“Look at those perfect tits.”
I started to sweat, beads forming on my entire body, between my breasts, down the length of my spine. And I was wet, my pussy so soaked for him that when he did slide into me, the motion would be fluid, easy. Perfect.
“I want you,” he finally said, and I swallowed. His voice was a husky growl, one that sounded more animal than man. “You want me?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
He reached down and lewdly gripped himself through his jeans. “You see how hard I am for you, how much I want you?”
The fact that I felt so alive with Dom scared the hell out of me. Wanting him terrified me. But it was my desire for him that controlled everything right now.
And it was that uncertainty, that fear, that excited me the most.
He took a step toward me until he was only a few inches away from me. Dom reached out and cupped my chin with his forefinger and thumb. For long seconds, he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, didn’t even breathe. He just gently held my chin and stared at my lips. The air around us was hot, charged with lust.
“You’re trembling, baby,” he whispered.
Yeah, I was.
“Are you afraid of me?”
I shook my head right away. “No.”
“Then why are you shaking?”
“Because of how much I want you.”
He hummed low and leaned in so his lips were close to mine. “That’s what I like to fucking hear, but admit it, baby. Admit you’re kind of afraid of how this is all going.”
I was silent for long seconds. I wouldn’t lie to him. I’d always tell him the truth, even if that truth could fuck everything up.
He slid his free hand along my side, over my outer thigh, and around to cup my ass. My pussy tingled, and my clit throbbing in time with my pulse. He’d barely touched me and I felt like I was on the verge of coming.
“Do you like this?” He gave my ass a squeeze and moved his other hand, the one that had been holding my chin, down my chest to cup one of my breasts. “You like what I’m doing to you? Touching you?”
“God. Yes.” Shit, I sounded like I was begging.
He ran his fingers over my areola, along my hard little nipple. He never once looked away from me as he cupped my breasts, tweaked the tip until I curled my toes. He made this deep, gruff sound in the back of his throat.
“Say my name when you say you want this.”
Another gasp of pleasure left me.
“I want you, Dom.” I closed my eyes and breathed through the sensations.
“Damn, baby. Hearing you say that could make me come right now.”
And then Dom had me in his arms, both of his hands cupping my ass. He turned and strode toward the bed. I knew that without even seeing, knew that from the focused intent on his face, in the way he touched me.
I was on the mattress as the world spun, and I felt flushed with need. The sheets were cold against my overheated flesh, and I reached out and gripped them, curling my hands into the soft material.
And then I watched as he got undressed, as he looked at me the entire time. I felt like prey to a very dangerous predator. I was primed for him, so ready for his big cock.
Once he was naked, I lowered my gaze to his crotch. My pussy clenched with the need to be filled by him, to see how much pain and pleasure there would be trying to fit all of that into my body.
“Spread your fucking legs for me. Let me see how wet your cunt is.”
I didn’t even think of disobeying. I braced her feet flat on the bed, spread wide until my pussy lips parted for him, and held my breath as I waited for him to respond, to react.
He didn’t speak, just kept his focus on my pussy and stepped closer until he was at the edge of the bed. For a second, he was frozen in place, but then he reached out and smoothed his fingers through my slit. I cried out in pleasure.
Dom slid his fingers to my clit and added pressure. I arched my back, needing more.
He moved even closer until he was on the bed now, leaning over me, above me. His body was so muscular that he blocked out everything behind him. And then he was lowering himself between my legs, his mouth… God, his mouth was so close to my pussy that his warm breath had my inner muscles clenching.
“You ever have anyone taste this sweet little pussy?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “No. Never.”
“Good.”
A shiver worked through me. I made a soft sound in the back of my throat, not caring that the noise had left me, that I sounded desperate. His mouth was right over my pussy, but he didn’t lick me, didn’t move his tongue along that sensitive part, even though I ached for him to do just that. Instead, he moved his body up mine until his mouth was right over my nipple. I arched my back, trying to thrust my chest against his mouth. Dom groaned and ran his tongue over the hard tip.