“Uh! Uh!” I couldn’t talk any more, reduced to grunts, pants, whines of need.
“Come, baby.” He spanked me one last time, a hard slap to my rear, and this time it pushed my clit into his hard cock. I ground down into it and felt release, pure release, coming and quivering and gushing onto his cock. Coming for him like his good girl. And then nearly blacking out.
The hot splash of his come hitting my ass roused me and I groaned, wishing it were inside me again, but loving the feel of his release, the sounds he made of climax.
“Good girl, good,” He stroked me as he untied my wrists and slid me up off the pillows, along the comforter, to rest along his body. “You come so pretty for me.” I fell asleep again, right then, on his massive chest, a deep pleasure unfurled through my body and mind.
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Dom and I spent the day sleeping and eating together. Then he swam and I lounged. I was getting enough of a workout from him alone.
It felt like we were the only two people in the world, and I loved it that way. Of course I didn’t like the looming danger outside, but it felt so far away, like it could never touch us. I had such complete faith in Dom. He knew what he was doing. He knew the right people, and I firmly believed he would do whatever needed to be done to keep me and my family safe.
As much as I wanted the proverbial coast to clear, to get the “it’s all over” signal, I didn’t want what we had to end. It was almost as if we existed out of time, creating our own separate existence in a parallel universe. We certainly didn’t keep regular hours, instead letting our bodies dictate when we needed to sleep and that turned out to have not so much to do with the path of the sun. We’d needed each other in darkness, keeping us wide awake, and we’d slept in the full, broad mid-day sun until our needs awoke us yet again.
We’d only been at the house five days, but it felt like I’d finally found what I’d always needed, my true home. I never wanted to be away from Dom ever again.
He never talked about the future, and sometimes it seemed as if he still saw a huge gulf between our worlds. I didn’t know what he did in the military, but soldiers still managed to have girlfriends. Wives. Families. I wanted all of that with him. It was all I’d ever wanted.
At night, maybe around ten or eleven, we made our way into the kitchen to heat up a frozen pizza. Nothing fancy about it, but it tasted divine, salty and chewy and delicious. I’m sure it had something to do with being starving.
“You’re hungry,” he observed, kissing a smear of sauce off my cheek. I sat on his lap, wearing just his T-shirt, no panties. He didn’t like me all covered up, and I loved what he did with me when I was naked. It was a win-win.
“It’s all the orgasms,” I informed him, not joking in the least.
“Mmm, I have more planned.” He pressed me to him and I could feel his amazing cock, pressing hard against my ass. How did he do it? I’d heard all sorts of complaints from friends, mostly along the lines of their boyfriend either not lasting long enough or not knowing what to do to get them off. Dom didn’t have a problem with that in the least. I craved his cock, reaching for it while I slept, purring with satisfaction when I felt it thick against me.
I thrilled at his dominance, but a spark lit inside of me, giving me a bold idea. Reaching for the end of the T-shirt I wore, I pulled it up and over my head. Then I turned to straddle him on the kitchen chair, reaching up to caress his cheek, rough with stubble. I loved how it felt against me, leaving my skin pink where he rubbed against it. Everything about him was so masculine.
“Dom?” I kissed his chest, licking his muscles, pressing against the bulge in his shorts. “I want you again.” I reached down, sneaking my way under his elastic waistband, circling my palm around his cock. He felt so warm and heavy and hard in my hand that I sighed with pleasure. I stroked him, feeling him grow even larger under my attentions.
“Yeah?” he asked, thick and heavy, watching me.
“I do,” I panted, my nipples taut and aching with arousal. “I want you inside me.”
“Aren’t you sore?” He brought his hands to my hips, feeling me move as I ground against him, watching as I took his cock out from his shorts. But he didn’t move to enter me.
“Please, Dom.” Some precome seeped from his tip and I smoothed it along his crown with my thumb. I dipped my fingers into my pussy, then took some of my slick arousal and slid it along his shaft. “You see how much I want you?” He closed his eyes at the sensation, clenching his jaw, his fingers digging into my hips.
“I can’t go easy on you, Gigi,” he warned me.
“I want it rough, Dom.”
He opened his eyes and the raw hunger there nearly took my breath away. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, carrying me with him as he reached over onto the counter for a condom. Sitting us back down, he rolled it on quick.
“Look at me when I enter you,” he commanded, lifting me up and over his huge cock. “Look at me.” I kept my eyes on him as he jammed me down onto him, filling me in one, swift thrust.
“Oh God!” My eyes widened and watered. He’d never done it that quickly before, stretching me so fully and all at once. It hurt and it felt so good.
“That’s it.” He started working me up and down his cock, using me, sliding me all the way out, then all the way in. “Take it all.”
