Page 82 of Always You
“These are mine.” He sucks so hard on my breasts, and I hiss with pleasure.
God, I’ve missed his touch, his mouth. His kisses trail down to my stomach, and he kneels to peel my laced underwear off.
“Fuck, Mila, you’re so perfect and this pussy is mine.” He places soft kisses between my legs.
“We don’t have much time. Someone could walk in at any minute,” I pant, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
“I’ll be quick, Angel, let me just get you ready for me.” Dominic brushes the tips of his fingers in-between my center inserting two fingers. His touch is reminiscent of a flame burning hot searing in me as a touch of a flame to a candle.
“Spread your legs, Mila, I want to see your cum drip down your legs, baby.”
Oh heavens.A man on his knees for his woman, pleasuring her isn’t weakness. It is the most beautiful thing in a man, a reverence so powerful and so fucking hot. As if he could read my mind, he looks at me through his long, thick, black eyelashes.
“Only for you, Angel, no other woman holds a candle to you, baby.”
My walls come crashing down. I’m so wet it drizzles down my leg, Dominic catches it with his tongue. He licks up to my center twirling his tongue, sucking so hard my knees wobble. I hold onto the wall for support.
“God, Dominic, don’t stop,” I moan. “That tongue of yours works magic.”
He laughs in between my legs. He slaps my ass. “Lay down, baby. Let me fuck you.”
I unbutton his shirt and my hand roaming his olive-tanned sculpted chest. He has a perfect V line. The feel of his body makes my mouth water.
I trace the forehead tattoo and then kiss it. His body is so perfect, so much muscle. The tempo of his heart accelerates as I slip my hands around his waist and undo the button on his jeans. His cock stands hard against my abdomen, and he draws in a ragged breath.
“Angel, I need to be inside you.” Precum spills from his cock. I stroke up and down his hooded eyes watching me. He moans.
“Lay down, Dominic,” I command, his lips twitching into a smirk. Kneeling down, I eagerly take him in my mouth tasting him. My tongue traced the thick veins gliding in rasping strokes. Deep throating taking him deeper. He grunts and moans. He dips two fingers in my center as I take him in my mouth. I moan into his cock.
I straddle him, swaying my hips as I bounce up and down, feeling his every thrust from within. His arms cinch tight around my waist, pulling me closer as I increase the pace. Our mouths crash together, our tongues tangling in a passionate embrace. With each movement, our bodies melt into one another, creating an intoxicating rhythm.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I need you so bad, Angel.”
Breathlessly, I say, “You have me.”
God, he feels so good. He flips us over. Once I’m underneath him, I wrap my legs around his waist. I lift my bottom up for him to piston in deeper. More. His perfectly sculpted body movies in perfect rhythm.
“More. Harder,” I cry out.
Our mouths press, kissing hungrily swallowing each other’s moans. I dig my nails into his back. We come hard and fast.
Dominic rolls off panting. “Let’s clean up, baby, and get ready to eat before Nana finds us naked.”
We gather around the table, Nana utters grace. I glance around the table, grateful I’m surrounded by the people I love. Surreal soul-stirring warmth drapes over me. Never would’ve thought I would have Dominic at our dinner table. God is good. He holds my hand under the table rubbing my thumb. I know he feels the same. We both study Dante stuffing his face with mashed potatoes.
“This is so good, Mommy.”
I clear my throat swallowing the mouth full of turkey. “Your auntie made the mashed potatoes.”
“So good, Auntie.” He gives her a thumbs up.
We all chatter around the table. Dominic’s gaze falls to the ground, unable to meet anyone else’s eyes. My heart squeeze’s. What’s going on with him?
“Are you feeling, okay?” I whisper faintly.
“I’m good, baby.”
“I’ve missed you.”
