“Storm…” I whisper again, and instead of him, the sky answers.
Thunder roars loudly again, and lightning flashes across the window. All the little hairs on my body stand on end, and I don’t know if it’s him or the approaching storm.
I look at him. He is standing dangerously close to me, more threatening than if I were standing in an empty field, underneath a big tree, waiting for lightning to strike me. I am in awe of this man before me, silently begging him to take me again and again, until there is nothing left to take.
I see him lick his upper lip as his gaze is lowered towards mine. He smiles, and it feels like black magic, like something I will never be able to rid myself of, for as long as I’m alive. The strangest sensation fills me. It thrills me. I try to struggle against it, but it’s impossible.
Thunder explodes again. It’s even louder this time. It makes me flinch, my body instantly drawn even closer to his. My entire mind is already imagining me in his arms, melting under the soft touch of his fingers as his tongue glides along mine. The energy of the storm finds its way inside the confines of this room.
Lightning tears the sky in two. We’re both startled. Our eyes lock. Neither of us is willing to look away, to let go.
“You can’t go home in this weather,” he tells me, his lips so close I can feel his breath on my face.
I think we’re both aware of what is going to happen now. We can both sense it. We both want it. We both know it shouldn’t happen and we both don’t care.
I don’t know who makes the first move. Not that it matters. Our lips meet with the fury of the storm that is about to start raging outside. Both needy, desperate, we breathe into each other, gasping for air, as our tongues twirl around.
His hands wrap around my waist, and his lips feel even softer than I remember. He tastes of the vegetables Marley and I made, slightly spicy. I kiss him passionately, unable to control myself now that the dam has broken. His tongue chases mine back with the same heady passion.
Our bodies are pressed against each other, and I know that we can’t get any closer than we already are, but he pulls me even closer as if he wants us to merge, to become one. I rest my trembling fingers on him, raking them through the back part of his hair. I don’t know if he can feel it, but I am trembling. I am melting in his arms.
And I’m not sure whether I will be able to pick myself back up tomorrow morning…
Chapter Ten
Dominic
It all happens so quickly, so instantly that I have no time to think about it at all. My brain is switched off. All I can focus on is Lilly. Nothing and no one else.
Her lips are even sweeter than the last time. Every bit of the passion we had that first time returns, this time with a vengeance. My need for her is not only the same, but multiplied numerously, burning inside of me, forcing me to wrap my arms around her and not let go.
I realize now that I’ve been longing for her all this time. I’ve been fighting the feeling, but you can fight what you need only for so long. Then, you have to give in. Now that I have her in my arms again, I know that this second time won’t be the last either. I just can’t get enough of her. That is the best, and the worst thing.
I need more. So much more. More to give her, more to get from her. I want to claim all of her again and again. The thought of being the first and the only man she’s ever slept with fills me with such desire that it makes my cock feel like it’s a boulder that is about to rock her entire body into oblivion, more and more, until we can’t stand any longer.
Unable to control any part of my body, I shove my hands under her shirt, cupping her breasts. They feel heavenly underneath my fingers, which find their way easily around her satin bra. The tips of my fingers feel like they’re touching pure fire.
I pull her t-shirt over her head and do the same with mine. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted. She looks like a goddess about to be devoured. I know there is no turning back. I wouldn’t be able to even if I wanted to.
I wrap my arms around her once again, my hands exploring every bit of her silky patch of skin, pulling her closer. We fall tumbling onto the couch. Our lips separate as a result, and she laughs sweetly. The melodious sound makes me even harder for her, as she settles on top of me.
I expect her to be coy, with those searing hot brown eyes, but instead, she unclasps her bra and allows it to slide down her hands, freeing her breasts. Gently, she straddles my hips, adjusting herself on top of me, so now I have a perfect view of her naked upper body.
I gasp in awe of her. She is pure perfection. Every bit of her feels like it was molded perfectly, according to some god-like standard. Her palm-sized breasts are begging for my attention, then she starts grinding against me, still in her jeans.
Animalistic thrill sears through me. There is not one ounce of common sense left in me. We should just stop this now, while we can, before we are in too deep. I’ll just end up hurting her. She probably isn’t aware of this at all, but the way she is moving makes everything else fade into oblivion.
Her open palms are resting against my naked chest. I feel my cock throbbing in response to the way she’s moving, massaging me gently. I don’t want her to stop. The very idea of sliding into her soft, wet folds makes me palpitate with sheer need for her. It is desire in a form I’ve never felt before. I want to make her mine now and forever, I want her to feel more pleasure than she’s ever felt before.
She suddenly gets up and slips out of her jeans. I hurriedly do the same.
“Come back on top of me,” I tell her, and she does exactly that.
Not waiting for her to start straddling me again, I grab her waist, lifting myself up to taste her breasts. She moans softly as I take one of them into my mouth, sucking, feeling it turn to a pebble in my mouth. My dick hardens at the sensation even more.
“Dominic…” I hear her murmur my name. That is more than I can take.