“Are you, um…” I lick my lips, the spray trickling over my hair and shoulders.
“It’s a little late to be shy, dolcezza.”
“Clean. Are you clean?”
“I am but let me grab the condom I have in my wallet.”
“Okay. I mean, I’m on birth control, but there’s nothing wrong with being extra careful.”
Dominic leaves for a minute. I stay under the warmth of the shower’s spray, willing my heart to calm down. This is exciting and wild. I don’t believe in fate or karma, but my chance run-in with Dominic is starting to feel like a sign from above, reinforcing that leaving Corey’s sorry ass was the right decision.
Why waste my time with a selfish boy when I can have a man instead?
When Dominic returns, his cock is sheathed and ready for me. He holds me close, his arms secure and comforting. It’s strange how safe I feel with him. His kisses take a more tender turn, gentle and teasing as he presses his weight against me, my back pinned against the shower wall. I bristle against the cold, but quickly adjust, too distracted by the earthy scent of his skin and his tattoos to care.
“I’m going to ask you one last time,” he says. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod. “Yes, Dominic. Please fuck me. Help me forget about him.”
“I’ll do you one better. When I’m done with you, you’ll forget how towalk.”
I barely recognized the pitched moan that bubbles past my lips. “I can’t wait.”
Dominic grabs my thigh and lifts my leg, hooking it over his hip for better access. He doesn’t get straight to it, rubbing the head of his cock slowly over my wet folds. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to feel full. He distracts me with a deep kiss, tongue dancing over my own in a waltz for dominance. He lifts me like I weigh nothing at all, pinning me against the shower while my feet dangle on either side of him. I gasp, circling his neck for stability.
“I’ve got you,” he mutters, pressing the head of length against my entrance. “Ready?”
“Please. Please, please,please—”
He shoves into me, my walls stretching to take him. The sensation is divine. I’m so full and warm and drowning in pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before, complete and satisfied before the fun has even begun.
Dominic’s first thrust is careful, testing the waters, but then his pace picks up. Before long, we’re fucking in earnest, our bodies moving as one as we work together to find pleasure. The hot slap of skin against skin makes me even wetter. His hot, low grunts against my ear make me feral.
It’s almost shocking how quickly I lose control. The tight, bright coil in the pit of my stomach suddenly burns with such intensity that there’s no time to brace against the euphoria flooding my veins. I moan languidly against Dominic’s mouth, clinging on for dear life as ecstasy erases my thoughts.
“Oh,God,” I pant, breathing in the steam. “Wow, that was—”
Dominic huffs, snapping his hips against me. Sparks fly across my vision. “Not done with you yet.”
“But I—”
“You’re going to give me one more.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
My head spins.Holy crap, what did I get myself into?
Dominic sets me down carefully so I’ve got one foot firmly planted on the shower floor. I lean against the side, hands pressed against the wall as Dominic lifts my outside leg and slots himself between my thighs. The new angle is heavenly, the head of his cock sweeping over a spot I’d only ever read about. It’s a new kind of pleasure, this sweet spot, something so deep and powerful that I don’t have the words to describe it.
He grasps me by the chin, holding my gaze as he thrusts his cock in and out of me. “Lovely,” he praises. “So nice and tight for me, dolcezza. Tell me, has he ever made you feel this way?”
“Dominic—oh—”
“Tell me.”
“N-no, never.”