Page 114 of A Lethal Game of Trust
As I looked around us, he picked up the pace of his touch, my hands falling to his chest. “Someone—someone might hear.”
“They might hear, might see,” he mumbled, voice low. “But I bet you’re far wetter at the prospect.”
If he just delved his finger slightly lower, he would know he was right. It wasn’t so much as other people seeing me, though I definitely wanted to explore that more. No, it was people seeing that Dom wasmine.
“No underwear was very daring,” he said, his breath hot on my neck. “Say you only wanted me to know.”
“I’ve only ever wanted you,” I whispered back as, beneath me, he was unzipping his trousers. I helped to pull them down. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that, to do this.”
Because hearing those words, I let myself believe them. It might have been the alcohol, the sea air, the humid summer night or my pure need for him to love me. But I believed him.
During sex before, I’d always been somewhat holding back, awkward.
But Dominic Belov loved me. Somehow that made this so different. Intimate.
“For you to become an exhibitionist?” he asked, shrugging off his shirt with a smirk.
“For this,” I said and moaned as I ran my pussy up and down his cock. “For you and me.”
Gripping my waist, he dragged me up and down his length, increasing my pace. “Show me. Show me how much.”
So I lifted myself and angled him to slide down his length. We let out twin moans as he filled me, thick and hot inside.
He lay back, watching me as I ground back and forth, letting him hit my walls and then —yes, fuck, right there.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I gasped, continuing to rock on him, already so close to falling. I was on the precipice when I opened my eyes and saw him wet his lip as he watched. I’d seen it in his eyes before, but never wanted to confirm it with a thought. I hadn’t wanted to give myself that hope. His eyes were filledwith adoration.
“Use me,” he ordered. “Fuck me just how you want.”
And I did. We watched each other’s shallow breaths. I turned to jelly when he lifted his thumb to his mouth, licked it and reached down to my clit.
When he touched me, building the tension with my pace and his thumb, I threw my head back with a mangled cry, basking in my orgasm.
His hand traipsed gently up my arm as he talked me through it, making it all the sweeter. “That’s my good girl, clench around my cock. Fuck, Leonie.”
His hands tightened around my waist, his thumb still working and the second I rode out my climax, I was no longer rocking back and forth but up and down, breaths catching over the way he slid in and out of me, filling me so completely.
“Leonie, Leonie,” he groaned, head back on the sun lounger, eyes closed.
I leaned over for my hard nipples to skate over his chest, for him to hear my broken breaths, what he did to me every time.
“Watch me while I fuck you,” I demanded and his eyes opened an inch from my own.
“You are so beautiful,” he said against my lips. “And you’re all mine.”
I nodded, and moved faster, taking everything I wanted. “I’m all yours,” I moaned.
His hands slapped my ass, grabbing my cheeks hard and helping me ride him.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted, but I cut him off from saying anything more as I pressed my mouth to his, swallowing his moan as I felt him stiffen and his warmth flood my centre.
Then I did something I had never done before. It wasn’t aconscious decision, more instinct. I leaned over and littered his face with pecks.
He laughed, his smile beaming as he took them. “You’re weird, Leonie Lion.”
“The weirdest,” I agreed, placing the last one on his nose.
I sat up again, my palms on his chest.
