“I can’t wait to get back uptown. So we’re going to get a penthouse suite and do it here, downtown.”
Oh okay.
That makes perfect sense. I nod and smile and get on my tiptoes and kiss him quickly on the cheek.
“Lead the way,” I say with a smile.
Six minutes later, we’re entering the hotel.
Ten minutes later, we’re going up the elevator to the penthouse suite.
And five minutes after that…well…I think you get the picture ??
61
Daphne
Soon enough I’m going to be Mrs. Masters. Can you even imagine that? Me, the wife of a man more perfect than a movie character? God, don’t even get me started, or else I’ll start babbling about all the plans I’ve dreamed up for our life together. You know, a big house and kids running around, and lots of sex, of course. Not that I have to think of it, or make plans around it; with Dominic, I’m pretty sure we’ll still be fucking every single day even if we’re ninety and with one foot inside the grave.
“Do you like it?” I ask him, finally stepping out of the bathroom in my La Perla lingerie, a matching set of a lace bra and thong, dark as the night. It wasn’t cheap, but this is Dominic we’re talking about; I want him to see me looking my best.
It’s been just one day after his proposal and, Jesus, it seems that I’m wet every single minute of the day. I mean, right now I’m in his apartment because he invited me for dinner, but I ended up pulling him inside the bedroom just one minute after I crossed the doorway. What can I say? Dominic has turned me into a sex-addict. Let’s face it; once you find out that sex can be as good as the sex I’ve been having, you won’t be able to think of anything else for weeks on end.
“Love it,” he says, his eyes roaming over my half-naked body. He’s sitting on his bed, a bulging shape tenting his pants, and I know that he’s more than ready to rip my lingerie off of me. It’s funny, isn’t it? We women spend so much money on lingerie, and all men want to do is ruin it. Not that I’m complaining. “Although I bet you look much better without it,” he continues, going up to his feet and closing the distance between us.
Taking his hands to my waist, he pulls me into him and our mouths are drawn together. We kiss in abandonment, but then something wicked takes over. I remember how it felt when I thought that Dominic was just using me and I could act without thinking.
My hand darts to the shape tenting his pants and I grab his cock harshly, perhaps more harshly than I should.
“Promise me,” I start, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper, “promise that you’ll always be honest with me.” I lock my eyes on his, and what I see there calms me down somehow.
“I’ll always be honest with you, Daph,” he replies, caressing my face with the back of his hand. “And I should’ve been right from the start. I should’ve told you that I loved you the moment I felt it … that way, you wouldn’t have been hurt. And I fucking hate to see you hurting,” he whispers, his soulful eyes piercing my soul.
My lips react on their own, and they open up into a smile. “I believe you,” I tell him and, at the same time, I grab his cock even more harshly. “But I need to punish you all the same.”
“Punish me?” he asks me, cocking one eyebrow as the hint of a grin dawns on his mouth.
“Yes. For not being transparent with me. Now I’ll have to punish you with my pussy,” I say, biting so hard on my lip that I’m almost surprised I haven’t drawn blood.
“I promise you, babe. For the rest of my days, I’ll always let you know exactly how much I love you. You won’t have to go through any of this ever again,” he tells me, his voice so candid that I feel my heart melting inside of my chest. “Not that I’m trying to escape your punishment,” he adds quickly, grinning back at
me. “I deserve to be punished … by your pussy.”
“You do. And I’ll punish you hard.” I take a deep breath and then a thought crosses my mind, letting me know exactly how I’m going to punish him. Taking my hands to his chest, I tug on his shirt and make all the buttons pop off; without taking my eyes off of his, I push his shirt down his shoulders and then turn my back to him. “Undress me,” I tell him, surprising myself as I notice the commanding tone 1n my own voice.
Without saying a word, he raises his hands and unclasps my bra, taking it off me and then throwing it down on the floor. Then, flowing from one motion to the other, his fingers trail down the side of my body and he hooks them on my thong, pushing it down my legs. I only turn around when I’m naked, and then I have to stop myself from reaching to his pants and undressing him. Instead, I decide to have him do it for me.
“I want you naked,” I whisper, and he obliges willingly, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly. My eyes wander down to the shape under his boxer briefs, and then they widen as he simply pulls both his pants and boxer briefs down, kicking them off into a faraway corner of the room.
Standing completely naked in front of me, I take another deep breath and press my body against his, more than ready to ‘punish’ him. Although, of course, all that talk about punishment is just a cheap way of telling him that I’m going to fuck him (or should I say I’m going to be fucked?) until both of our bodies give up on us.
“You like my pussy, don’t you?” I purr, resting both my hands on his chest and pushing him back, guiding him across the room until the back of his knees meet the edge of the bed.
“I’m disappointed you have to ask,” he grins, allowing me to take control. Without a word, I simply grin back at him and give him a little push. He falls back, laying down on the mattress, and I act fast; moving with as much agility as I can, I jump on top of his body, straddling him, and grab his cock with both hands.
Angling his huge member down, I start rubbing its tip across the length of my pussy lips; up and down it goes, and I have to take a few deep breaths to stop myself from impaling my pussy on his cock.
There’s plenty of time for that.