I finally breathe.
Dom’s lips take mine with passion as he lies on the bed, pulling my back to his chest. He sucks and nibbles my bottom lip while I try to breathe, my chest heaving for air and breaths coming in pants. He pushes into me, slowly and deep. His girth stretches my walls. One of his arms wraps around my shoulders and his hand massages my breast, while the other cradles my leg, parting my legs for him further. He pushes in and out of me deliberately slow, but deep. All the while kissing me. My moans are trapped in his kiss.
My head falls back as my pussy clamps around his dick and that hot wave travels through my body with a vengeance. A strangled cry leaves my lips. His hand grips my chin and tilts my lips to his. But they only touch as he stares into my eyes and pumps into me. Faster and harder, forcing the numbing tingles through my limbs, building with a crippling intensity at my core. His hand moves to my clit and he brushes his fingers on the sensitive nub without mercy, sending me over the edge. His gaze keeps mine as I cum violently, my body trembling in his arms while he continues to pump into me, rutting with a primal need until he finds his own release.
My chest warms, and my body opens to him as he gently settles my body and continues to kiss me with a passion I’m not sure I’ve ever known. I turn in his embrace as best I can, just wanting to be held.
I try to calm my breathing. My trembling hands rest against his corded arm wrapped around my waist. He gently kisses down my jaw, down my neck. His open-mouth kisses leave a warmth that quickly turns to chills as the air hits them.
My breathing finally slows, and I turn in his arms. He holds me close against his chest. My eyes open as I watch his chest rise and fall as he calms his own breathing. I hear his heart beating loudly, yet with a steady rhythm. It’s hypnotizing.
A mix of relaxation and security warms my chest; my heart makes me weak. I swallow the lump growing in my throat and try to push down the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I press my forehead to his chest as my back shudders from the cool air.
Dom reaches down and grabs his shirt from the floor for me. I give him a small smile and quickly put it on.
This is dangerous. Too emotional. I’m too weak to be playing these kinds of games. It’s not like it was before, where I could just walk away. Where I could live a fantasy and then return to my reality. My heart beats louder and chaotically against my chest. It doesn’t trust me, and I don’t trust it.
His brow furrows, and his eyes narrow. Just as he asks, “What’s wrong?” I hear Jax in the other room.
“Mommy!” he calls out as though he’s lost.
Dom slides easily off the bed and reaches for his pants. “Stay here; I’ll get him,” he says as though it’d be alright for him to go to my son. Jax pushes the door open as I open my mouth to stop Dom.
“Hey little man, Mommy’s tired right now, can I read you a bedtime story?” he asks in a sweet voice I didn’t know could be uttered from his lips.
My heart beats faster and tries to climb up my throat as he bends down so he's eye level with Jax. Jax’s sleepy eyes focus on Dom as he runs a hand through his hair. He lets out a small yawn and nods his head.
The word escapes my lips and echoes off the walls, “Red!” The two look up at me, both with confusion. And then the realization dawns across Dom’s face. My heart crumples in my chest. My throat dries, and a soreness leaks through every inch of my body.
I press my lips together and hold back the sobs threatening me, hating myself. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes as I climb carefully off the bed, keeping the shirt down and walk silently to Jax. My hands shake as they go to his shoulders.
Guilt consumes me.
My heart may believe that what Dom and I just shared was something more than a quick, dirty fuck. But logically, I know better. I swallow thickly, avoiding Dom’s gaze. I know it was