“Don’t…stop…!”
The moment she begs, I intensify my pace. The pad of my thumb rubs against her, my fingers teasing the opening of her slick, quivering pussy.
She pants, rocking against my hand. “God, that feels so good, but…”
“But what?” I kiss the side of her sweat-misted neck. “Tell me.”
“I’m so empty.”
My cock swells even bigger, twitching with urgency.
Quit it. This isn’t about me. This is about her.
I push two fingers inside her. They glide in easily into her wet vagina. She cries out.
“Dominic!”
“Do you want more?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I glide one more finger inside her. She’s so damn snug and hot. Her inner muscles clench around my fingers, and it’s all I can do to hold on to control.
I drive my fingers in and out, while stimulating her clit. The start of a climax twists her face, leaving it so vulnerable and open. Her muscles tighten around me, then I feel the spasm as the impossibly coiled tension inside her breaks.
She screams, rocking mindlessly against me, chasing her orgasm. Her hands clutch my shoulders, and tears bead in the corners of her squeezed-shut eyes.
She’s glorious in climax. My dick’s so hard, I feel like I could build a whole damn house with it. Even then, I realize this wasn’t all about her.
I got to watch her lose herself in pleasure I gave her. And that high was better than the one I got from making my first million.
Chapter Nineteen
Elizabeth
We finish our lunch. Dominic didn’t try to take his pleasure in any way. I want to say something, but I’m not sure exactly what. There’s no manual for stuff like this, and I don’t want to blurt something out that could make things worse.
Is the stuff he said about the injury true? I don’t know what could possibly make a man unable to do it even when he’s hard, but I’m not that knowledgeable about how guy stuff works.
Suddenly guilt knots my belly. Maybe all I did by kissing him was frustrate him. I know it isn’t pleasant to have a hard-on with no relief. Can you die from blue balls? I wish I could Google it, but I don’t know if I can trust what’s on the Internet.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, then sucks down the last of the smoothie.
“Just…” I pull my lips in, giving myself a moment to think. This isn’t the kind of topic I can broach without some delicacy. “Um. Nothing, really. You have a magic hand.” I scowl. Not the greatest line. Of course he has magical hands. But bringing them up will only remind him he didn’t get any.
Instead of looking peeved he didn’t get an orgasm, he gives me a cocky grin. “Golden hands.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Want some more golden magic?”
“No, thank you,” I say primly. “I… I don’t know if I want to, if you aren’t going to enjoy it.”
He tilts his head. “What made you think that?”
“You didn’t get to…you know.” I gesture in the general direction of his pants.
“So?”
“Um. Don’t you want to?”
“Don’t get me wrong. Having an orgasm’s great, but making you come is even better.”