“Christ,” his voice is low, “I love getting my fingers in that sweet, tight little ass of yours. Do you know what a dream come true it will be to take you here, beautiful? Christ, I go crazy just thinking about it.”
As he talks, one of his fingers, which he also drenched in gel, starts to probe at my entrance. “Your little body was made for me, do you know that? At the wedding it was fucking killing me to see you dancing with Dad. I wanted to rip his hands off your waist. You were so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
As he talks, I relax, and his finger slips inside again. He presses the advantage and the tip of another pushes for entry along with the first.
“You’re doing so good. Christ, feel how hot and slick you are. Just gobbling up my fingers.” His face takes on that look of pained pleasure in the mirror that drives me absolutely insane. And the feeling of what he’s doing to me. So foreign. And forbidden.
But it’s Dominick.
And the pressure.
With how slowly he’s going, it doesn’t hurt at all. He was right. It does feel good. Everything Dominick does feels good. So good. So right.
The second finger slips inside and I jolt in surprise.
Dominick’s mouth drops open and he looks just as shocked. And so turned on, I can’t even.
“Beautiful, I’m gonna blow in my pants, you’re so fucking perfect. Christ— Christ—” He stares down at my backside looking absolutely mesmerized, no doubt watching the spot where his fingers disappear into my ass, slowly twisting back and forth and around. Exploring and stretching and—
“I’ve gotta taste you while I’m in your ass like this,” he says suddenly. Then, not removing his fingers, he drops to his knees and swivels so that he’s underneath the sink, facing my sex. His forearm is still raised, fingers buried two knuckles deep in my ass.
He lifts up on his knees slightly and then his mouth latches onto my clit.
I was riding a pleasant buzz after my last orgasm while I focused on the sensations of what his fingers were doing to my body, but all the sensations combined together.
So much.
Too much almost.
Oh God, I’m almost immediately at the edge again, except that this time, it’s so much higher. I don’t know why second orgasms tend to be more explosive than the first, but they are for me. Even more so this time because of the next feelings Dominick has been introducing me to, both physically and emotionally…
The fullness in the back, plus stimulation at the front— Oh my God, I can’t—
I clench and clench and bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as the second orgasm rips through me.
Dominick keeps suckling at me and pumping his fingers in and out of my ass through it all. He only stops minutes later when the aftershocks spasming through my legs threaten to make me fall over.
“Can’t stand up much longer,” I pant. “Too much.”
Those too words encapsulate all of it. But God, I still want more. So I tell Dom. “More.” My pussy is still aching.
“I need more,” I whine, pressing up against Dominick’s body when he stands back up and pulls his fingers from my backside. “Another,” I say greedily, kissing him hard. “I want another. I need another.” I lift a leg around his hips and grind my pussy against his cock.
Pussy.
Cock.
God I love the way those words sound.
“I want you inside me,” I growl against his lips.
He nips at my lower lip and groans. “You don’t know how much I want that. Christ, and how quickly you come, it’s so fucking insane. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me hard. “But you’re too sore. You need rest down there.”
“But you!” I reach down and grab his cock through his scrubs. Ugh, why is he still wearing those. I want to see that gorgeous, beautiful cock of his. I want it now. I shove the waistband of his scrubs down, freeing his glorious dick. It’s raging and hard and I want it.
I start to drop down to my knees, licking my lips, but Dominick stops me with a firm shake of his head.
“Not today, beautiful. Today is all about you.”
“But—” I protest.
“Don’t forget,” he says, pulling the vibrator back out of his pocket. He’s turned it off, but just the sight of the toy makes my breath short. “Your training for the day isn’t done yet.”
I can’t help licking my lips again. Dominick, who’s watching my lips, grins.
“Up on the counter.” He gestures me to hike myself up on the elevated sink, then lifts me himself when I apparently don’t move fast enough for his liking. He hikes my ankles up in the air, relubricates the dildo, and has it nudging at my asshole in moments.