Page 35 of Gemini
His smirk grew and he shrugged.
“Not your first time, huh?”
He shook his head.
I rubbed my other hand over my face.Christ, Lena, don’t make this more awkward than it already is.
He moved for my pants next. I lifted my legs as best I could while he unbuttoned then unzipped the top and pulled down. Quickly, he shrugged each pant leg off and set the pants next to my shirt. Without hesitation, he moved for my panties next. Even though I saw his eyes averted downward, I knew there was no way he wouldn’t see the mint green lace. He hooked them and pulled down. With gritted teeth, I kept my legs up so he could slide them off with ease.
A chill ran down me now that I was sitting there naked. He lifted me with ease then carefully moved me to the tub, slowly lowering me into the water.
The water thankfully wasn’t too hot. Still, I sucked in a breath as I sank, bottom hitting porcelain. As I took a moment to adjust, Dom moved around me. I didn’t pay much attention to what he was doing as I let the water flow over my breasts up to my neck. I brought my knees up and hugged my chest, trying to relax.
I went to tilt my head back and close my eyes when Dom came to kneel beside the tub, soap and washcloth in hand.
“Thanks,” I croaked, reaching for them. I tried to take them but Dom didn’t let go at first, giving me a strange look. He signed something at me with his free hand and the most I could make out waslet me.
“Let you what?” I asked.
He gently pulled his hand away then dunked the soap and cloth in the water, scrubbing, before lifting the cloth toward my face. I nearly flinched as he dabbed at my throat and collarbone, getting some of the blood that must have been missed. My eyes fluttered as I tensed up again, then forced myself to calm. I didn’t turn away or protest as he washed me. Admittedly, I kind of liked it.
In fact, I was starting to feel woozy, tired even. Almost like I was a little tipsy…
The pill must be taking effect. The pain was already starting to lessen, making me feel heavy but somehow light at the same time.
Suddenly I was leaning into Dom’s hand, relishing in the feel of his warm touch as he carefully washed the blood from me. Neither of us said a word as he cleaned along my jaw then back down to my shoulders. My arms started to loosen from around my chest, my knees started to straighten. I was so tired, so blissfully gone from the pain I didn’t really care. Hesitantly, his hand moved lower, dipping into the water, and out of some crazy feeling, I grabbed hold of his wrist and placed his hand at the center of my chest just above my breasts.
“Heart’s starting…to slow down…I think,” I mumbled.
He didn’t move, but I thought I felt the muscles of his forearm tighten. I don’t know what I was doing really, maybe something had taken over me and I was just acting on impulse, without thought, or maybe with only my emotions, but as I held his wrist, I pulled him down toward me. I sat up in the water so I could turn my body and wrap an arm around him while pressing my face into his neck.
“I’m sorry. I just feel so messed up,” I said softly, my lips practically against him.
I thought he might yank me back. Instead, I heard the soap and cloth drop as he wrapped his arm around me and brought me closer. I hugged him and he hugged me back, not seeming to care that I was soaking his shirt.
We stayed that way for a moment with nothing but the slow drip of water and the dull boom of music somewhere in the distance. When we finally pulled away, I tilted my head up and kissed the corner of his mouth. I felt his body go rigid, his black gaze on me, until he lifted a hand and cupped the back of my head, almost fisting my hair. His mouth pressed against mine and it was a tender kiss. I kissed him back and felt his otherhand caress my ribs, then move down my thigh. I inhaled against his lips, heart starting to pump faster again as his fingers trailed back up and cupped my breast, squeezing lightly. His thumb brushed across my nipple and a shiver went down my body. A tiny moan rose in my throat as I clung to him, bringing my lips back to his.
Heat stirred along my thighs and lower belly, sinking deeper, as he kneaded and circled. I wanted to be touched, to feel a firm but gentle hand, to feel some kind of love, to feel anything to make the dread and fear and loneliness inside go away. With the pain numbed out and my body lighting up with his touch, it was nearly euphoric.
As if unable to control myself, I moved, placing my hand on top of the one he had on my breast and slowly bringing it down.
“Make me feel better, Dom,” I whispered, so quietly I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me. I was losing my mind, I was drunk, I was desperate, I wanted him, I didn’t know what I wanted…I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel good.
I brought his hand down, passed my stomach, down to my center. At first, I thought I felt him hesitate and I worried he wouldn’t. That he would leave.
“Please, Dom,” I whispered again, nearly begging. “Please make me feel good.”
I saw his chest rise and fall, his breath quickening. He was struggling on whether he should for some reason. But as I pressed his hand against my center and rolled my hips, his eyes darkened, his reserve cracked. His fingers curled along me, brushing against my clit, and I moved against his hand, keeping a tight hold on his arm. “Please, Dom. Please.”
His fingers swirled around me, then dipped inside me, his thumb moving along my clit with ease. I parted my legs, sinking down and arching. He grabbed the back of my hair in a fist to keep me in place as I bucked against him. I rolled my hips ashis fingers slid in and out of me and circled my clit, feeling the pressure building in me, the heat coiling in my center, making me pulse against his fingers.
“That’s it,” I breathed. I moaned, not even bothering to control it anymore. It felt so good, it felt amazing, the pain was nothing anymore and all I felt was him. “Dom, you’re going to make me come,” I whimpered. His grip on me tightened, his fingers pumping into me so hard I couldn’t take it. I moved with him, little cries escaping me until I was undone and came against his hand, my pussy tightening and throbbing around his fingers. I threw my head back as a pathetic cry ripped up my throat, my eyes shutting tight as my body shook.
The comedown would have been fantastic, a rush of relief really, if the door to the bathroom didn’t fly open as I was caught in the middle of my orgasm.
“Dom—Oh, fuck.”
I immediately sank back into the water, covering myself as Dom’s hand pulled away. He rose and I caught a glimpse of the fury on his face before he turned on the large man blocking the doorway. He shoved the man out, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
