My body is on fire at her forcefulness. My hand twists in her long, silken hair and tugs it back, leaving her slender throat vulnerable. Her pulse flutters erratically. I feel the wild beating of her heart and know mine’s matching hers, thump by thump.
I feast greedily on her neck—that golden, sun-kissed expanse of delicious flesh—and flick my tongue across the point where her pulse throbs.
A throaty moan.
She’s so alive, so warm, so wonderful.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I thank fate over and over again between kisses. The odds were so, so long—we shouldn’t even have met, much less ended up together.
A hand at her back, I work my way down, licking, nipping, sucking and kissing every inch of her lean, gorgeous torso. One tremor after another runs through her, interspersed with lusty little gasps and sharp intakes of air. I place my index finger at the very tip of a pointed nipple and lightly move it side to side, stimulating it with just enough pressure to drive her insane. Her nipple beads harder, and I watch it like it’s the hottest and most mesmerizing natural phenomena ever.
“Dominic, please—” A gasp cuts off her plea as I pinch her nipple between my thumb and middle finger. She presses her breast into my hand.
Not quite enough. I want her to seek her pleasure shamelessly, use me to make herself feel awesome. Whatever turns her on turns me on; whatever she likes, I like.
“Oh my God…” Her back arches. “Just suck it.”
I laugh low and dark at her brazen demand. To reward her, I pull as much of her breast as I can into my mouth.
“Dominic!” Her fingers drive into my hair, holding on tight.
I want to do more, but the position I’m in is a bit awkward. I maneuver her back until her hamstrings hit the edge of the mattress. “On your back.”
“Yes,” she whispers, and lies down.
Her heated gaze on mine, she spreads her thighs wide apart, creating the most indecently erotic scene I’ve ever seen in my life. Her pink flesh is already slick and flushed.
Since I can’t bear to leave the other breast neglected, I suck its tip, trapping it between the roof my mouth and tongue, while my fingers trail down her belly. She bows her back, pushing her tit into my mouth. I give it a long, hard suck before starting to let it glide out. When only the very tip of her nipple’s between my lips, I give it a light nip. She shudders like she just got electrocuted.
“God, you’re killing me,” she says in a pant.
“No, Liza. I’m loving you. And I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
Her face flushes two shades redder. I smirk as I bury my face between her legs. It’s always such a rush to go down on her—and revel in her slick texture, honeyed taste and the tremors that start so minutely…then grow as she bucks against me. Since I can’t talk to persuade her to use me, I sweet-tongue her instead, thrusting in, then dragging the flat of my tongue up to her clit, repeating the actions until she writhes and begs.
“Yes, yes, yes—harder, more—God!”
When I withhold, she tunnels her fingers into my hair and rocks against my face. My blood turns to molten lava. She’s never been this free with my body, this blatant about her needs.
She climaxes, her pussy and clit pulsing against my face. Fuck, I love this.
I love her…and I can’t wait anymore. I position myself and push forward inch by inch. I was inside her just hours ago, but this feels different. More vulnerable, but at the same time more powerful.
I love you.
Saying those three words out loud, confirming what’s in our hearts, elevates this from great sex to something transcendent. I feel utterly exposed, but instead of panic, I feel strong, at peace. She lifts me up, making me whole.
“I love you,” I tell her, because she deserves to hear the words again—to share the completeness I feel.
“I love you too,” she whispers back, a tear streaking down from a corner of her eye as she gifts me with a radiant smile.
I move against her, pushing her toward another climax as I chase mine. She’s so slick and sensitive, it takes almost no time before she convulses around me.
I keep going, helping her ride the orgasm as long as she can, ignoring the sizzling sensation gathering at the base of my spine and balls.
She clutches my shoulders, locks her legs around me. “Don’t pull out.”