Page 62 of A Seed Of Peril

When I opened the door, I immediately stopped, my hand frozen on the handle as I stared at the man standing in front of me, shaken. In a nicely pressed suit that was black as sin with his arms behind his back, he said my favorite word.

“Bellissima.”

“You’re home!”were the only words I could conjure up at that moment. I launched myself at Dominic, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my body to his. He was here, in the flesh. I looked up at him, dumbfounded and on cloud nine all at once. “You’re really here.” My cheeks ached from smiling so widely.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, I’ve missed you, too,” I voiced, my longing for the man I loved nearing its boiling point before this moment. I then nudged his head forward to capture his mouth with mine in a passionate, frenzied kiss. We shoved our tongues in each other’s mouths, rearing to suck our lips off at this pace.

“Knees… Up,” Dominic said breathlessly.

Trusting him, I secured my hold on his neck and hopped just enough for him to grab the back of my thighs. My thighs squeezed his hips. He walked us out of our son’s room and directly across the hall without breaking focus, soon opening our bedroom door. Turning us around, he leaned over.

“On the chair.”

Knowing what he meant, I dropped my journal, pen, and phone onto the armchair near the door.

Kicking the door closed, he then walked us to our bed and set me down on my back, my legs still wrapped around his waist as we continued to consummate our mouths. Dominic unwrapped my arms and slipped a pillow behind my head. Suddenly, he pulled away and stood tall, lust clouding his eyes as he unfastened his belt, yanking it through its loops and tossing it aside. He hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pushing them and his briefs down his thighs, letting them fall around his feet. His fingers wrapped over the band of my leggings and underwear, swiftly yanking them down. I yelped in surprise, biting my lip and parting my thighs.

“I guess youhavemissed me, haven’t you,Bellissima?”

He was right. Fuck, was he so fucking correct; aside from just being physically away from him for so long, my body craved this. Yearned for this. One night while Dominic was away, I tried getting myself off. While it quenched my thirst slightly, it wasn’t the same.

Nodding, I closed my eyes, Dominic’s nakedness an angelic vision in my head. I lifted my arms above my head as I heard him stroking himself, his cock slicked with precum. He brought his cock to my entrance, a pleasurable, tingly sensation blossoming within me as he pushed the tip of his cock inside. His hot breath fanned over my face as he leaned down, pinning my wrists to the mattress.

“I’m going to fuck you, then we’re getting our hands dirty.”

“How dirty?” I asked, taking myself back a bit with how seductive that sounded.

“Bloody.”

Nico Nasuti…

I opened my eyes. “You got him,” I breathed.

My gasp turned into a loud, drawn-out moan as Dominic rammed his cock into me.

“Eyes. On. Me,” he commanded, sending a pleasurable slither through my veins.

He pulled out and then drove back into me.

In.

Out.

I comfortably wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing my thighs, grinding against him in a need for more. He touched his forehead to mine, rocking his hips faster. Driving into me harder, grunting. The way his face twisted, he was close. My pleasure heightened, my heart racing. It was warmer. Much warmer. Sweat beaded on Dominic’s brow. The euphoric feeling I had desperately wanted had me in its control.

I was teetering on that edge.

So was Dominic.

I arched my back, moaning, rubbing my breasts against his chest.

“Fuck,” he growled against my mouth.

I moaned. He groaned. One final rough thrust, his come spilt into me as I unraveled, milking him of every last drop.

We panted, catching our breath and coming down from our highs as we gazed into each other’s eyes, drunk off our orgasms.

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