Dominic stops, then a breath rushes out between his teeth. “G
od, you’re hot.” It’s like a prayer. He runs a callused palm down my side, caressing my waist, then tracing the curve of my hips. My heart hammers as his breathing grows shallow.
Impatient, I tug his shirt up. “Take off your clothes, then bedroom. No…bedroom, then take off your clothes.”
His strong hands cupping my ass, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. It doesn’t take more than a few steps, since the whole place is rather cozy.
The room is decorated in green and gray—very masculine and single guy-ish. He deposits me on the mattress, then strips in the blink of an eye, his clothes landing in a heap behind him.
I appreciate the hard beauty of his body, not an ounce of fat on the sharply honed planes. Dark hair sprinkles his chest. His ridged abs have a happy trail that travels below to a deliciously erect cock. I smack my lips at the sight. The thick, hard shaft is covered with veins that stand out, and it ends in a plum-shaped head glistening with a drop of clear liquid. It’s fascinating and intriguing.
I lift my gaze. “I like every inch of you,” I say with a small smile.
“Likewise.”
I reach behind and undo the hooks holding my bra together. It falls, whisper soft, and I toss it over one of his broad shoulders, so it can join his clothes.
He comes forward on the bed, his mouth on mine.
Unlike what I expected, he’s surprisingly patient, stroking the sensitive skin behind my ears, at my nape and around my collarbones. His lips follow where his fingers have been, making me tingle all over.
He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over a hard, pointed nipple. I gasp at the sensation. It’s totally different from when I touch it myself. His hand is callused, rougher and hotter. And his mouth…
My God.
It’s the first time I’ve had my nipple sucked, and it is sensational, the wet heat of his mouth making my spine arch with bliss. His teeth nip me a little, and it feels like my entire body’s on fire.
My fingers tangle in the sheet as he does the same thing to my other breast. I’m so wet, I’m pretty certain I’m making a mess of his bed already.
“So responsive, so fucking hot,” he whispers over the nipple. His soft breath sends delicious shivers that end between my legs.
He isn’t done with the foreplay, though. His hands stroke every inch of my legs, starting from my ankles without bothering to take my heels off. His lips and tongue trail closely behind, heating my blood.
I say things—mindless things I don’t quite understand. Keep going, kiss me, love me, touch me. My body adores his caresses, craves them.
When he spreads my legs and looks at the wet flesh between them, I’m too far gone to feel embarrassed. His roughening breathing tells me he loves what he sees.
“You’re soaked,” he says, his voice guttural with lust.
“I know. Hurry.” I put my hands on his wrists, assuming he’ll push inside.
Instead, he dips his head and runs the flat of his tongue along my wetness. Need jolts through me like lightning; air sticks in my lungs like thick syrup. He licks and sucks, his clever tongue relentless. His thumb finds my opening, dipping inside briefly and driving me wild. It feels so good, but it isn’t enough. He pulls my clit in his mouth while pushing a finger inside me.
A mouth down there feels so different from what I imagined. It’s wicked hot and dirty and mind-blowing. I can’t help but lift my hips toward him, and he growls his approval. His finger’s thick, rough, nothing like my slender ones. He pushes another one into me, stretching me. I gasp at how full I feel, how every nerve ending in my body is coming alive.
“You’re really tight,” he rasps before returning to my clit.
A few licks later, an unbearable pleasure spirals in my body. My back arched, my legs spread wide, I come harder than I ever have, the bliss Dominic’s giving me nothing like what I can elicit with my own hands.
But before my breathing can return to its normal tempo, he pushes me again, his face buried between my thighs. Another climax shoots through me, and I sob, my fingers digging into his hair. When he doesn’t stop, I beg, crying pleasure-slurred words. I can’t decide if I’m trying to pull him closer or push him away as waves of euphoria sweep through me, one after another. He’s harder on me than I’ve ever been on myself, wringing more climaxes out of me than I thought possible. After what has to be my fourth—or fifth?—orgasm, I think I’m finished, but then he pushes another finger into me, and my spine bends as another mind-destroying volcano of bliss erupts through me.
I vaguely hear something tear. He moves up, kissing me deeply. His lips taste slightly salty and slick, and I clutch his shoulders, then thread my fingers into his sweat-damp hair.
His dick probes at my opening, and I moan softly, urging him on. I want him to share the pleasure I’ve felt, am still feeling. His mouth fused over mine, he drives inside, and my soft gasp of pain is lost in the kiss.
He’s impossibly thick and big inside me. It’s nothing like his fingers. His cock pulses, and my tightly stretched pussy throbs in response.
“Liza… Is this…your first time?” he asks in a strained voice.