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It happens fast.
Dominic has clearly been here before because he guides me to the back section of the lounge where the private showers are. He takes my hand and pulls me inside, immediately moving in to crash his lips against mine, his demanding tongue sweeping over mine like it’s new land to claim.
I’m rigid and awkward at first. This is all so new, after all. I’ve only kissed one other person before, and it turns out he’s a cheating douchebag. Kissing Dominic is like trying a new cocktail. The taste, the feel, the tingling sensation he leaves on my lips—it’s all exciting and new and requires a bit of adjustment.
“Relax, Marina,” he says, loosening his tie as he speaks.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit, thirstily helping him with the top buttons of his shirt.
Dominic pauses, pulling away a few inches. A soft whine escapes me at the sudden lack of warmth. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop at any time.”
“I’m sure,” I rasp, tugging at his belt greedily. “I’m just letting you know I don’t… have a lot of experience, that’s all.”
“With quickies?”
I roll my eyes. “Sex in general. I’ve only been with—”
“The cheating scumbag?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, dolcezza. He was just a boy. I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”
I shiver, my knees practically jelly. The wet heat between my legs is starting to grow unbearable. “Then what are you waiting for?” I mutter against his mouth.
It’s all the permission he needs. Dominic circles me in his arms and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his hips instinctively, clinging to him as his lips slot together with mine. His kisses are rougher, but I like it infinitely better this way. He’s rough and demanding, proof that he wants not just my mouth, but the very air I’m trying to breathe. It’s all-consuming and wonderfully dizzying.
Dominic carries me into the shower stall, the polished tiles cool to the touch. His big hands are surprisingly deft, peeling my clothes off piece by piece with amazing fluidity. I don’t even have time to feel awkward about it—because on some level thisshouldbe awkward. God knows it was the first time Corey and I had sex. Back then, I’d been self-conscious and unsure with no idea what I was supposed to do.
But Dominic leaves no time for doubt. He looks at me like he’s ready to devour, pressing hard kisses against my throat, down to my chest, squeezing my breasts while teasing my pebbling nipples with his teeth. He sucks marks against my breasts, a hand slipping between my legs to gather up the slick heat there. A heady groan rips itself from my lungs when his fingers slide over my folds.
“Hurry up,” I rasp. “Shouldn’t you be naked by now?”
Dominic rises to full height, peering down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “It’s called foreplay, dolcezza. Ever heard of it?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Honestly? Corey didn’t usually—”
“Don’t say his name.”
Swallowing, I nod. I don’t even want to think about him right now. “Myexdidn’t usually bother with that stuff.”
“Stuff,” Dominic grumbles derisively. “Dear God, you were really going to marry the man?”
“I didn’t know better.”
“Now you do.”
He brushes the pad of his thumb over my sensitive clit, sending sparks flying through my body. Pleasure ebbs and flows through every fiber of my being, punctuated with his kisses and caresses. I claw at his shirt, eager to see him naked and equally exposed. The hard press of his cock against my thigh thrills me, hard and hot and doing its best to escape the confines of his pants.
He works me over with his fingers, teasing me until I’m on the edge of insanity, so consumed by pleasure I can’t help but scream against his shoulder as I crash into my climax. I accidentally bump the shower knob, turning on the high-pressure spray. We’re drenched through in seconds, steam filling the already hot space.
“I’m sorry,” I half-laugh. It’s hard to feel genuinely bad now that his shirt is transparent, revealing the mosaic of dark tattoos beneath the white fabric.
Dominic doesn’t seem too upset. “That’s fine. I’ll just buy a new suit.”
He finally—finally—shrugs off his shirt while I reach between us and make quick work of his belt. Hooking my fingers over the waistband of his pants, I push down and marvel at the sheer size of him.
Good God, the man’s massive. His cock springs free, hard and standing at attention. Corey doesn’t even compare. I know it’s not the size of one’s tool that matters, but how you use it—and I’m starting to get the sense that Dominic has both.
