Forcing his pants down farther, she focused on his already rising cock that looked even better than she imagined when it slid inside of her just minutes ago.
Leaning forward, she licked the white leftover liquid off the tip of his dick. Then, as soon as she saw it become engorged again, Maria had him in her mouth within seconds.
“Fuck …” His head fell back in bliss for a moment before his hot, hazel depths returned to the pretty face that was sucking his cock. “You’re not supposed to be that good at it for your first time, princess. Jesus.”
Maria looked up at him through her full lashes while she took him to the back of her throat.
“You better stop now”—he took a handful of her gold hair in warning—“before I come in your pretty mouth and your turn will be up.”
Letting the tip fall from her mouth, Maria stood, heeding his warning. Then she forced him out of his pants the rest of the way before his back hit the bed.
All Maria knew, as she crawled on top of him where he now lay in the middle of the bed, was she wasn’t going to be able to keep her hands off him. She didn’t know bodies like this even existed, and she planned to appreciate every inch. Starting on his abs, Maria licked between the vertical line that separated the muscles. With her hands, she roamed over each peak and valley all the way up to his chest. Seeing the big bruise on his abdomen from his fight the night before, Maria placed a kiss on the discoloration before she pressed her lips into a scar that glittered. Going to another, she kissed more of them, letting him know how attractive she found his body, despite the blemishes.
Moving up, Maria finally let herself kiss the indentation on one cheek, letting her tongue fill the precious hole, then went to the other, showing the same attention to those two dents she couldn’t get enough of. And finally, she kissed his lips as she straddled his hips. His dick was in the perfect position to impale herself on.
Breaking their kiss, Maria grinned down at Dom, rotating her hips to sink him farther onto him. “I plan to win this war.”
Dominic’s brows drew together. “What war?”
“The war of who can fuck each other better … You won last time”—her breasts began to bounce in his face—“but I plan to win this time.”
“You think this is a war …?” He trailed off. His eyes had traveled down, getting an eyeful. “And who fucks better is the winner?”
“Yes.” Maria started bouncing on his dick when she grew slicker. “Don’t you?”
Instead of answering, Dom’s eyes went to the ceiling, thanking God Himself under his breath. Maria was too focused on her movements and feelings that she hadn’t paid too much attention.
Reaching out, he played with her belly ring, as he grabbed her inner thigh with his other hand. His touch on the sensitive flesh sent flames to her pussy, which was already beginning to doubt her ability to remain in control as long as Dominic had it. When she felt his fingers move higher toward her clit, she knew she was in trouble. She would tell him to keep his hands to himself, but she didn’t want to alert him that she was having trouble stopping herself from coming again so quickly. How was she was supposed to know she would enjoy this position so much? She could control the speed and depth. Plus, she had him right where she wanted him.
“Looks like you’re having a little trouble, princess.”
Maria bit her lip when Dominic started thrusting his hips upward and she slammed down on him.
Shaking her head, she denied it, biting her lip harder as the fire began to rise.
“How about we call this a draw, princess?” Dom hooked a hand around her neck, bringing her head down to kiss him. “We can live to fuck another day.”
Maria knew she was beat when the tingles started where their bodies were fused together.
“Fine.” She already started giving up her body for him to take yet again. “As long as you remember this doesn’t really count. I’ll get better the more I practice.”
Maria came crashing on his dick as Dominic thanked God for her again.
Fifty-Four
In Her Dreams
Smiling, Dominic packed his strong-willed yet limp woman into the bathroom and into the waiting shower.
If she hadn’t just ate her words, Maria would tell him to wipe that smile off his face, but luckily, it was cute.
As Dom washed his princess, Maria washed him, both of them caring for the other and enjoying the bodies of whom they just married.
By the time he had taken his time washing her, she already felt the desire he had promised would happen. Dominic had been right; I am never going to fuck him out of my bloodstream, am I?