Elle did and held her breath in anticipation, but instead of diving in, Dom stood up and went to the end of the love seat. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down so her ass was lifted up on to love seat’s arm, then knelt between her splayed legs.
“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you again.” He dragged the rough pad of his thumb across her center.
“What, no foreplay?” She meant it to be casual; it came out desperate for release.
He laughed, his warm breath breezing across her slick folds. “You want me to ignore this beautiful pussy right now?”
“God, no,” she groaned.
“Then let’s get to the sweet stuff.”
He did. His tongue—his magic fucking tongue—claimed her as he licked and sucked and teased her slick folds. Each twist of his pointed tongue around her clit made her thighs vibrate. Every flat-tongued lap across her entrance had her whole body tightening in anticipation. Then he slid his hands from the inside of her thighs to her ass and lifted her lower half up in the air. The new angle partnered with the increased intensity of his tongue sent her over the edge into a free fall of pleasure that left her gasping for breath.
…
Watching Elle come down from orgasm was almost as good as watching her get there. The extra pink in her cheeks, the way her tits heaved as she caught her breath, and the slow, satisfied curl of her luscious lips had him hard enough to pound nails into concrete. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer to get inside her. He gathered her orgasm-limp body up and draped her over the back of the love seat so her butt was high in the air and her pussy was at the perfect height for him to slide home. Circling his cock with one hand, he gave it two slow strokes as he admired the smooth lines of her back and how her waist dipped in before flaring out into rounded hips.
Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she turned her head and looked back at him. “Tell me you’re not going to just stare at me.”
“Such a smart mouth.” He spread her legs wide and then the creamy globes of her ass, separating them so he could see how slick she was for him.
“You didn’t object to it earli—”
He slid the head of his cock across her plump folds, testing his own control as he teased her, and she let out a sweet moan. He loved those little noises she made when he touched her, the sighs, the cries, the pleas for more.
“Dom.” She moved against him as if trying to impale herself on him. “Please.”
The urge to drive forward and sink himself in so deep his balls bounced against her clit was like a booming alarm blaring through his body loud enough to make him shake. He didn’t have much time before he lost the fight. “Say it,” he managed to get out between clenched teeth as he grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans lying on the love seat and tore it open.
“Give me your cock,” she said. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Fuck. He wasn’t sure whether to beat his chest in triumph or fall to his knees and worship her, because Dom had never wanted any woman as much as he wanted Elle. The woman didn’t just undo him—she put him back together again.
Holding his breath, he unrolled the condom onto his rock-hard cock and inched into her tightness. He wanted to take his time, remember everything about this moment, about her, but as soon as she gripped him with her warm wetness, he knew it wasn’t in the cards. It was too good, too right, too…everything, and he gave in to the chaos she inspired inside him.
“Elle, I can’t,” he groaned out his weakness.
“Then don’t.” She pushed back against him, engulfing him inside her and making the rest of the world disappear in one fluid undulation. “Just fuck me, Dom.”
Her words broke something inside him, and he pounded into her. Control became a hazy memory as he let go and fucked her like he’d wanted to do from the first moment he’d seen her at Dylan’s—hard, fast, thorough, and with the determined desperation of a man who’d been given a limited-time pass to heaven. In and out, he plunged into her, his hands gripping the forgiving flesh of her hips as she milked his dick with her slick walls, giving as good as she got and answering every retreat of his body with an attack of her own. He wasn’t the only one lost to the mind-obliterating desire.
Leaning forward so his body partially covered hers, the new angle let him go deep, giving her every inch of him as he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her hard back to him. She cried out her pleasure, calling out his name, and she clenched his cock as her orgasm rippe
d through her.
It was more than he could take. One, two, three more strokes, and his balls pulled up tight to his body as his own climax roared to the forefront, making him blind to everything but the exquisite release of coming inside Elle. His entire body shaking, he laid his forehead on the damp expanse of her back. She smelled of sweat, sex, and all the unobtainable things in the world that he’d never wanted until now. Women. Wealth. Success. Everything but Elle. It had all come easily to him, and he’d been satisfied, letting his quest for restoring the monarchy to Elskov feed his unending hunger for challenge. But this woman? He inhaled her unique scent. She had him thinking that he could use more challenge in his life. Dangerous thoughts, indeed.
“Unless your goal is to smush me into this love seat, you’d better let me up.” She giggled.
He snapped back into a standing position and helped her up. “Sorry about that.”
She grabbed her T-shirt and slipped it over her head, leaving her gorgeous tits swinging free underneath, and grinned at him. “You’re a dangerous man.”
“What makes you say that?” He snagged his jeans and pulled them up, hating the thick denim material that would separate him from her smooth skin.
She tugged on her pants, letting out a hard breath that sent the reddish hair that had flopped in front of her eyes back into place. “Because I just came so hard that I’d agree to eat peanut butter and jelly for a week, and I hate peanut butter.”
“What kind of person hates peanut butter?” In the process of pulling on his sweater, his words came out muffled.