Page 22 of Until Now
Dominique
Every inch of me? From his mouth to God’s ear. The words play on a loop in my mind as I wait for the appointed hour. All my inches have been shaved, plucked, creamed, or perfumed. Toes and fingernails are a deep rose shade. I’m the pig before the slaughter. No. More like the baby colt. My legs feel a bit shaky.
I haven’t done this before. Scheduled a sexual encounter. It doesn’t sound sexy at all, but in reality, I’ve never been more aroused.Will I be able to follow through?Not that I don’t know what goes where, but I’m not exactly a pro. I am much more the rookie hoping I get lucky with my comeback debut.
It’s been such a long time since I’ve had sex. There was that one night stand about three years after I became a widow, so unsatisfying, I never tried for any connection again. Not that it was the guy’s fault. It just felt wrong. The real reason was there was no available space in my life. Concentrating on my studies and being a new mother took everything I had.
Robert and I were both virgins. Waxing wasn’t part of my regimen then, and the lotions I used were cheap drugstore brands. Tonight, I’m bringing out the big guns. On some level, I’m glad to have waited because it feels special to indulge myself. I haven’t felt so womanly in years.
The house seems empty without Bing’s energy. I am reminded of the scene inMoonstruckwhen Cher was getting ready for her big night with Nicholas Cage. I’m doing exactly what she did—looking in the full-length mirror in my bedroom while I apply my lipstick. I hardly recognize myself.
The most obvious difference is McFly. He sits to the side of the mirror, watching everything. I’d swear he’s feeling miffed. There is a serious expression. Like he knows I’m about to leave him alone in the house. Or that he realizes life is about to change. He’s a kid in a dog suit. He has not left my side since I started getting dressed.
I look pretty. I’m going to allow myself that small conceit. It’s rare when I do. Before I step into the dress, I take in my image.Sexy.If he doesn’t like this, I’ll have to check his pulse. Pale pink panties and bra look good against my skin. Days spent on the lake with July and family have given me a summer glow.
Turning to see the rear view makes me smile. My ass may be my best feature, which works in this golden age of the ass. I don’t remember it playing such a significant role when I was a teenager. I was always embarrassed that mine was too big. And had a dimple on my right cheek. I hated it.
But what sells the entire image are the heels. It will be a sad day in the future when wearing heels becomes impossible. Oh hell.Stop that!It’s just like me to worry about something that may or may not happen decades from now. Tonight, they feel wonderful. Flesh toned four-inch beauties bring me to five foot nine. Love it!
Walking toward the mirror, I watch the muscles in my legs tighten with each step. It highlights the consistent gym visits. An impromptu dance bubbles up. The kind you do when there’s no audience. Free, loose, and over the top. There are no missteps when your audience is imaginary. I feel like I could be onAmerica’s Got Talent. Golden buzzer! Everyone has a secret entertainer living inside them, and mine is taking the stage. Then I realize I do have an audience. McFly’s head just tilted, questioning the dorky lady his human has become.
What’s that sound? Is that a truck? The dog takes off, barking all the way to the door. Shit! As I move to open the shutter, my eyes dart to the clock. Oh crap! It’s him! He’s twenty minutes early! The door slams shut. Oh no, oh no, oh no, NO! I need to finish dressing. The allotted time? Ten seconds.
Grabbing the silky slip of a dress off the bed, I slide it over my head. My heart is pounding like a drumbeat. The doorbell sounds. No time for a last look; this will have to do. I move to the door and give McFly instructions.
“Get back. Go lay down,” I whisper scream.
He obeys me but sounds a huff in response.
Centering myself with a deep breath, in and out, I open the door. Maxen’s eyes follow the length of me, taking in the entire picture. I know a positive review when I get one. His jaw tightens.
“Just wow,” he says. Then locks eyes with me. “You’re really beautiful, Dominique.”
I’m stuck in place, not knowing what to say or do. Where the heck is the entertainer in me? She went into hiding as soon as I laid eyes on Maxen. In her place came the shy, inexperienced girl. How should I feel when everything is him?
He’s dressed for the special occasion. A white dress shirt and black jeans. Those jet-black sunglasses look so out of this world cool. I’m bowled over by how handsome he looks.
“Come here, baby,” he says while walking in, removing the glasses, and taking me in his arms.
Music plays throughout the house, and this song is right for the moment. “Heaven” by Kane Brown says everything I feel. How good could heaven be when it feels like paradise exists right here in this room? I melt into the embrace. A kiss on the neck becomes his first gift.
“I’ve waited all day long to have you in my arms,” he whispers in my ear.
“It feels like magic.” My eyes lower, then rise to meet his. “I’m a bit nervous.”
“I don’t bite. Not too hard, anyway.”
Why does that turn me on? I do not want to be somebody’s bite, but the fact he said it tickles me. I have never been a naughty girl. Taking his face in my hands, I bring my mouth to his. Carried away on a cloud is the poorest description of how it feels. Just knowing there are no obstacles in our way makes it hotter than ever. I feel his cock harden against my belly. A bolt of lightning runs up my spine.
“We’d better go now, Dominique, or we won’t go at all,” he says, breaking away. “It doesn’t feel like I can control this thing.”
What? He likes the smile I’m hiding unsuccessfully.
“Let me grab my purse.”
Following me to the door of the bedroom, he stops and watches.
“Your dress is inside out.”
