Page 15 of Untouchable

Dominic took a step back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his pants. She could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it by the waging emotions on his face.

“Touch yourself,” he groaned, obviously those second thoughts leaving him.

Chloe reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her panties, doing what he said instantly. They weren’t anything sexy, just a pair of white bikini underwear. Could he see how soaked the material was? She didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt the fabric was so wet he could see the small, triangular shape of trimmed hair between her thighs.

The air practically slammed in and out of him. His respirations were so increased and his eyes so glazed over she knew she was breaking his control.

What she was about to do was bold and wanton and so unlike Chloe, but she wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as hot as she was.

She pulled the material to the side and exposed her soaked cleft. Her clit throbbed when the air touched it, and a gasp left her. She was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties wereout of the way she could feel her cream slide down her cleft. Anxiety suddenly slammed into her when she realized what she was doing. Never had she been so extreme, never had she tried to be the seductress. Heart slamming hard against her ribs, she ran the pad of one of her fingers along the swollen rise of her labia.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “More.”

She rubbed the bundle of nerves slowly before pulling it back so it showed her inner lips. Could he see how pink she was? Could he see how engorged her clit was? She could feel the tiny bud pulse and swell from her arousal. Just having her fingers so close to it was enough to have her on the verge of an orgasm.

“I can’t stop this, Chloe,” he said right before he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his hips.

She felt her eyes widen when she finally got a look at what he had hidden behind his jeans. His cock was huge, thick and long, the head flared and bulbous and already seeping pre-cum at the tip. She licked her lips and heard him groan. The sound made her lift her gaze to his. He took a step toward her and dropped down onto his knees. Then he looked up at her, their gazes holding, her breath stalling.

“I want to taste you.”

She licked her lips and nodded slowly. God, she wanted that, too.

He leaned in, and the grunt of pleasure that left him was almost violent.

“You smell so fucking good,” he said right before he placed his mouth on her pussy, right over her panties.

She leaned back and braced herself on the counter once more. He was slow and methodic in his ministrations. But then she heard the sound of fabric tearing, and she looked down the length of her body to watch as Dominic tossed the remnants of her panties to the side.

He was an animal between her legs, licking and sucking, probing and teasing her until she murmured his name over and over, until she felt like she’d combust. He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked her clit in his mouth. Chloe found herself grinding her pussy against his mouth, and he growled in response, in approval. And then she felt her climax peak right before it claimed her.

She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking her, and that only made her orgasm seem to go on longer. It felt like an eternity that the pleasure consumed her, and only when she sagged against the counter did he let go of her clit. But he wasn’t done yet, not if the feel of him licking a path down her slit and pushing his tongue into her pussy was anything to go by.

In and out he probed her body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to her clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. She could feel another intense orgasm approach and felt her whole body tighten in response.

“Come again, baby. I want to taste you, Chloe. I want your cream down my throat.”

She was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had her whole body shaking, and she closed her eyes as she let it wash through her. Once she came down from her high, she felt him give her one last lingering kiss to her inner thigh before he stood.

Dominic stepped between her legs and ran his hands over her thighs, over her belly, which was hollowed out from her breathing, and up her arms. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her tank top and slowly pulled them down her arms. She hadn’t worn a bra, and when the material slid over her breasts, they popped free and swayed slightly.

“Oh God, Chloe.” His voice was guttural, hoarse.

She gasped when she felt the hard, hot length of his erection press against her cleft. Chloe stared wide-eyed at Dominic. They didn’t speak or move for the longest time. Would he stop this?

“Dominic.” She whispered his name.

He blinked several times as if to clear his mind and then stepped back. Defeat claimed her, and she sagged. She instantly felt embarrassment.

“Not here, Chloe.” His words had her lifting her head and staring at him.

He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt and fixing her top. His arms around her were secure. Despite this small reprieve, the fire that coursed through her body didn’t relent.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she murmured against his chest. He pulled back and stared into her eyes before he nodded and led the way. As they took the stairs and went down the hallway, Chloe feared he could hear her heart beating. Hell, she could hear it all the way in her ears, could even feel it pounding in her throat.

Dominic stopped in front of her closed door but didn’t make any movement to open it.

She gripped his hand and led him inside. The room was dark, and the light from the moon illuminated her dresser and bed. It gave everything a sexual, almost hazy feel. When he stepped inside, she shut the door. Then they both stood there in silence.

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