Page 7 of Long Live the King
“Good,” he says, now grinning from ear to ear. “I think so too. We’ll go to your place tomorrow and figure out what all you want to bring here, then we can store the rest until you’re ready to sell it. And don’t worry about moving it here. I’ll have some people take care of all of that.”
“Sounds great,” I reply. Just looking at him, I feel an urge to cry tears of joy. This is the kid I met when I was in the fifth grade. The kid people made fun of and called names until they realized he was a badass, and he morphed into this god I see sitting in front of me now. It’s Dominic, the only man I’ve ever loved, and the only man I ever will. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
I lean over to wrap my arms around his neck and yank him close to me as the emotions take over. The first tear of joy pools up in my eye and slides down my cheek as I whisper into his ear, “I love you, Dominic.”
Dominic runs his fingers through my hair with one hand, while the other caresses the back of my neck as he replies, “I love you, Alannah.”
All of the emotions become overwhelming and I can no longer contain myself. So, I turn and kiss Dominic’s lips as the happy tears have their way with my face. I place my hand on the back of his head and pull him to me as he responds by grabbing my waist and lifting my body on top of his. I straddle him as our tongues dance with each other and my body temperature skyrockets. Dominic doesn’t waste a second and snatches my shirt over my head, exposing my naked breasts, and the second he sees them, he immediately cups them in his hands and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My head arches back as he runs circles around it with his tongue and lightly bites down, forcing a soft moan from my mouth. I feel heat and wetness between my legs as my body aches for him to be inside of me.
While Dominic continues to suck my nipple, I reach down and undo the last few buttons on his shirt and push it off of his hefty shoulders. His body puts Adonis to shame, and my fingers are happy to walk all over his hot flesh as they make their way down his tight, muscled stomach, and begin working to unfasten his pants.
Once his belt is undone, “Stand up,” Dominic commands. As I stand, he takes his pants and underwear off, exposing his thick erection to me, and sending my hormones into an uncontrollable frenzy. Then, he leans forward and gently presses his lips against my stomach, kissing around my navel as he pulls my pants down to my ankles. I step out of them just as he grabs my ass and pulls me on top of him. He stays in the seated position as I slide his thickness into me. I feel the familiar sensation of him stretching me out in all the right ways as I start to grind on top of him, his hands still gripping my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave his fingerprints on me. He grips me and starts to force me to speed up.
“Oh my god, baby!” I yell as the sensation of my clit rubbing against him becomes beyond intense. It’s the very definition of bliss, the embodiment of passion, and my body goes on cruise control. It’s like I’m not even thinking, I’m just moving, gripping his strong back with my nails as I grind on him over and over again. I grab the back of his neck and dig my nails into him as he slaps my ass. The sting of the spanking mixes with the intensity of clitoral stimulation, and the next thing I know, I’m being rocked by an orgasm that clenches my muscles from the top of my head all the way to the soles of my feet. I wrap both arms around his head and hold on, squeezing with all my strength like I’m plunging on a rollercoaster ride.
Once I’m finally allowed to move again, Dominic stands up, and with my legs still wrapped around his waist, turns us around and drops onto the bed. The second we land, he starts thrusting. I interlock my feet behind him and grip the comforter beneath me as he works it, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. He’s every woman’s fantasy brought to life, and he watches me as he fucks me, making sure I feel his every inch.
“Whose pussy is this, Alannah?” he asks, rhetorically.
“It’s yours, Dominic. All yours!” I scream as I feel another orgasm coming on. “Don’t stop, baby! I’m gonna come! Oh god!”
“Fuck! I’m coming,” Dominic screams into my ear, just as my orgasm tears me apart. We peak at the same time and our bodies cling together, quivering and sweating with intensity. We relax together too, and Dominic collapses next to me.
“Holy fucking shit,” he says under a loud exhale.
“You got that right,” I agree as I lay my head on his chest and he wraps an arm around me.
The two of us lay there, breathing, sweating, and smiling like our lives couldn’t be any better. I still marvel at the fact that a year ago, we found each other after a decade apart. We found each other, overcame the most insane set of circumstances, and grew closer together than we’ve ever been. Our life is a fairytale that we get to enjoy in real life, every day. It’s a dream I never have to wake from, and it feels like there isn’t a thing in the world that can touch us.
