Page 57 of Restore Me

His voice has an edge to it, a strain that wasn’t there a second ago, and I realize he needs me to say it. He needs me to tell him how much I want him, and I don’t want to deny him. Not when he’s already given me so much.

“You. It’s all for you.”

A feral growl rips from his throat as he presses his face between my legs and inhales. He stays like that, breathing me in, for a second, and I’m desperate for him to move. My hips churn in tiny circles, and I’m about to beg when he opens his mouth against me. His tongue parting my folds with wet glides that send heat pulsing through my blood.

“Oh God, yes.”

I rock my hips shamelessly into his mouth, meeting every lash of his wicked tongue in hopes of getting that perfect bit of friction on the bundle of nerves pulsating for him. When he finally sucks it into his mouth, my eyes roll back into my head. I put my hands on his broad shoulders while my leg flexes against his back, holding him close to my body even though he shows no signs of ever wanting to leave it.

Dominic releases his death grip on my ass and uses his free hand to hold me open for him. He lashes at my exposed clit over and over again before dipping inside of my soaked entrance.

“Shit.” I hiss. My back arches off the door again, and Dominic uses the one hand he has on my ass to rock me back and forth onto his sinful tongue. He fucks me with slow, shallow thrusts until I’m shaking and crazed, the orgasm building inside my core threatening to tear its way through my body.

I’m so close. One brush of his finger, or lash of his tongue over the swollen bud of nerves Dominic is currently neglecting, away from coming apart on his hand. Every time he pulls his tongue out and pushes back into me again, my walls ripple around him, telling him I’m on the edge.

Dominic pulls back, licking my essence off of his lips before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. I wiggle my hips, trying to get his mouth back where I need it, and he flashes me a devious grin. “Relax, angel.”

On his last word, he sinks one long, thick finger into me. The look he gives me is scorching hot as he pulls it out and slides it back in accompanied by another. His fingers are huge and brutal in their intrusion. There’s a bite of pain as he pushes deep inside me, stretching me out. It’s the most action I’ve had with another person in years, so it takes me a second to adjust. My nails dig into his shoulder.

“Dominic…oh, god. Dominic.”

“It’s okay, angel. I’ve got you.” He plants a soft kiss to my cleft. “Just relax.”

I push out air through my nose and try to follow his instructions. Dominic dips his head down again and gives me a long lick with the flat of his tongue before circling my clit with his lips. Sucking gently and rhythmically while his tongue flutters over the engorged bundle of nerves with a relentless hunger.

Everything in my core starts to tighten. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the orgasm that’s hovering just out of my reach, spurred on by the exquisite fullness his fingers provide when my walls clamp down on them. Pleasure ripples through me when his fingers finally start to move inside of me. Slow glides that have my hips churning, pumping into his mouth with reckless abandon while the open flame inside of me turns into a full-blown inferno.

My orgasm is so close I can almost taste it, and every word from my lips is a plea. More. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Please, Dominic. Please. It’s like my voice belongs to someone else. A mindless woman who’s desperate for the brutal ferocity of the fingers spearing me, the wicked tongue lashing at my clit and lapping up my juices like liquid honey rushing out of me. Dominic pushes in deeper, curling his fingers back so they massage the ridges along the front of my walls with every stroke.

“I’m close. Oh, god. I’m so close.”

“Let me have it, Sloane.”

I’m all sensation. Lost to everything but the deep, hot pressure at my core, building, and building until finally—with a vicious flick of his tongue—I break apart. The orgasm washes over me in fiery waves, and I cry out, my legs growing weak as warmth spreads through my entire body. Dominic supports my weight with his shoulders, using his tongue and fingers to prolong my pleasure. When the final tremor fades, he pulls back, and his beard is soaked from my orgasm.

He licks his lips. “So much better than my dreams, angel.”

Slowly, he places my foot back on the ground and withdraws from me. The little ‘pop’ his fingertips make as they leave my entrance is the only sound in the house. Dominic says something else, but I don’t hear it because I’m too busy conducting a silent examination of my mental state. There’s no lump in my throat or tears pricking my eyes, and only an infinitesimal amount of guilt and shame clawing at my chest.

So far, so good.

Dominic stands up slowly, studying my face with thoughtful eyes that have just a hint of wariness in them. It takes a moment for me to notice he’s not touching me anymore. His body is still close enough that his scent floods my senses and his heat bleeds into my damp skin, but his hands are at his sides.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he orders quietly.

“I’m okay.”

My legs are a bit wobbly, and both of my breasts are a little cold after being trussed up over my bra and exposed to the air for so long, but I’m delighted to find the words aren’t a lie. He gives me one more second before he reaches for me, pulling me into his body with enough force to elicit a sharp gasp from me. Mainly because it presses me right into his erection.

“If you’re not, you have to tell me. I know this isn’t easy for you, but I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Can I ask you a question?”

His fingers skate over my skin, drifting up my back to unhook my bra. “What is it?”

I almost forget what I want to say when his thumbs brush over my nipples. My skin is so sensitive. Still a little raw from being nuzzled and suckled by his busy mouth. “What happened to tying me down?”

He brushes a damp tendril from my temple and smiles. “Maybe next time. Right now, I want to get you to bed.”

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