Using his shoulders for leverage, I clung on and started to ride him, pumping up and down, rolling my hips into his.
“Fuck, I love how tight you are,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my ass. I moaned, feeling exactly what he was talking about, how I had to work to take him all in but I was wet and eager enough to do it. He circled my clit as we moved, thrusting up inside me. I watched us where we joined, his thick, veined cock glistening as it pistoned in and out of me, our bodies sweaty, our breathing coming quick.
“Look at me again,” he commanded, taking his slick finger away from my clit. When he brought it to my asshole, I gasped. I’d never thought of that as a pleasure center before. I knew it could be, but I’d never imagined it. Not until now.
As he eased his finger into my ass, I started to tilt my head back in pleasure, my eyes starting to close.
“Here.” He gripped my face in his large, strong hand, forcing me to look straight at him as he fucked me, his cock in my pussy, his finger in my ass. “I want to watch you love it.”
Groaning, I told him. “It feels so good.” I panted, quivering, wanting more. I wanted two fingers. I wanted three. I couldn’t imagine how it would fit, but I wanted his cock up my ass. I wanted to take all of it in.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” he growled at me, shoving his finger up my ass. “You want that?”
“Yes,” I moaned. He was making me crave it.
Then he grabbed me, both hands on my hips, and drove me up and down on his huge cock. Sweaty, I raked my nails into him, leaning back. As soon as I felt his own release begin, a shuddering, crashing orgasm flooded through me. Swearing, calling out each other’s names, we came together, panting with ecstasy in the middle of the kitchen. I wanted our life like this to go on forever.
18
Dom
We only had three more days together, but she didn’t know it. Our guys down in Columbia felt they had the right window. The cartel leaders had plans to convene. Just before, we’d leak the supposed location of the safe house. Then, as they planned their attack, we’d launch ours.
I wanted the threat of danger gone, but I’d lived with that feeling of looming violence my whole life. It didn’t exactly make me nervous. And as for the thought of staying in hiding longer with Gigi? I’d spend the rest of my life with her in that house a happy man. That’s how selfish I was. I wanted to lock her up and steal her away from her family and friends so I could take her again and again. It wasn’t fair to her, though, and I knew it. It was good for her that this was all going to end soon.
But that was why I had to make the most of the next few day
s. I’d had so many years to compound my dark urges, to imagine what I’d do to her if I got her alone. The summer we’d met, so many nights I’d watched her like a glittering star, flitting about, giving everyone else her attention. I’d lurked in the shadows, wanting but not able to touch. Now I had her, mine, and I never wanted to let her go. Knowing we only had a handful of days, it made me even crazier.
We were opposites, she and I, but she didn’t seem to see it. She was such a good person, so thoughtful and sweet. The way she reached out and brushed my hair, or ran a concerned finger by the scar on my shoulder, I could feel her care so much. She gave to me so willingly. There was no sight I loved more than that of her coming, full and lush, her mouth open, her eyes closed, surrendering to absolute pleasure.
That night as we lay in the darkness, I buried my face in her soft hair, taking in her scent as if to memorize it. I knew soon she’d spin off into her remote orbit, and I couldn’t ask her to leave it. I might want to, but I knew I could never fit into her world. And what would I be asking her to do to enter into mine? Become the lonely wife of a soldier, worried and alone for long stretches of time while I risked my life overseas, not able to even tell her what I was doing or where exactly I was? There were no bases in Manhattan. She’d be far away from everyone she knew and loved. I could never ask that of her, no matter how tempted.
“Gigi,” I whispered, not wanting to wake her if she’d already fallen asleep.
But she shifted in my arms and gave my bicep a kiss. “Hi, Dom.”
“You said something and, I want you to know…” I paused, aware I was treading on thin ice. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but it might make her lose perspective. She might start trying to carve out a future for us, when I knew we didn’t have one. But I didn’t want her to think she was alone in her feelings, that this was just a fuck fest for me, a guy taking advantage of a vulnerable girl.
“I never got over you, either.” I said, knowing I shouldn’t. “I thought about you, too, all these years. I had brought a picture of you with me when I went overseas.”
“Oh, Dom.” She turned to me and encircled me in her arms, pulling me closer, kissing me with a tear on her cheek.
“You’re such a good person, Gigi.” There was so much more I wanted to say, but I knew I shouldn’t go there. It wasn’t what was best for her. So I kissed her instead, long and slow, showing her how I felt about her because it was all I could do. I licked and tasted as if savoring her for the last time, recording every breath, every sigh. I pulled her against me again so I could feel her plush backside and roam her playground of curves, her breasts so full and soft, her sweet, slick pussy.