"A lot I want to do to you," he adds.
He stands up and makes his way back in front of me, stretching out his arms on either side.
"Now take off my clothes," he commands, and I flush crimson again.
Me, take off his clothes?
The thought excites me but unnerves me as well, which is crazy given the number of times I've seen him with his clothes off.
I step closer and take off his jacket first.It drops to the floor with a thud and I allow myself the pleasure of scanning over the thick ripple of granite muscle pushing through his t-shirt.I take that off too and run my fingers over the line of his abs and over to his happy trail.Down I go until I tug on his belt buckle and undo it along with the zipper on his slacks.It feels like an adventure, and I hit the jackpot when I push his pants and boxers down, freeing his straining cock.
It juts out to me in a display of thickness and size, bouncing when he helps me out by stepping out of his shoes and clothes.
"What do you want to do with me, Candace Ricci?" He fills his palms with my breasts and squeezes."You looked like you wanted to eat me when I first walked in, so I thought I should ask first just to be polite."
I bite back a smile. "There's nothing polite about you, Dominic D'Agostino."
"No, baby, there is not, but every now and again I shock myself.Like I am now."
"What are you going to do to me tonight?"
"Fuck you until you can't walk.Your sweet pussy will be so sore I'll have to lick it better." There's no point in being shocked by his crass words, although like always I am."So, I'm giving you this round by allowing you to do what you want to me."
When he steps back and my eyes drop to his cock, I lick over my lips and I know what I want.
I want to taste him. When I suck his cock, he's different.It's like I'm in charge and I want to feel that kind of power tonight.
I move closer and his eyes widen with need when I get on my knees and reach for his cock.
"Fuck," he breathes out, returning his hands to my hair.
Taking hold of the base of his length, I pump up and down slowly, pushing out a bead of pre-cum that seeps out of the fat mushroom head.
When I bend my head and take him into my mouth, he groans and suddenly he feels like mine.
I have that feeling I craved, of being the one in charge.
I suck him hard at first then slowly, then purposefully slower when I see the thick veins in his neck strain.
He reaches down and starts massaging my breasts.Between us, caressing each other, we create the perfect rhythm of giving and taking.Until greed possesses me and I start sucking his cock like I want to own him.Greed is accompanied by desperation to taste his cum.He's never finished in my mouth.
He grabs my hair once more and starts fucking my face, his thrusts so relentless I have to tilt my head back to take him deeper and the speed of his pumps.
A tear streams down my cheek at the same time his cock stiffens in my mouth and he shoots his load, hitting the back of my throat.
It's warm and tastes like salt and sex.Like man, like him.
I take it all and swallow, closing my eyes to savor the flavor.When I open my eyes and see him watching me with a half shocked, half pleasure-filled expression I release him.
"I'm having that mouth of yours again, but I want you up against the wall in the shower."
I answer with a kiss and laugh when he scoops me up.I wrap my arms around him as he carries me away.
He studies me then, and I realize this is us as a couple.That’s what we feel like.
The moment the thought hits me,that guard I thought I placed up fades andmy mind opens to the possibility of trusting him with my heart again.
My mind opens because my heart is begging it to.
Only God knows how much I would love for this fantasy to be a reality.
I'm just afraid to try.