch in my throat.
Seeing him like this makes me think again about catching him jerking off. The way he couldn’t stop himself from coming when I interrupted. Surprise and pleasure mingling across his expression.
I let out a breathy little sound that makes him pause.
“Keep going,” I tell him. There’s no way I’m explaining to him right now how sexy I think it is to see him touching himself. The man’s ego is already too big for his own good.
Dominic adjusts himself so that he’s perfectly aligned with my body. He uses his knee to nudge my left leg further, giving him more room to settle between my legs. I have to bite back a feeling of self-consciousness over being so exposed to him.
“You look fucking beautiful like this,” he says in a tight voice—like he read my mind—as he manages to work the tip of his cock into me with quite a bit more effort than he needed for his finger. I feel full as my body tries to stretch for him; it’s not so bad like this. Butthisis only the very beginning. I can still glance down and see a hell of a lot of dick left to go.
I look at his face instead, admiring the symmetry of his features. How did I forget how handsome he is? That light brush of stubble on his face is so attractive it makes my chest ache. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time all over again, minus the collision this time.
