Could it have been some sort of premonition? Before she could consider that further, his mouth came down hard over hers, stealing the breath from her lungs and any other thoughts from her mind.
“I love the taste of me on your tongue,” he said.
She held her breath as best she could, focused on the tip of his erection hovering at her center. She wanted to remember every sensation, every sound, every smell.
His hips flexed back to drive himself inside but before she could reach between them to move the thong aside and guide him in, his tip poked against the fabric and denied him access. With a grunt of frustration, he slid down her belly, grabbed the thong between his teeth, and ripped. But instead of coming back up to continue where he left off, he drew her knee over his shoulder, dipped his head to claim her.
Panting, shaking, she ran her fingers over his scalp, grabbed a fistful of dark strands and held on for support. His hair teased the inner skin of her thighs and his breath was hot as he buried his face in her tender folds. He slipped two fingers inside and moved them in the rhythm of his tongue.
Her release rushed to the surface, as if it had been waiting all night, which it had been, every muscle in her body clenched around the apex of his fingers. And for that moment, that splendid, celestial moment, it was the center of her universe.
When she was done, he pulled his face away, lips moist, eyes smoldering with desire. “You are like honey and now you’re ready for me.”
She could hardly keep from shaking. This was just the beginning. She gripped his powerful triceps, felt them flex as he reached a hand down to the junction between his legs. He palmed himself, rocked back, and his erection slid downward along her belly, searching for her. She waited, hardly able to breathe, as her folds surrounded the tip of his shaft, beckoning him inside. When he dropped his eyes to hers, she saw the desire in his face and knew it mirrored her own, but she saw something else, as well. Tiny lines creased his forehead, lines she hadn’t noticed before.
He was worried? About what? She responded by circling his legs with hers. Now was not the time for thinking; there’d be a time for that later. Now was only about this very moment, and this very moment she needed him.
Carefully and agonizingly slow, he pushed himself inside, sliding in through her body’s silky welcome. Oh dear God, he drove deeper and deeper until finally the hilt ground against her opening. Every pore flushed hot and the beautiful humming sound in her head lapped invisibly on the backs of her eyelids. Her climax rose without movement or friction, just from the feel of his overwhelming presence in her mind and body. Cleaving her in half, he stilled and she clung to him, wanting this to go on forever.
He looked down at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “Is this okay? Are you okay?”
“God, yes.” She could hardly get the words out as her body adjusted to his girth, stretching and expanding around him.
There was an intensity in his expression, almost disbelief. With his eyes riveted to hers, she saw that his irises were completely black. She wasn’t frightened of him, though; she never had been, and now she understood. It was the look of longing, the ache of a hungry man. She wanted to be what he was searching for, whether it made sense or not.
He hooked an arm under her thigh and pressed himself a notch deeper. “And this? This is fine?”
“I’d say it’s more than a little fine.”
He made a few tentative thrusts. “This doesn’t hurt? You’re so…damn tight…around me. I’ve never—”
She dug her nails into the flesh of his backside, rolled her hips. “Oh God, Dom, I’m not going to break.”
That must’ve been the reaction he wanted because he slid himself outward, almost to the point of breaking their connection, the ridge of his sex rubbing against her now ultra-sensitive center. Her shallow breath zigzagged in her chest a few times before it lodged in her throat and waited.
Finally, with the corded muscles of his neck straining, he drove in hard and she cried out in blissful ecstasy. The friction. His thickness. His smell. Everything.
Over and over he pounded into her until the dark margins of her vision threatened to expand. It was as if