My mouth drops open and my head presses back into the pillow. He alternately worships and tortures my breasts. Meanwhile, he reaches down to caress my hips and thigh and draws my leg around his waist, first one and then the other.
“I want you to ride me, beautiful. Ride me to get off. And don’t forget to let me hear it.”
His words and his touch and just God, the fact that this is happening at all, this is really happening—Dominick is here and he’s touching and caressing and oh, doing that—it all ignites a fire that rages higher and higher.
My legs wrap around his hips and the hardness of him hits the most perfect spot in the universe.
My hips seem to jerk forward and back against him of their own accord. I might have no idea what I’m doing, but my instincts take over.
A drive so intense, oh God, he’s sucking on my nipple so hard and pinching the other one. It hurts but feels so, just, what— oh my God, all at the same time, how is that even possible?
But then he releases his hold on both nipples and blows air across them. He drops his hand between us. His finger slips inside me again. Then his thumb rubs and I flex and press against him and he said to let it out so I scream,
“Dominiiiiiiiiiiiiick!”
Light and heat burst all through my body like ricocheting fireworks. But within my body. I’ve never felt— I can’t— And it just, it keeps going and—
Dominick continues to rub. He buries his head in between my breasts, licking and suckling and tenderly kissing my lips again.
I pant as the light recedes and my consciousness comes back into my body. My fingertips still tingle and when Dominick swirls his thumb around again, my legs spasm with an aftershock. He smiles, but there’s still a serious look to his features that’s not usually there.
“You did so good, beautiful,” he whispers, then kisses my breast again. He moves slightly up so that we’re eye to eye, but he doesn’t move his hand, occasionally still circling and causing my breath to short circuit.
“Now I need you to be completely honest. I don’t care if my question embarrasses you, you have to tell me the truth, no matter what. Can you do that?” His sudden inquiry scares me and with his gaze so direct, I feel like he’s looking straight into my soul. Especially after what we just— I mean, God. I’ve never been more bared to someone. In every sense of the word.
But I nod because it’s Dominick.
“How much experience have you had? With sex?”
Heat rises to my cheeks even at the word. Which is silly considering what we— I mean, he just made me—
I swallow. “Not much.” I look down.
“Hey.” He takes my chin and forces my face back up even as he continues to swirl with his other fingers. Oh my God, not fair. How am I expected to even concentrate on anything while he’s—
“I need details.” His eyes search mine. “I need to know everything you’ve done. Just how far you’ve gone with past boyfriends.” His jaw tightens on the last two words but then his face softens again as he pushes some hair that’s fallen in my face behind my ear.
I feel my cheeks redden further. I don’t want to tell him. I couldn’t be more inexperienced or immature. I wish he would let me off with the vague answer I already gave, but for some reason, I can see by the look on his face that he feels like he needs to know more.
And after tonight, I have the feeling I’ll give Dominick whatever he needs. I shake my head slowly. “I don’t have any experience,” I whisper.
“So you’re a virgin,” he clarifies. “Okay, so what about touching and…” He breaks off when I continue shaking my head.
“I mean, I’ve kissed guys before,” I hurry to clarify.
His hands freeze everywhere he’s touching me. “But nothing else?” he whispers in clear disbelief. “Not even…” he trails off again and just stares at me.
I can only take so much of being stared at like I’m a side-show act at a carnival. I yank away from him and start to pull the covers up around myself when he rips them away from me.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He grabs me and rolls us so that he’s on top. He kisses me deep, that manly part of him pressing even more urgently into me.
He kisses so long and so deep I don’t think he’s ever going to come up for air. I’m not sure I want him to.
Did I think I was happy before? I didn’t know happiness.
He finally pulls back, looking slightly anxious.
“What?”
“Well, I want to try something, but I don’t know if you’re ready.”
I hate that he even has to question it.