Page 29 of Downward Dawg
“Oh, do tell, Dom. What’s on your mind.”
His thumb grazed over her nipple, fingers curling around the swell of flesh. “I’ve got a lot on my mind, darlin’.” Kissing her slowly, she groaned into his mouth when he parted her lips with his tongue, dipping and tangling with hers. “And it all starts now.”
He shifted down her body, replacing his thumb with his mouth, sucking at the peaked flesh through the thin fabric, leaving it wet and molded to her body when he drew away. He pushed gently at her shoulder, and she went to her back, arms over her head, arching into his touch as he moved his attention to the other breast.
“Take it off,” she urged, fingers fumbling with the hem of her shirt. “Please, Dom.”
Kneeling between her thighs, he helped remove the strappy yoga shirt, then did the same with the form-fitting bra underneath. Spanning her waist with his hands, Mad Dawg let his fingers explore her sides and belly, stroking his thumbs slowly across the sleek swells of her hip bones. Hooking a finger in the waistband of her leggings, he tugged them down her legs, taking her underwear with as he finished undressing her.
Hovering over her completely clothed while she was naked felt decadent, as maddening as the rush of bliss that filled his chest. She’d bared herself to him tonight, told him all her secrets, and now was giving him her body. Her pleasure was in his hands, and he vowed not to disappoint her.Never.
Bending to trace a path across her chest with his mouth, he relished the resulting goose bumps that rose in the wake of his wandering tongue.
“Dom, everything you do feels so good.” Her head went back on a moan when he shifted between her legs, lowering his groin to press the rough fabric of his jeans against her core. “Oh, goddess. Please.”
“Tell me what you need, darlin’.” Propping himself up with one bent arm, he used the other hand to push between her thighs. His thumb pulsed against her budded clit, dragging a gasp from her throat as she drew herself up in a crunch, mouth seeking his desperately.
“Everything you’re doing. That’s what I want.” Her hands pushed at his shirt and waistband. “And naked, I need you naked. That’s what I need, honey. Please.”
The endearment built a ball of growing hunger deep in his belly. Even more than hearing his name on her lips, it was tied up in the way she’d spoken, voice full of desire, and a bone-deep trust that he’d do anything for her. He’d learned her, sure, but she knew him too.Made for me.
“I got you.” Shifting back, he plucked one of her hands and draped it across her pussy. “Keep going. Wanna watch you while I get ready.”
On his command, her fingers slipped through the soft folds, fingers shifting firmly side to side across the flesh of her mons. Her other hand rose to her breast, then traveled farther, tracing along the column of her throat in a touch that was light and delicate. A dichotomy of caresses he wanted the test of his life to memorize.
Dick stone hard behind the zipper it was trying to break through, he rushed through undressing, flinging everything except the vest hither and yon. Stumbling over his discarded boots in his hurry, he placed the folded vest on the dresser and turned back just in time to watch her legs move restlessly.
“Want you, baby.” Stalking towards the bed, he placed a knee between her feet. Taking an ankle in each hand, he moved them to the sides, opening her wider. “So fuckin’ hot, watching you play with yourself.”
As if his words urged her on, her other hand joined the first, spreading her lips to show him two fingers plunging inside her pussy.
“Like what you see, big man?” The teasing note in her voice was followed by a breathy moan. “This is what I want from you. Inside me. Deep. Throbbing. Hard as you take me.”
In response, he moved so he blanketed her, grabbing her wrists in his hands. One at a time he brought them to his mouth, watching as her eyes widened when he drew his tongue over each finger, dipping in between to ensure he didn’t miss a drop of her taste.
His rigid cock nestled against her, and as he rolled his hips, the head notched into place. Another push and he was halfway inside, the slippery path even more evidence of her pleasure. He had to stop short of another thrust, though, cock pulsing as his balls drew tight against his body.
“Shit. Fuck, baby.” He groaned as she clenched around him, her pussy trying to draw him deeper. “Hold on, give me a minute. So hot and tight, fuckin’ fit me like a glove. Made for me.” He buried his face against her neck, placing a sucking kiss where her throat joined her shoulder. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Gotta move to do that, honey.” Ella lifted her hips, giving him another tiny gasp and a moan. “Please. Move. Please.” Her hands slid up and down his back, then traveled lower to cup his ass and pull him against her. Legs wrapped around his waist, she fucked herself on his cock for a span of breaths, then pulled back with a short laugh and slapped his ass cheek.
“Shit.” The slight sting had him punching into her, cock bottoming out. He could feel the bristly hair of her pussy around the base of his shaft, his balls resting against the soft swell of her ass. “Woman, that’s gonna get you a pounding.”
“I’ll take it over stillness.” Her laughter was thin and airy, the timbre of her voice cracking. “Need you, Dom. Need you, honey.”
“I’ve got you.” He pushed up on braced arms, looking down the length of her body to where they were joined. “Had to get myself under control first, though. You feel so good, baby.” He circled his hips as she bowed her back, the contact emphasized by the deep groan she gave at the movement. “So fuckin’ good.”
Her hands on his shoulders urged him down, so he lowered himself, propped on both elbows as he cradled her face in his hands. Slow, deep kisses followed; every tongue-tangling caress accompanied by a thrust of his hips until he found a rhythm that brought her higher. He slipped lower, and she tightened her legs around him, the position making his balls draw tight again.
“Dom, I’m there.” Ella broke the kiss, head thrown back as she cried out. “Oh, please.”
He nipped the tendons on her throat, picking up speed as his own orgasm barreled down the pike, hard and fast. Hips stuttering as he tried to draw out her pleasure, he grew still, cock throbbing demandingly where he was buried inside her. Resting his forehead between her breasts, he managed a couple more thrusts, drawing another cry from deep in her chest. Then he was gone, pushed over the edge by the tight, pulsing grip of her pussy. Coming deep inside her, filling her with his spend, the heat volcanic around the head of his cock.
When she drew her palms up his back he shuddered against her. Turning his head, he placed his ear against her chest, listening to the pounding of her heart. Mad Dawg stayed there for a long time, as their pulses slowed, sweat-slickened skin chilling in the open air. Her hands cradled his head, fingers stroking gently, slipping through the strands of his hair.
They stayed like that until he softened and slipped out of her, drawing a groan and a laugh from both of them.
He retrieved a damp cloth from the bathroom and cleaned them both up, then crawled into bed beside her. Flicking the covers over them, Mad Dawg curled himself behind her, slotting his knees into place tucked against hers.
