Page 75 of Worth the Vow

“From this moment, you’re mine.”

The feminist in me decides to make an appearance at that moment. “Oh? Does that mean you’re mine?”

Dominic chuckles painfully. “Baby, I’ve been yours since the moment we said I Do.”

Wrapping his arm around my midsection, he pushes upward as he pulls me down, his thick cock stretching me in ways I’ve never imagined. This position rubs right against my G-spot, a location I couldn’t even find, but as soon as Dominic entered me, I knew where it was. We sit stationary for a moment as I adjust to his thickness, and I find myself swirling my hips. I gasp at the exquisite sensation, throwing my head back to rest against Dominic’s shoulder behind me.

“You look fucking edible like this, Katharine,” he growls as both hands slide up to cup my breasts, plucking the nipples harshly. I cry out, the sound a mix between pain and divine pleasure, as I continue rotating my hips so the base of his cock hits my clit. I think it can’t get any better than this, until Dominic begins to move.

The guttural moan that leaves my body is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It reverberates around the room and into the hallway, loud enough that, if the windows were open, the neighbors would undoubtedly be concerned. The sound returns almost each time Dominic thrusts into me. He’s hitting erogenous zones I had no idea existed in my body, tiny pinpricks of bliss that I think only he can find. I reach behind me to grab ahold of his hair, and he latches onto my neck.

An orgasm like no other is barreling toward me at breakneck speed. I’m both anticipating it and fearful of it at the same time, a juxtaposition of emotions as I realize Dominic is doing exactly what he said he’d do: he’s ruining me for anyone else. No way will I be able to go back to lackluster missionary sex where I may, or may not, get off. Dominic is the new standard.

“Dominic, can I come?” I cry out.

“Not yet,” he grunts against my neck, hammering into me with both arms wrapped tightly around me. I’ve never tried to fight off an orgasm before, and I don’t know how to do it.

“I can’t stop it,” I moan.

“Yes, you can,” he snaps. “One more minute.”

I think I might actually die in one more minute. Fairly certain I’ve lost feeling in my feet, my left eye won’t stay open, and I don’t think I’m actually moving at all.

“Eyes open, Katharine. Watch us,” Dominic commands, his voice deep and rasping as he continues pummeling into me at a rapid pace. I struggle to lift my head and open my eyes, but when I do, I look first at his face. Pure lust exudes from his gaze, his eyes as black as night. As I watch our bodies, Dominic moves his hands to bracket my stomach, and I slide my own hands over his. He immediately links our fingers together tightly. “Are you close?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan breathlessly. He takes our joined hands down and presses one finger against my clit while the other hands push against my stomach, thus making his cock slam against my G-spot over and over again. A kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my eyelids as I come, an insanely intense orgasm, making me hold my breath as I ride out the wave. My walls clamp down on Dominic so hard that he groans immediately, coating my walls with his own release.

I don’t realize I’ve passed out until a few minutes later when I wake up, still on top of him, but lying back onto the bed. “What happened?”

“I think you passed out because you forgot to breathe,” he comments. “Scared the hell out of me, baby. Don’t do that again.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I mutter.

“I know. It makes me feel better to remind you not to do it, though,” he admits.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Anxiety is weird.”

“I guess,” I comment, yawning. I stretch, aware that my body is vibrating with endorphins and the delicious cramping of a good fucking.

“How do you feel about baths?” Dominic asks.

“I’m pro-bath.”

“Are you pro-bath with a husband?”

“I think I could be pro-bath with a husband, yes,” I respond, a smile covering my face.

Dominic sits up, forcing me into a sitting position, and I wince as I realize he’s still inside me. “Good. A nice, hot, bath will keep you limber and relaxed. You’re gonna need that for what I have planned next.”

It turns out I’m definitely pro-bath with a husband. Dominic has a huge soaker tub in his en suite bathroom, and it’s the perfect size for the two of us. At first we faced each other, talking nonstop about our childhoods. Eventually he dragged me into his arms, cuddling me close as we talked about our hopes and dreams. It sounds cliche, but it was perfect.

My favorite part, however, was talking about what we thought we’d grow up to be as adults.

“It doesn’t matter what I wanted to be. I always knew I’d do something for the hotel,” Dominic says with a shrug.

“Knowing you’d do something, but wishing to be something else are two different things,” I point out. “That’s like me saying I didn’t have any dreams while in high school because I was caring for my mom, so that was my lot in life.”

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