ChapterTwenty-Two
It wasone of those out-of-body experiences I’d only ever read about before. His lips were on mine, and for a second, it felt like my soul left me. My body was featherlight before I came back together again.
The reality of the situation hit me all at once, and I moved. My arms wrapped around his neck tightly, and I pulled him to me, determined to hold him there in case he changed his mind.
He’d made his move now. It was already too late to back down.
But Dominic wasn’t thinking about moving away anymore, either. He pushed me back on the bed again and fell on top of me. His arms were already wrapped all around me, and he held me to his chest like he was afraid I’d change my mind. If he only knew what it was like in there, he wouldn’t have worried.
A growl came from deep in his throat when I let out my tongue to taste those lips I’d dreamed about so many times. Electricity shot through me, both at the sound of him and the sweet taste of whiskey I licked off his lips. He parted them for me, and my tongue slipped inside his mouth to search for his. I was hungry, desperate, dying to feel all of him. My legs were wrapped around his hips, and he pushed himself against me once, making me moan louder than I ever had before. Then, he bit into my lower lip, sending shock waves throughout my system. His tongue was in my mouth as if it was on a mission to memorize every bit of me. The throbbing between my legs was already painful, and I pushed myself against him harder. His hand moved from under me and to my face, grabbed my chin and pulled my head up. I cried out and tried to pull his lips to mine again, but I couldn’t even budge him. I stopped trying when his lips pressed on the nape of my neck, licking, sucking and biting my skin, driving me mad with desire. I dug my fingers into his back because speaking was out of the question, and I needed him to keep going. I needed him to never stop.
He didn’t. His kisses and bites left my skin feeling like it was on fire, and then he employed his hands, too. He kept one arm under me still, securing me in place, and with the other, he pulled up his shirt that was on my body and slipped it under. His fingers wrapped around my hip, and I cried out again. When he pulled me up, slipped his hand under my ass, and thrust himself against me hard, my eyes rolled in my skull. I was burning, the pleasure so intense, it was agony. His name rolled out of my lips, and I thrust my hips to his over and over, while his hand traveled up to my stomach, and to my breasts. With my eyes squeezed shut, I moaned and didn’t even feel it when he rose up and pulled the shirt off me in one single movement. The air was cold against my burning skin, but not for long. Both his hands were on me now, on my stomach, moving up and down slowly, and my eyes opened just a bit to see him sitting on his legs, both of mine around him still.
The way he looked down at my body while he ran his hands over me made my heart break a little bit. I had never before seen Dominic more vulnerable than in those seconds. His lips were parted and his eyes completely golden and soft, but at the same time, his touch was desperate, fingers digging into my skin, his chest rising and falling faster than mine. I put my hands over his and pulled them up until they were on my breasts, and when he cupped them, he groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
“Dominic,” I breathed, needing him closer, his mouth on me, the heat of his body against mine. He fell on top of me almost like his energy had been cut off. He kissed me and my mind was filled with colors and sparks and fire so bright, I doubted I’d ever feel cold again. He sucked on my tongue, and the pain only intensified the pleasure. I struggled to get that damn shirt off him, and he was too focused on kissing me to even realize I was trying to pull it off. When he did, he growled in complaint but yanked it off himself anyway, and then his naked chest was flush against mine. My greedy hands touched every inch of him that I could reach, his skin soft, smooth, his muscles rock hard. My fingernails scratched him, but he didn’t stop me; instead, he thrust against me harder. I could feel the tip of his rock-hard cock against me, and the urge to rip our remaining clothes off was like a monster roaring in my head.
I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, but he didn’t let me push them off. Instead, he let go of my mouth and trailed kisses down my neck again, and I was too weak to complain, especially when every time his lips, his tongue, his teeth touched me, it felt like my soul was filling up the empty spaces I hadn’t even known existed until now.
He mumbled under his breath after every kiss, but I was way too gone to understand his words. My entire focus was on feeling him, the traces of his lips on my collarbone, then lower. One hand cupped my left breast, and he closed his mouth around the right. My back arched and I cried out, so close to the edge I could see the abyss stretching beneath it. He sucked on my nipple then bit it, flicking his tongue over it so fast, I couldn’t even keep up with his movements. All I could do was hold onto his neck and feel. With his hand, he squeezed my other breast, pinched my nipple and dug his fingers so hard in it, I expected pain. It never came because he took it in his mouth next. Desperate to see, to memorize this moment I’d only ever imagined before, I looked down. The sight of him with my breast in his mouth brought me even closer.
“Dominic!” I thrust my hips up harder, desperate to feel him against my center, but he closed a hand around my hips and pushed me back easily. And when he was done with my breasts, he moved down lower, licking his way to my belly button, biting my skin so hard it turned bright pink, but the pain only registered as pleasure in my mind. His fingers slid under the waistband of my pajama shorts, and he yanked them down so hard, the fabric grazed my skin. Again, all I felt was pleasure so intense, I was constantly running out of air.
