Page 77 of A Seed Of Peril

“You’ll never walk alone.”

He was right, and I was foolish in thinking he wouldn’t be at my side. That he wouldn’t offer me his strength to lean on and take from when I struggled to maintain the grasp on my own.

Dominic began kissing me, his rhythm delicate. He accepted my tongue, pouring more passion. I squeezed his hand, pulling from his strength as I threw the rest of mine into not crumbling apart. My breathing steadied. My anxiety settled some. I relaxed into his palm, sliding my other hand up along his side and bringing it past his neck and down past his shoulder blades. I spread my fingers, lifting and pressing my breasts against his naked chest in need. A breathy moan snuck out.

“What do you want?” His voice was deep and smooth like silk, his words humming against my mouth.

My nipples hardened.

“You,” I murmured, and then, Dominic stopped kissing me and pulled away. I released his hand.

He stood up and undid his belt, then unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks, and I watched them fall past his thighs to his feet. His cock was rock hard as he kicked his clothes aside and climbed into the tub with me. Dominic turned on the tub jets and straddled himself above me, holding onto the porcelain for support as he lowered himself within reach for another, longer, more passionate kiss. I spread my legs, pressing my pussy up against his pelvis, bucking my hips, thirsty for his cock. I kept my hands at his sides, feeling along his body, making noises of need against his mouth.

“Please.” My plea rode on a moan. I brought my knees up, gliding my thighs up and down his, lowering my right leg into the water but not all the way. I moaned louder as my clit tingled with pleasure, a weak shudder coursing through my body.

Skipping foreplay, Dominic lined his cock at my entrance, and I gasped as he stretched me open, quickly finding his rhythm. Splashes of water threatened to spill out of the tub as he increased his pace. His pelvis rubbed against my clit in all the right ways, bringing on that familiar haze.

We groaned and moaned into each other’s mouths, our breathing becoming labored. I dug my nails into his flesh, evoking a groan from deep within Dominic’s chest. He stopped kissing me and started kissing the side of my neck, paying special attention to where the carotid artery was. Water splashed over the edge of the tub as I arched at the same time he rode me harder.

The haze intensified. A fuzzy, warm feeling spread through me, akin to wrapping a fleece blanket around me while sitting by a crackling fire in a cozy cabin on a cold, winter night. More water spilled onto the tile floor. I pawed at Dominic’s back, raking my nails up and down. Sinking my nails into the back of his neck, I panted, fisting some of his hair, begging him to never stop. He trailed kisses to the spot under my ear, kissing its shell.

“You need to come, don’t you,” he rasped.

“Yes,” I breathed, raking my nails against his scalp. My release was so close, I swore I could almost touch it. “Fuck.” I closed my eyes, paradise dangling on a string.

“Then come.”

I gasped, the warmth of his breath bringing me to ecstasy as my walls squeezed his cock. After another, harder thrust, he loudly groaned his release, emptying deep inside me. My throbbing pussy milked every drop. Dominic bore some of his weight on me while coming off his high, soon lifting off me.

When I opened my eyes, I found him staring, lust still in his red eyes. I touched his cheek, brushing my thumb on the corner of his bottom lip. Sweat beaded on his brows.

“You always know how to loosen me up.”

A smug, playful smirk snaked across his lips.

Monday, May 15, 2017

I leftthe women’s restroom of Kostas yet again, my frequent trips to take a piss outdoing itself with each passing week. Numerous times, I considered temporarily living in our bathroom. Five more weeks. I felt blessed to be pregnant, but I just had to get through five more weeks. Might as well have been an entire fucking eternity.

I glanced out the window on my way back to our booth, wanting to one day enjoy a meal at a table outside. Kostas had a few four-seater tables in front of their restaurant. Sitting in one of those chairs now would’ve made my body ache. I dealt with enough aches and pains as it was.

A little girl at a table with her family waved and said hello as I walked by. She couldn’t have been older than four or five. I returned a small wave and gave her a smile, nodding in acknowledgement to her mother. I looked forward to family outings with my son. I wanted him to see the world. I wanted him to have opportunities I only dreamed of.

Vincenzo kicked, stealing my attention. I placed my palm over that spot on my belly, smiling to myself.

Anthony’s laughter reached my ears. He, Dominic, Angelo, and the man of the hour, Dino, conversed over their meals, laughing and stuffing their faces without a care in the world. Katrina took a bite out of another zucchini fritter off her plate—the actual name of her dish was a tongue twister—while Dominic, sitting next to her, gave me a slow once-over, trailing his eyes up and down, his lip curving just enough to clue me in to the dirty thoughts milling in his mind.

He never tired of my body. Even in my current state. It made me feel good. Wanted and secure.

Helping me into my place at the curved booth, Dominic made sure I was good and comfortable, resting a protective arm along the top of the seat behind me. He took a bite of his serving of a dish calledPastitsio, tuning again into the chatter. To anyone,Pastitsiolooked like traditional lasagna, but instead of lasagna noodles, the dish used tubular noodles. Ground lamb replaced ground beef, and the menu listed additional layers of béchamel sauce and tomato sauce that had hints of cinnamon and nutmeg. The melted, stretchy cheese on top made it perfect.

Mouth full with the first bite of his second gyro, Dino flipped off Anthony—in that special, brotherly way, of course. I chuckled, clueless on what happened as I gathered more of my Greek salad onto my fork, dipping it in the cup of tzatziki sauce I requested on the side.

Vincenzo also enjoyed my dinner, squirming and kicking in the particular way he did whenever I ate something he agreed with.

Dominic angled closer to me, dipping his head to speak in my ear.

“Just say the word, and we can go home.”

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