Ah, my angel—not even an army of Lucifers could pull me away from you now.
I work my way back up, making sure my chest grazes her nipples along the way. The sunbed’s a bit too narrow for what I want, but I can make do.
“Spread your legs and hold your knees. I want you totally open to me.”
Her eyes sparkling with excitement, she obeys instantly.
Her glistening, wet pussy is gorgeous under the sun. Every inch of her is so stunning, it takes my breath away.
I bump the head of my cock against her clit a few times, drawing erotic gasps from her. Then, very slowly and deliberately, I push inside, giving her time to get used to the length and girth.
She’s so damn snug. A bolt of lust slams into me when she clenches.
“Make it filthy and fast,” she demands.
And I do, because there’s no way I can deny her anything when she looks at me like that, her eyes dark with desire.
She feels fucking amazing—heaven and home and all that’s wonderful and worth living for. My hips piston, and I drive into her hard, just like she wants, making sure to angle my pelvis so I grind against her clit for that added stimulation she needs to make this extra incredible for her.
Feral cries tear from her, and she writhes and bucks against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Wanting her to lose herself in an orgasm, I kiss her deeply then pinch and tug at her nipple.
“Oh my God… Dominic!”
Her muscles spasm around my cock, and she squeezes her eyes shut, her head thrown back and her mouth open in a keening cry. I keep up the pace, making it last as long as possible for her. Then I can’t wait anymore. It’s been so long.
A couple more thrusts, and I feel my own climax sizzling at the base of my spine and spreading to my balls and dick. I pull out and come all over her belly, white semen roping out like I hadn’t jerked off last night. Pleasure bursts like a bomb, and I feel like I’m going to black out.
I hold her and wait for our breathing to settle. After a little while I climb off, searching for a clean napkin in our cooler box. But before I can find one, Liza looks at the white liquid on her stomach, dips a finger into it and swirls it over her skin, like she’s marking herself as mine.
Lust slams into me like a crashing wave, and my cock’s instantly hard again. Fuck the napkin. I circle her wrists with my hands and push them above her head, then claim her mouth in another carnal kiss.
Need to make sure the dick imprint stays.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Elizabeth
I shower while Dominic makes dinner. I told him I would help, but he insisted he was okay.
Maybe he’s right. I’ve never been much of a cook. My family always had a live-in housekeeper who took care of the meals, and if we didn’t feel like eating in, we ate out. And we avoided family dinners as much as possible because it meant eating with our parents. The only time I ever looked forward to a family dinner was when my brothers and I were in Tuscany with our grandfather.
I place a hand over my belly as water sluices down my skin. I wish Dominic had lost control inside me. Then I could’ve gotten pregnant…had a child of my own.
I always wanted a child to show the world to. Unlike my mother, who had three because she felt it was the appropriate thing to do, I want to love and nurture mine…so it can become someone greater and more wonderful than the sum of me and the father. I work tirelessly because I want my child to see beauty, wonder and peace. I long for a world without conflict and full of love and compassion.
If Dominic had gotten me pregnant, I could’ve had a child who looked just like him. Then I could’ve always had part of him with me.
But he’s always so careful, even as he chases his pleasure, while making sure I do the same. He doesn’t hold back his response, letting me know how much he loves being with me, above me, inside me, behind me.
You still haven’t told him the truth.
After dinner. After dinner, I will.
Shower finished, I leave my hair damp and hanging loose over my shoulders, then put on a teal dress with small, cute buttons in the back. The trick is to button them backside front, then turn the dress around and tighten the area below the breasts by pulling at the laces. It’s a little finicky, but I love the intricate design in the lumbar. I don’t bother with shoes, enjoying the cool floor against the soles of my feet as I make my way downstairs.
I sniff. “Whatever you’ve got cooking there smells incredible.”
“Angel hair pasta with seafood and tomato sauce. It’s my secret recipe.”