Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty 4)

Her finger traces along her sternum, the burgundy of her nail dark against her honey skin, and I watch the path she takes, letting her lead me along to wherever she wants to direct my gaze.

“Like this?” she teases.

“Beautiful. But not enough to get my shirt off. More.”

Her pupils dilate at the challenge, and she brings her hands up her body, taking a breast in each one. She uses her thumbs to tease at her nipples, my fingers undoing my tie as they harden into diamond points that beg for my tongue.

I press my lips together, denying myself her taste so that I can watch her. Instead, I begin unbuttoning my shirt slowly, rewarding her continued movements.

“Yes, keep doing that, Allison,” I growl, shrugging my shirt off and then tracing my rough palms over my chest as her eyes devour my skin. “Spread your legs.”

She obeys, placing her feet flat on the bed and letting her knees splay open to give me an unobstructed view of her pink pussy.

“Like this?”

I nod, groaning. “Good girl. So pretty. Now feel how wet you already are.”

Allie’s right hand moves like it has a mind of its own, down her belly to her core, cupping herself and moaning as her head falls to the side and her eyes flutter closed. She strokes, the warmth burning against her fingers I’m sure, but she doesn’t dip inside . . . she wants permission.

“Please,” she begs. She’s so naturally obedient, strong but right now so turned on and wanting to make me happy. I’m ecstatic.

“No need to beg. Touch yourself,” I encourage her, undoing my belt and then the clasp on my pants. “Give yourself what you need.”

She whines, knowing that I have what she really needs, but she begins sliding a finger along her slit, spreading her honey up over her clit. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I ease my zipper down, the soft click of the metal teeth pulling apart bringing her eyes back to me.

“Take it out, Dominick. Let me see you too.”

My eyes flick between hers, dark with lust, and her fingers, which disappear inside her and reappear, shiny with her arousal. I’m torn, needing to grip myself, needing to taste her, needing to fuck her. The war rages inside me, filling me with lust.

But I know that my thirst for her requires sating first, and I drop to my knees at her bedside. “Let me taste you. Rub your clit.”

She cries out but does it. Her hips buck into her hand as my tongue licks along her pussy, drinking her down. I reach up, laying my forearm across her hips, holding her in place.

“Faster, Allison,” I order, my words muffled by her wet lips against my mouth. “Let me see you make yourself come all over my face. I want to taste your cum. Then I’ll fuck you deep and hard, just the way you want.”

I can feel her eyes as she looks down her body at me, but my gaze is locked on her hand, watching her fingers blur across her clit and timing my licks with her pace. I add my thumb, teasing in circles at her asshole, and I feel her clench and relax against me.

And then every muscle in her body freezes, tight and coiled in anticipation of the moment, and then she suddenly unfurls beneath me, free in her explosion. It’s exactly what I want for her, both here in this bed and in life, for her to find her freedom wrapped in the cocoon of my love.

I flip her over, placing the pillow under her hips to arch her back. Kicking my pants and shoes off, I crawl up on my knees, lifting her hips until my cock is ready, pressed against her. She looks back over her shoulder, and my heart stops for an instant as I freeze. She gives me the slightest of nods, and I sheathe myself inside her deeply with one powerful stroke.

Instantly, my heart resumes beating, my soul is cleansed of the sin I inflict upon it everyday, and my mind quiets in peace. I am here, no future to consider, no plans to manipulate, no concerns weighing my shoulders down. I’m where I’m supposed to be, with the woman I’m meant to be with. Forever.

Allie sighs, and I tell myself it’s because she feels complete with me inside her as well, but I don’t dare ask, not sure I could withstand an unexpected answer when all my defenses are down.

“Ohh, Dom . . . move. I need you to move.”

I squeeze her ass, loving the way it clenches under my hand as I lean in and kiss her shoulder softly, growling when I pull back.

“When I’m ready. Right now, I’m enjoying the way your velvet walls grip me, kissing along my cock, like your greedy pussy has been waiting just for me.”