terror on his face now that he’s come, but I see a serene smile on his face. He moves closer to me and pulls me into his lap before capturing my lips with his and rubbing my back gently. “That was…the most…” He swallows and turns away slightly before shaking his head. “I’ll be honest, it’s never been like that for me. You are so…responsive. The noises you make, the way your body moves with mine. You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers in my ear and kisses down my neck. “Are you sore?”
“No, I think I’m in shock,” I whisper before I look up, meeting his worried gaze. “Good shock. Amazed shock.” I look down and see the red between my thighs and on the sheets and I feel my cheeks heat when I spy the blood on his cock as well.
“Hey, none of that. Nothing to be embarrassed about. To be honest, it makes me feel proud as fuck to have your blood on my dick, Stassi. I don’t know how I’ll ever look at my cock again and not remember this. Remember how you came and bled all over my cock the night I took your virginity.” He smiles and rubs his nose against mine. “But let’s get you cleaned up in the meantime. How about a bubble bath?”
If we only have one weekend together, I don’t want to spend one second away from him so the idea of taking a bath to get cleaned up doesn’t exactly appeal to me. He chuckles and presses his lips to mine. “I can hear your thoughts, Princess. I meant together.”
* * *
After our bubble bath, where Dominic spent almost an hour cleaning the traces of blood from between my legs, first with soap and water and then his mouth, we’d found our way back into bed. He’d removed and replaced the bloody sheets and we are now lying on fresh satin that cools my heated skin. He hasn’t said much since we lay down, and I briefly wonder if the gravity of what we’ve done has finally begun to weigh on him. I’m pressed against him, my face nestled under his chin, inhaling the Dove body wash we both used and his arms are wrapped tightly around me as he strokes my damp hair that he helped me French braid. “Do you regret it?” I ask quietly, my heart pounding in anticipation as I await his response. He doesn’t say anything and I fight the urge to fill the silence.
He removes his leg that had been resting between mine and pushes me onto my back so that he can hover over me. I’ve since put on a t-shirt but I had foregone panties in case the overwhelming need to touch me in the middle of the night came over him. “Stassi, I don’t believe in living with regrets. I’ve seen too much to live one second regretting my choices. I wanted you. I want you,” he clarifies. “But we crossed a line that is going to be hard to uncross. In a perfect world, we have this weekend and never talk about it again, but life isn’t perfect, and I worry we will struggle with finding some sense of normalcy now that I’ve known what your cunt tastes like.”
His words send a surge of empowerment through me and I fight the grin playing at my lips. “I don’t think what we did was a mistake.”
He sighs and falls to his back. I’m not sure what to make of this conversation until he slides his hand into mine and presses a kiss to the skin on my wrist before turning on his side to face me. “You could never be a mistake, but you do see how hard it would be to…continue this at home? And in that same breath, I just don’t know how this weekend could ever be enough. I feel so connected to you, and maybe it’s the tragedy or the guilt that we both share but you make me feel things I haven’t felt before, Stassi.”
I gasp, knowing he’s been married twice before, I wonder what possibly he couldn’t have felt yet. “What is it?”
“I don’t know and it terrifies me. It terrifies me that my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter makes me feel something that I haven’t felt with any woman, including those I was married to. Maybe it’s the fact that you are my stepdaughter.” He sits up and I watch as his muscles tense and flex. “It feels