He pulled himself off me all the way and took his time to lift up my legs, then slowly pull the pajama shorts off me all the way. My heart galloped in my chest as I looked at him looking at me, running his hands down my legs until he reached my hips, and my panties. The softness was gone from his eyes now, replaced by the same monstrous desire that had my heart beating as fast as it did. He dragged my panties up my legs, and his hands shook, as if he was trying to control himself, forcing himself to move slowly, as if he was afraid he might break me.
And when my soaking wet panties were off me, he grabbed my ankles and slowly spread my legs to the sides. The cold air against my wet folds made me shiver, but by some miracle, I wasn’t embarrassed. His naked chest, all those lines and muscles, the V of his hips revealed by those damn sweatpants that were keeping away the thing I wanted most in the world kept me perfectly distracted.
“Damn it, Teddybear,” he breathed, his voice completely transformed. “You are going to kill me.”
A deeply primal part of me responded to his words, came alive at the sound of him, raising every bit of my flesh in goose bumps.
“Dominic, please,” I begged, and if he wanted me on my knees, I’d have no problem with that at all.
He ran his hands on the inside of my legs, stopping on my thighs, squeezing hard. My head fell back, and I cried out, shaking with desire, gripping the sheets so tightly, I was probably going to tear them to pieces.
“What am I gonna do with you?” he whispered, bring my left leg up again to kiss my ankle.
“Anything,” I whispered. “Everything.”
With another one of those growls, he pushed my leg back to the side and leaned closer, but never pressed his chest against mine. He only kissed me, and I held onto his neck, pulled desperately to try to get him closer, but he had other plans. His lips were on my neck again, then lower, on my breasts, but he only gave them a moment of his attention, before moving lower. When his lips kissed the inside of my thigh, every inch of me vibrated. I tried to pull him to me again, but he didn’t let me. With one hand around my hips and the other on my thigh, he pushed me down and took his sweet time to trail kisses up to my pelvis, one side, then the other. Before the minute was over, I was convinced I was going to lose my mind. It seemed like a much better fate than enduring this sweet torture.
“Do you have any idea how you smell to me?” he whispered, and his warm breath blew against my soaking wet folds. Before I could even think about a reply, he ran his tongue between them agonizingly slowly.
My eyes squeezed shut and my back arched all the way. My toes curled, and I held onto the sheets for dear life. I’d imagined this very thing just that morning, but nothing I’d ever conjured in my mind could even come close to the feeling of his lips pressed against my clit. His tongue moved masterfully, and he even used his teeth, and then he sucked, hard, and my eyes rolled in my skull again. I tried to move, so desperate to pick up the rhythm, but he refused to let me, digging his fingers into my hip.
I cried out, I moaned, I called out his name, but he never picked up the speed, only kept licking and sucking and kissing his way from my clit down to my entrance, then back up again. It was a while before he brought a finger to assist him, separating my folds followed by his tongue, before he teased my entrance with his fingertips, driving me mad with need. My hands closed around the back of his head, and I pulled him to me harder. He pressed his tongue on my clit and thrust his finger inside me at the same time, all the way.
Every muscle in my body locked. He growled and grunted and sucked me like he knew my body for years, and when he let go of my hip and I could move against his mouth, the entire world came to a halt. The outside could be burning for all I knew or cared. Dominic kept on kissing me, sucking me, thrusting one finger inside me, then a second.
I called out his name at the top of my lungs a second before the orgasm ripped through me, turning my mind blank, and my body light as a feather again. He kept his mouth on me, and his fingers inside me while I rode the high, lost in the clouds, with no ties to the world, to anyone except him.
And when I came down again, he was still there, his arms wrapped around me, his kisses warm and wet against my neck and my lips. I licked them and I tasted myself on him, the slightly sweet flavor making the muscles of my stomach clench with need again. What in the world could be sexier than Dominic Dane’s lips coated with my fluids?
He leaned down on the bed on his side but never took his arms off me. With the little energy I had left, I pressed myself against him until we were practically one. My eyes opened, and everything around me had changed. The colors were more intense, and the lamps seemed to glow brighter, and the air was lighter, too, going down my throat. Sleep tugged at my mind, but with it rose panic, shocking me awake again. I was not going to sleep right now. We’d only just begun, and I wanted more. I needed more. So much more.
We both breathed heavily still, but my body was suddenly wide awake and completely full again, sizzling with a new energy. My hands pressed against his chest, and my thighs clenched instantly. He was hot, and the shivers that ran down him at my touch made his heart beat even faster, right against my palm. I moved my hand lower, and those perfect abs of his tightened. A lazy smile spread on my lips, the knowledge that he reacted to my touch just like I reacted to his filling my chest with warmth. I traced his muscles with my fingers, all the way to his hips and that V that drove me mad, but when I reached his sweatpants, he wrapped his hand around my wrist.
“Teddy,” he warned, his voice rough and thick, sending electricity down the length of me. I pushed his hand away and grabbed his waistband without a word. I needed to feel him. I needed to see him. That he was so hard and so hot, pressed against my leg like that wasn’t enough.