Page 79 of Hooked On Them

“Dominic.” My name transformed into something reverent on her lips. Her hands explored my shoulders, fingertips tracing patterns that left trails of sensation in their wake.

I braced myself on my forearms, hovering close enough to feel her quickened breaths against my skin, to count the faint freckles dusting the bridge of her nose that I’d never noticed before. Something profound and terrifying expanded in my chest, a feeling too immense to name.

Her eyes, half-lidded and unflinching, held mine with an intensity that stripped away every defense I’d ever built.

I kissed her deeply, then trailed my lips down her neck to the swell of her breast. When I took her nipple into my mouth, her back arched off the bed.

“Sensitive?” I murmured against her skin.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Everything feels more intense now.”

That knowledge sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I lavished her breasts with attention, alternating between gentle and firm, listening to the sounds she made to guide my movements.

Her hands ran down my back, nails leaving light scratches that sent shivers racing down my spine. When she reached the waistband of my boxers, she pushed them down, freeing me from the confining fabric.

“I’ve thought about this more than I should have.” She wrapped her fingers around me, stroking slowly.

I groaned, dropping my forehead to her shoulder as she continued her torturous pace. “Me too. Every night. Every damn night.”

I moved lower, kissing down her stomach, pausing below her navel. Something protective and fierce surged through me, and I pressed a reverent kiss there before continuing my journey downward.

When I reached the apex of her thighs, I looked up to find her watching me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. I maintained eye contact as I lowered my mouth to her, giving her a long, slow lick that made her head fall back with a moan.

I lost myself in the taste of her, the sounds she made, the way her thighs trembled around my head. Her fingers twisted in my hair, alternately pulling me closer and pushing me away when the sensation became too much.

“Dom, I need you in my mouth.”

In one smooth motion, I turned around, positioning myself above her in reverse, giving her access to my cock while I continued my ministrations.

When her mouth closed around me, my entire body tensed at the overwhelming sensation. I had to pause completely, pressing my forehead against her inner thigh as I battled for some semblance of control.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I whispered hoarsely against her skin, feeling her smile around me even as I tried to regain my composure. The intimacy of our position, giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously, created an intensity I hadn’t anticipated.

I dove back in with a need to feel her come apart against my mouth. Her hands gripped my thighs firmly when I found that perfect spot that made her moan around me, creating vibrations that traveled through my entire body.

I held her hips steady, my thumbs tracing small circles against her skin as she began to tremble beneath me, her mouth growing more desperate around my cock, less coordinated. The knowledge that I could affect her this way was intoxicating.

When she came, it was with a cry that vibrated around me, nearly sending me over the edge with her. Before I could move, she was pushing at my hip. “Turn around,” she commanded, her voice husky.

I complied, lying on my back as she straddled me, her hair wild around her flushed face, her eyes dark with desire. She looked like something out of a dream, my dream specifically, one I’d had variations of for months now.

She sank down onto me in one fluid motion, and I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back. “Goddamn, Nora.”

She braced her hands on my chest, setting a pace that was almost torturous. It was slow and deliberate, each movement calculated for maximum sensation. I gripped her hips, needing an anchor as pleasure gathered low in my spine.

“So fucking perfect.” I watched as she moved above me, taking her pleasure from my body.

Her rhythm faltered slightly at my words, and I sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. The move changed the angle to something deeper and more intimate.

Like this, face to face, I could kiss her, could feel her breath hitch when I hit the right spot. I could whisper in her ear all the things I’d been thinking for months: how beautiful she was, how much I wanted her, how no one else compared.

“Dom, please.” Her movements became more erratic.

I slipped a hand between us, finding where we were joined, my fingertips tracing the delicate place where her body welcomed mine. I moved my finger back up, circling her sensitive bundle of nerves.

She pressed herself against my touch, her thighs trembling around my hips. A soft, broken sound escaped her lips, and I instantly committed it to memory, determined to hear it again and again.

She came apart in my arms with a cry that I swallowed with a kiss. The feeling of her pulsing around me, combined with the look of absolute pleasure on her face, sent me tumbling over the edge after her.

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