Page 82 of Restore Me

A hint of a smile touches his lips, and it tugs at the ball of desire forming in my womb, slowly unraveling it as waves of pleasure wrack my body. I reach up and grab my breast, rolling my nipple between my finger the way Dominic did in the elevator. My soft fingers don’t feel half as good as his do, but I close my eyes and imagine that it’s him touching me. Toying with the hard peak of my breast, pressing roughly into my clit and providing the perfect amount of friction.

“Oh, God.” I cry out, my head falling to the side to rest on my shoulder.

“That’s it, angel. You’re so fucking wet. I wish I was inside you right now so I could feel your walls clamping down on me, rippling around my dick while you soak me in your juices. You’re going to take every inch of me, Sloane. I’m going to pound into you, and I’m not going to stop until your greedy little pussy milks me for every last drop of cum.”

Once again, Dominic pushes me over the brink with filthy words that speak to a fantasy I’ve only entertained in my head. My orgasm slams into me, a tidal wave of sensation washing me into a sea of pleasure that has my knees buckling. His hands go to my hips, spinning me around and lowering me gently to his lap with my back to his chest. He grips my chin, tipping my mouth up to his, so he can swallow my moans. My breathing is ragged when he pulls back and smiles at me.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

I wiggle my ass over his erection. “Mhmm. Is this my reward?”

“Yes.” He plants a soft kiss to my temple. “I’m going to let you take care of this for me.”

A fresh wave of excitement blooms in my chest. I know sex isn’t on the table, but just the idea of seeing Dominic’s dick, knowing that I can touch and taste him, has the familiar hum of desire coursing through my veins. It’s so fierce, so strong you would think I hadn’t just found my own release.

Twisting in his lap, I catch his mouth in a slow, licking kiss that contains every bit of gratitude and excitement I feel right now. Then I pull away so I don’t end up grinding on some other part of his body before I get the chance to collect my prize.

With a final kiss to his lips, I sink to my knees in front of him. The tile digs into my skin, and it’s slightly uncomfortable, but I don’t care. My hands shake as I undo his belt buckle and then the button on his jeans. I hesitate on his zipper for a second, my fingers brushing over the bulge in his pants. Part of me is nervous, seriously doubting my ability to fit all of him in my mouth, while the other part is screaming at me to stop fucking around and just try. Dominic makes a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat.

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts, angel.”

I peek up at him through my eyelashes. “Just giving myself a little pep talk. It’s been a while since I’ve done this you know.”

A hum of appreciation rumbles in his chest. “Yes, I know.”

There’s no mistaking the satisfaction coating his words, and suddenly all the years I spent alone, denying my body true intimacy and cultivating an extreme case of skin hunger, start to feel like a gift rather than a self-imposed punishment. Because all of those lonely nights, all of those awkward brush-offs and flat-out lies to get out of dinner invites, brought me to this moment right here.

Kneeling before a man who understands what this all means to me, who’s as desperate to have all of my firsts as I am to give them to him.

I lick my lips and relish in the soft glide of his zipper coming down, putting me one step closer to my reward. Dominic hisses as I reach inside his briefs. His dick springs free, standing tall and proud, brutally erect and already weeping precum for me. He’s so thick and impossibly long, I know I won’t be able to take all of him in my mouth, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try. I dive forward, wrapping one fist around his base and squeezing gently as I lap up the cum sliding from his flared tip down his shaft.

“God damn,” Dominic says roughly, one of his hands fisting in my curls to hold my hair back from my face. “That’s incredible. Do it again and look at me this time.”

The rasp in his voice coupled with the taste of him on my tongue has me pressing my legs together, squirming desperately against the need building in the pit of my stomach. But it only worsens when I flatten my tongue against his shaft and meet his eyes. Our gazes stay locked as I explore every bulging vein and smooth ridge, committing it all to memory. The clean and masculine smell of him. The indescribable feel of steel sheathed in velvet. The sharp intake of breath as I flick my tongue around his crown, swirling it several times before opening wide and taking the first few inches of him into the wet heat of my mouth.

“Fuck.”

I pull back, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard on the way up. I need both of my hands for balance, so I give his base one final squeeze before letting go and sliding my mouth back down his length. Letting him hit the back of my throat in one glide that still leaves several inches of him exposed. Dominic groans loudly as he stares down at me, his face twisted in a harsh mask of desire and fracturing control.

“Holy shit, Sloane.” His hips stir restlessly, rocking up into my mouth on their own volition.

The unconscious movement sends a rush of triumph through me. I want to see him unravel, to be the reason he’s falling apart, but it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to hold still and let my body adjust to this invasion.

I shift on my knees, more from the building pressure in my womb than the feel of the hard tile digging into them, and pull in a breath through my nose. My eyes are starting to water, a tear falls down my cheek and hits black denim as my jaw burns and stretches to accommodate his girth.

Dominic’s hand tightens in my hair and tugs, trying to pull me back up. I reach up and grasp his wrist, stopping him from moving me. When he stills, I remove my hand and take another deep breath through my nose before coming back up, tongue fluttering over his tip repeatedly before sliding back down again.

“Relax your throat, angel. You’re almost there.”

On the next glide, I do exactly as he says and manage to capture those last few inches. Dominic swears loudly, his free hand joining the other one at the back of my head as I take every inch of him over and over again. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the veins in his arms straining under his skin. He’s fighting to let me set the pace, to be gentle with me.

But I don’t want him gentle, I want him half-mad with wanting me, too far gone to be a gentleman, too crazed with the need to come to remember to be careful with me. I want him to use me, to take every bit of pleasure he’s denied himself since this started from my body. I want to ruin him for every other woman in the world just like he’s ruined me.

More tears sting my eyes and my lungs burn, begging for a full breath, but I don’t care. Nothing matters now except driving the man in front of me crazy. I bare my teeth, dragging them gently up his shaft with the next pull. And I don’t know exactly how I expected Dominic to react, but the animal-like growl of satisfaction that rips from his throat is enough to make me moan. The sound vibrates around his sensitive flesh and finally sends him over the edge.

“Fuck yes, angel.” He groans. “That’s so damn perfect.”

With both of his hands on the back of my head, Dominic takes over the rhythm. He pulls me up roughly, letting me get one full breath before driving me back down onto his dick. His hips buck up, meeting my waiting mouth and sliding down my throat in brutal glides that make me squirm. I’m so wet, so turned on from driving him to the point of no return, my arousal is coating my thighs.

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