A growl rumbles in my throat. I pull her up against my body, sliding a hand into her hair to tilt her head back. My lips meet hers, soft at first because I want to savor this, make it good for her. It'll be her last first kiss. Mine too.
Fuck, just knowing that has me hard as a rock.
Her lips are soft against mine, her breath sweet and tart, like the apple she ate for breakfast this morning. I taste her tears as I nibble on her lips and then sink into her. It kills me to know I made her cry. She's too sweet for tears.
I flick my tongue against hers, pulling her closer. Energy hums through me so forcefully I'm sure she probably hears my body buzzing like charged power lines. Her taste, her smell, the feel of her soft body is better than I ever imagined, yet also somehow exactly what I expected. When I die, this is how I want to spend eternity. With her in my arms.
I bite her lip, dragging it through my teeth.
A needy groan climbs up her throat. She thrusts her hands into my hair, bringing her body even closer to mine. So close my dick is wedged between us, the zipper digging into the hard length. He's so fucking desperate for her. So am I.
I need her closer.
"Dominic!" she gasps when I pick her up and turn, capturing her between the wall and my body. Her hands tighten in my hair. Her legs wrap around my waist to lock her in place. The motion tugs her dress up her thighs, flashing her blue panties at me.
"Fuck," I growl as her hot center aligns with my cock. Even through our clothing, I can feel the heat coming off of her, feel how much she wants me. I rock her against me, digging my hands into the soft swells of her ass cheeks. They overflow my palms, making my dick pulse. I'm going to worship this ass…won't be able to stop myself from doing it. It's been driving me insane for months now.
"Oh my gosh," she whispers, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That feels so much better than I dreamed it would."
Jesus. Does that mean she's never done this before?
Wait.
Does that mean she dreamed about doing this with me?
"Are you a virgin, sunshine?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"But you dreamed about me?" I ask. Blood roars through my veins at the thought that she's never been with anyone like this. That she's never wanted anyone as much as she wants me.
"Yes." Her cheeks heat, though I'm not sure if it's embarrassment or desire staining them such a lovely shade of pink.
"Often?" I rock her against me again, dipping my head to press kisses to her cleavage at the same time. Her intoxicating scent swirls in the air around me, making me dizzy with need.
"Yes," she admits, her head hitting the wall with an audible thump. Her body writhes as I kiss all over her chest and rock her soft body against my hard cock. She's an angel or a goddess or something too incredible to be wholly from this world—ethereal—but we fit together exactly right, aligning like puzzle pieces locking into place.
"What did I do to you in your dreams, Summer?"
"You wrecked me," she moans, not holding back or trying to hide from me. I love that. Love her honesty and how willingly she gives it to me. "Every night, Dominic. That's…that's why I decided to quit."
"You were quitting because you dreamed about me?" I pull back from worshipping her with my lips so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in ecstasy. She's so damn pretty. Jesus. How did I get so lucky? It's surreal to me that we're really right here, that she loves me. I should have seen it before now, should have realized that she never looks at anyone else the way she looks at me.
She bites her lip, her eyes opening to half-mast. They're so much darker than normal, an inky blue-black. She nods, watching me intently.
"Why?"
"I dreamed you told me that you loved me. You wanted to get me pregnant."
"Fuck." My cock throbs, cum spurting into my boxers at the thought of getting her pregnant. I've dreamed about it a thousand times myself. Dreamed about seeing her in one of her little dresses, her belly round with my baby, her skin glowing.
"I was scared you'd see it on my face and think I was crazy," she says, breaking off to moan when I grind her against me again. I can't seem to stop doing it. The heat of her pussy against my dick is bliss.
"See what on your face?"
"How bad I want to have your babies," she whispers. Her expression wavers between desire and uncertainty, like she isn't sure if she's allowed to say that or if she should say it. "I want it so bad, Dominic."
"Jesus, sunshine." My mind reels, trying to process that she's already on the same wavelength as me. Not a force in heaven or hell would have stopped me from claiming her had I known she wanted it just as badly as I do. I thought I needed to give her time, earn her forgiveness before she agreed to marry me. Well, fuck that. If my beautiful girl wants babies, I'm giving them to her.