Earlier I’d controlled the ride because I was on top, but now, he’s in control and he’s showing no mercy. He slides two fingers inside of me, doing his best to open me up as he continues to tongue my clit. His stubble feels like tiny knives stabbing me but the feeling is so delicious, I don’t dare tell him to stop or slow down. I can feel my orgasm nearing, and as desperate as I am to come in his mouth again, I want this feeling to go on forever.
“Dominic,” I manage to choke out and I hear him moan in response between my legs.
“Mmhmm?”
“I…I don’t want to come yet. I want…this feeling to last.” I run my hand through his hair, pulling him harder against my pussy which I’m sure is sending him mixed messages, but I can’t help it. I want more. I want less. I want it harder. I want it softer. I want it all. I want to feel this sense of euphoria every second for the rest of my life.
I look down again and find his eyes closed and that his hips are grinding into the mattress. Fuck, that’s hot. But also, I know he’s been making me come on and off for the past hour with no release for himself. “Dominic,” I whisper and he ignores me as he continues to fuck my pussy with his mouth. My God, I can barely form a coherent thought. I pull his hair hard, and sadly he moves away from my cunt. His lips and chin are slick with my desire, and when he licks his lips I convulse from the visual stimulation. “I’m ready.”
“I’m not,” he answers immediately. His eyes, which are normally a bright blue are almost black, and I’ve read that a man’s eyes can change color when they’re aroused. “I need you to come again.”
I’m not used to this; with Carter it was typically tit for tat. An orgasm for an orgasm. If he made me come, it was my turn to do the same for him. I’m not used to this level of worship and it makes me melt.
“But…”
“Quiet, Stassia.” He growls as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “I don’t want to hear anything out of you unless it’s ‘more’ or ‘I’m coming.’ Got it?” He raises an eyebrow at me, testing me to disobey him and I nod in response. He’s commanding me to have an orgasm? My God, who is this man and can I keep him?
No Stassia, you most certainly cannot. One weekend. That was the deal.
I shake my head, trying to keep myself in the present and from obsessing about a future that doesn’t involve Dominic’s head between my legs. “Okay.”
Sweat begins to bead at my forehead as he increases his efforts, and my hands grip the sheets on each side of me. “Oh God!” My toes begin to curl and I know I’m succumbing to another orgasm that will more than likely take every last bit of my energy. I struggle to keep my eyes open as the feeling makes me almost dizzy and the last thing I see before my eyes close, is a smile playing on his lips.
“Fuck, Stassi.” I manage to hear his words through the fog of my orgasm. I sit up as I begin to come down from the high brought on by Dominic’s mouth and without another thought, I lunge for him.
He sits up just in time for me to wrap my entire body around him, rubbing my slick pussy against his washboard abs as I probe his mouth. The taste of my sex on his tongue does nothing but spur me on further as I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans in my mouth allowing me better access.
Firm hands grip my butt as he pushes me back into the sheets, nestling his naked body between my legs as we continue a kiss, so desperate it makes me weak. Hands snake their way into my hair, freeing my tresses from the confines of my hair tie and then he weaves his hands through them as he continues to kiss me. I can’t escape the mewl that leaves my lips as he breaks our kiss, but it soon becomes a moan when his lips trail behind my ear and down my neck and shoulder. “Stassia, you’re sure you’re ready for this? This is something…we can’t take back.” His blue eyes bore into mine and I