I let out a moaning noise as the water blasts against my sex, hot and urgent, sizzling against my clit as I shift it back and forth.
I never let myself go like this, but there’s something about Dom that ignites a fire inside of me, so I can’t stop as I drag the hot blasting water up and down my sex, burning against my lips and teasing my clit tantalizingly.
I bite down and my toes curl as I imagine him leaning down so he can slide his manhood up between my thighs.
In the fantasy I know exactly what to do, exactly the right noises to make, and the right position to put my body into to best please my man, arching my back and pushing my ass out so he can bring his engorged helm to my hole in an intoxicating kiss.
In my mind I don’t have to let the nerves stop me from unleashing all the pent-up desire inside of me, grinding up and down his body as I shift my hips down, bringing my sex toward his cock, sitting back, and then feeling him slide inside of me.
I angle the water, gasping as my clit starts to burn and my lips set aflame, as my belly swirls with desire and my head goes fuzzy with the impending orgasm. All I can do is keep moving the shower head, gyrating my hips, so consumed with the fantasy now I truly believe he’s inside of me.
I close my eyes tighter, seeing red, a whole landscape of desire blooming across my tightly shut eyelids.
I try my best to hold Dom’s image through the mess of sensation, through the blotting pleasure, making it impossible to think of anything else except for the desire moving through my body.
“Fuck,” I whimper when my hole quivers and begins to pulse, I’m sure any second the orgiastic release is going to thunder through me.
I’m so close to squirting down my legs.
I can feel it, the pressure building inside of me, as though my womb is gathering up all my shivering energy and getting ready for one massive soul-consuming release.
Oh, God, close, closer…
I let out a gasp, telling myself any second now I’m going pulsate on the end of Dom’s cock, pleasing him in my mind in all the ways I’d never be able to in real life.
Confidence has never come easily to me, but now I claim it, I own it.
I push the shower head right up against my center, grinding my lips against it, completely lost to the euphoria.
So. Freaking. Close.
Chapter Eleven
Dominik
“Tired, boy?” I murmur when I kneel next to Lucky.
He’s curled up on Daniella’s bed, a happy smile on his face, his head resting on his paws. I reach down and scratch him behind the ear, glancing around the room to see if Daniella is on the balcony.
But even though her laptop is out, I don’t see her.
Then I hear it, coming from the bathroom, the noise of the shower and, underneath it…
Oh, fuck.
My cock gives a jerk as I turn away from Lucky, striding across the room to the ensuite door. I’m glad when the little man decides to stay curled up on her bed, and again that crazy thought strikes me that he’s actively working to push Daniella and me together like Lucky’s got some grand plan for our future.
I walk over to the door, placing my ear against it, the tension at the base of my manhood becoming too much I almost reach down and grab my cock through my pants.
This is just what I need after the hectic day I’ve had, after spending millions in advances to keep the dock workers safe, upping the security on all our businesses to make sure Flavio doesn’t try anything.
Part of me was pissed when we couldn’t get a hold of Luca right away – to meet about ousting Flavio – but another part of me thrummed with relief.
It meant I got to return home, to my woman, and her sexy-as-fuck moaning.
I groan when another peal of shivering moaning reaches me, and then I grab the door handle and turn it softly.
Maybe this is crossing a line, but I don’t give a damn.
I own those moans. I own the body she’s pleasuring. I own every single fucking part of her, and nothing’s going to stop me from claiming her.
I push the door open and slide inside, closing it softly, relieved there’s a door separating us from Lucky, and doubly relieved he’s fast asleep so he won’t hear any of this.
I stride across the bathroom, the helm of my cock pushing against my zipper, aching as it tries to explode out of my pants.
She’s pushed up against the wall of the shower, pumping her hips with the shower head between her legs.
The glass is steamed up, showing me her silhouette and nothing else.