Reaching between our bodies, I pull my throbbing cock free from my pants. I kiss the corner of her mouth sweetly before I smirk. “Go on. Show me what your pretty pussy can do.”
With a nod, Arin carefully lowers herself on my shaft, allowing me to sink deeper and deeper inside her. She’s incredibly wet, the delicious heat of her walls squeezing me as she starts to rock her hips back and forth.
“That’s it,” I moan. I brush my thumb over her swollen clit, sucking a hard mark against the crook of her neck. “That’s it, Arin. Milk my cock harder. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
She clasps her own hand over her mouth to keep from crying out, her moans muffled against her palm. She tries and fails to keep her voice under control, but I’m determined to see her come undone.
“Let me hear that beautiful voice, cuore mio.”
“Ah,fuck,” she mewls. Her face is twisted in a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. “I’m so—”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, her climax so powerful that her pussy pulses around my shaft, gripping me tighter. She trembles as ecstasy courses through her veins, heat radiating off her skin.
I don’t give her a chance to breathe, spinning us around so her back is flat against the couch. I’m on top of her now, still connected and ready to make her see stars. Gripping her hard at the waist, I thrust into her roughly, adoring how her mouth falls open into a silent scream of pleasure.
“D-Dom, right—”
“Here, dolcezza?” I ask, searching for the spot that will make her sing. I know I’ve found it when her eyes roll back, her brows knitted together.
“God,” she chokes.
“No God here,” I tease. “Just me.”
She comes again, her legs trembling and her breath hitching. Her pussy clenches around me, giving me just the friction I need to drive myself over the edge with her. I’m tempted to finish inside her, but an errant thought plants itself in the back of my mind.
What would it be like to give her another child?
I wasn’t there to help her when she was pregnant with Felicia. An immense guilt has been weighing me down ever since learning about the existence of my daughter, though I’m sure nobody could blame me. It was our rotten luck we got separated before I could do the right thing and support Arin along the way.
But what if I got a second chance?
I haven’t forgotten about Elio’s conversation about having a big family. My mother’s here every other week to pressure me into finding a wife, after all. It’s a thought that lingers on the back burner, something I ponder about but can never find the time to truly explore. I’d love a big family one day, with lots of kids running around and massive Christmas mornings.
But what does Arin want? Could I convince her to try again?
“Pull out,” she rasps. “Please pull out.”
I do because I’m not about to force my wishes on her. She’s been through enough. Raising Felicia all by herself, experiencing a life-or-death situation not once but twice in the few weeks she’s known me. There are too many uncertainties in the air, too many enemies lurking around every corner. The last thing I want right now is to have yet another innocent life involved in my mess.
I spill into my hand with a grunt, my body suddenly weary and satisfied. I lean forward to kiss her lovingly, adoring the way her hair sticks to her face and her cheeks are flushed a deep pink.
“Join me in the shower,” I say.
“Is that a suggestion or an order?” she asks playfully.
“Depends. Which will have a favorable response?”
Arin sits up, wearing a dopey smile. “I think you know.”
“An order, then.”
She rises with me, taking my hand. “Lead the way.”
Chapter 22
Arin
Dominic doesn’t go to work the next day, or the day after that, or even the day after that. I don’t have any complaints. After the shit we’ve been through, his presence is more than welcome.