Page 83 of 4th Degree

Then the inside of my knee.

Then up the inside of my thigh, with dizzying gentleness.

When his lips finally near my pussy, I’m trembling with anticipation. And when he moves back to repeat the process on my other leg, I become a babbling mess.

“Please, please touch me. I need you to touch me. I need you inside me. Dominic, please, I can’t stand another second?—”

I’m so wound up that by the time he presses a single kiss to my clit, I’m on the verge of an orgasm. And when he roughly shoves my legs wider, latches onto my pussy with his mouth, and drives two fingers inside me, I detonate like a bomb.

I think I scream through it, my muscles tensed as euphoria consumes me. When the sensations finally abate, my throat is sore and my hands are no longer dutifully held above my head, but sunken into Dominic’s hair to hold him against me. He doesn’t look in a hurry to go anywhere, though—when I glance down, he’s almost reverent in the way he kisses and licks me.

Eventually, he moves up my body and takes my mouth in a kiss. When I silently beg for his tongue, for the taste of my pleasure, he groans and guides his cock inside me. His thrusts don’t start gentle, he doesn’t wait for me to get used to his size. He just fucks me.

The closeness of our bodies does something to me. With every drive of his hips, his chest slides along mine, the subtle hair on his chest brushing against my nipples and sparking another wave of arousal. And with the way he’s flat against me, it also means the base of his cock is grinding into my clit.

I’ve never come without someone’s hand on my clit, but Dominic is about to blow that right out of the water.

“Christ, you feel so good,” he groans into another kiss. He hasn’t stopped kissing me—it’s like he’s starving for the taste of my lips.

“You’re going to make me come,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back as I hold him to me. I’m so. close. I just need a little more.

He must read it in my face, because he immediately starts to thrust with harder, measured strokes that massage that spot inside me. And I come apart on his cock.

He stops kissing me long enough to watch my face as it happens. His expression looks awed, and despite the filthy way he’s fucking me, it makes me feel beautiful.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, again proving how in sync we are. His thrusts slow as he fucks me through the last ripples of my orgasm.

Grabbing a pillow, he slides it under my lower back, propping my hips up for a better angle. I feel exposed, especially when he pushes my legs wide, but seeing his eyes light with hunger all over again makes any insecurities vanish. I drop my knees even wider and arch my back.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans, looking down to watch as he slowly fucks into me, and I can hear how wet I am. “I swear I could come just from looking at you.”

One hand leaves my thigh and grips the base of his cock, pulling it out and guiding the tip to rub against my clit. I whimper at the touch, already overstimulated from everything he’s done to me, yet finding myself eager for more.

He slides his length between my lips, then traces his tip down my slit. I expect him to push inside me and start fucking me again, but his touch suddenly slips even lower.

I freeze, my eyes widening at the feel of it. I’ve never had anyone go near my ass, so the touch is a shock.

Dominic notices my reaction and quickly moves back to my clit. “Sorry,” he murmurs.

But…now I’m kind of curious.

“It’s okay, you just surprised me,” I admit.

He meets my eyes. Looking for honesty, after a moment, he finds it. “Yeah?” he asks.

I bite into my lower lip and give a small nod in answer. After a second’s hesitation, he reads the consent for what it is and lets go of his length to instead slide two fingers inside my pussy. I’m drenched after two orgasms, so when he moves one down to my ass, his finger is coated and can easily rub a smooth circle around the puckered hole.

I squirm a little, trying to get used to the feeling. Even when he starts to press a little bit, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, just odd.

When the tip of his finger breaks through the barrier, I suck in a breath. But then his other hand starts to play with my clit, and my body immediately relaxes into the sensation. Dominic uses that as an opportunity to slide in a little bit deeper, and I find myself moaning and spreading my legs wider.

I pout in disappointment when he does the opposite of my silent request. He leaves me empty and climbs off the bed, but it isn’t until he pulls a small tub of Vaseline out of his gym bag that I realize what he’s doing. I start to feel the tingles of nervousness.

Dominic sees it, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to my lips. “If you want to stop, we stop. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. Okay?”

Looking into his eyes, I can see he’s being genuine. Not just about the stopping part, but also about him only wanting to do things that I’m sure of.

My nerves abate, and a trickle of excitement takes their place.

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