I speed my fingers up even faster, taking her in long deep strokes so she can feel every inch of me. When her muscles constrict, and her lithe body starts to convulse, she clamps down on me, and I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced a more euphoric moment in my life.
My balls lift and tighten, and the load creeps up my shaft. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to hold it back until the orgasm crests through her body.
“Oh God, Dominic, please.”
When she says my name, I drive into her, pinning her down to the bed, going deeper than I thought possible. My whole body quakes and fuzzy stars dance in front of my eyes as I blow deep inside Mary. I shudder as I spill out around the edges of my cock and watch my orgasm stream down her inner thighs.
It’s the most incredible feeling, sight, I’ve ever seen. I mark her as mine, claim my territory. When we finish, I nearly collapse into her, breathing heavily. Our eyes lock and she stares at me, her chest heaving up and down.
I roll her to her back and shove her legs up in the air and hold them there, then I crash my lips into hers.
After a few long moments, she says, “We have to go. We’re already late.”
“You’re going to be late, next month.”
She shakes her head at me like I’m an idiot. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
My smile fades a little, but her petite hand comes up to my chest, then to my cheek. “But I’m so glad we did. There’s not one regret in my body. I mean that, Dom.”
I lean into her hand and close my eyes, just to feel her, just to focus on her spirit and her touch, her smell, the way she tastes. There’s nothing in this world I love more than being present with her. Nothing else matters, not money, not possessions, not jobs—nothing. I have her and she has me, and that’s where I draw my happiness from.
I open my eyes, so it’s like experiencing looking at her for the first time. She just looks like—mine. And I’ll be damned if I’m not hers. Every fiber of my being belongs to this gorgeous woman beneath me. I’ll fight for her, go to the ends of the universe for her; die for her.
“I love you, Mary Patrick.”
She blushes, the same way she does every time I tell her those words. “I love you too, Dom.”
“Good.” I set her legs down and lean back to pull up my pants. “Now get dressed, you’re going to make us late for our date.”
She flies up off the bed and smacks me playfully in the chest. “I’ll kill you.”
I wrap her up in my arms and kiss her again on the mouth. “It would be the greatest death a man has ever died.”
“You got that right.” She goes to the bathroom, gets cleaned up, then walks over to her dress, swaying her hips for me while she reaches back to put her hair up in a bun. Her breasts bounce up and down a little as she walks.
I groan, and my cock starts to get hard again. How, I have no idea. I love how open she is now, how free she feels. I can see it in her walk, how she speaks. She’s confident in the bedroom with me, tells me everything she wants, and it’s so damn sexy.
“Later tonight.” I nod at her. “Gonna pay.”
“We’ll see.” She grins at me in the mirror and shimmies the dress back up her hourglass frame. “Now come zip me back up, you pervert.”
I do.
Once we’re dressed, and I button up my dress shirt on the tux I wore for the Pretty Woman date, I wrap my arms around her from behind and stare at us in the mirror. “We make a perfect couple, don’t we?”
She nods. “Yeah, we do.”
“Well, Ms. Patrick.” I take a step toward the door and hold out my hand. “Shall we?”
She looks me up and down and I can tell she thinks something is going on, but she smiles and takes my hand. If she only knew. Things are just beginning for us. This is the start of something special.
We pull up to the theater five minutes late, and I think Mary’s about to lose it. She never shows up late for anything. Who am I