Page 40 of Love Unexpected

“You make me feel beautiful,” I tell him. No one has ever made me feel so cherished and if I really think about it, Dominic has always made it a point to make me feel special. He hovers over me and stares down at me, drinking in my naked body and I can feel my skin heating under his gaze.

“Wow,” he whispers and shakes his head before rubbing a hand over his eyes. “You’re actually perfect.”

I lick my lips, dying for more than just to lay here and stare at this naked Adonis. His cock seems to grow and pulse every time my eyes pass over it and when I look back up, Dominic’s eyes are hooded and full of lust.

“How…are you going to get me ready? I’ve already come twice.”

“Third time’s a charm, you know?”

I smile at his playfulness and the ability to make light of this, as if this situation isn’t intensely erotic and I chuckle in response. “Dork.”

He leans down and presses his lips to my neck and I yelp when I feel the sharpness of his teeth. He runs his tongue over the space he bit, soothing the sting, and I sigh under his lips. He trails kisses down my body, taking time to nibble on my nipples and dip his tongue into my navel before he’s back at the slick space between my legs. My sex pulses; my body knows what it’s in for again and I grip his jaw to make him look at me.

“I’m so glad I’m doing this with you,” I tell him honestly. “It’s never felt right…before now.” And that is the truth; all those times with Carter felt good but it never felt likethis.I never felt like he could really see me. He saw the pretty, popular, at times quirky cheerleader. I guess that’s why it’s so intense with Dominic. He knows me inside and out. He used to say he knew me better than I knew myself.Is that why it feels like this? Because he knows me so well? He knows what my body wants and needs?Feelings of something dark and wicked bloom in my chest, that maybe this was the plan for me all along.

Fuck. No.

He smiles, a genuine smile, and it momentarily disarms me and clears my mind of all the morose thoughts about me, my mother, and the man we’ve both been intimate with.

Not now, Stassia. Have this traumatizing breakthrough later.

He reveals all of his teeth and it makes my heart flutter that this man is this fucking good looking. This good-looking and also wantsme. I realize I’m still holding his face and he presses a kiss to my palm before looking back down at my pussy and then back up at me. I don’t have a second to question what he’s going to do when I feel a slap on my pussy. An actual slap. On my pussy.Oh my God.

“FUCK!” I scream. I’m about to ask him what possessed him to do that when he spreads the lips of my sex and does it again and againand again.“Ohmigod,” I mumble as I stuff my fist in my mouth. My sex is actually tingling and I can feel the beginning of my orgasm leaking out of me when I hear his deep voice.

“Look at me, Stassia,” he commands, and instantly I obey, my eyes flying open to meet his. “You good?”

I nod, words failing me, and then while his eyes are locked on mine, I watch in complete fascination as a stream of spit falls from his mouth and lands on my clit that’s still exposed to the air.

“Oh. My. God.” I cry out, throwing my head back into the pillows and shutting my eyes to prepare for the first wave of the orgasm that is threatening to pull me under. “Baby, I need your mouth.” I moan. It was the first time I’d called him ‘baby,’ and I’ll admit it felt weird falling from my lips. I’d called him ‘Dominic’ and ‘Daddy’ both in jest and in lust, but ‘baby’ felt so intimate. A part of me doesn’t care, though. A part of me recognizes that what I’m preparing to share with this man requires a level of intimacy thatDaddyjust doesn’t fill.

His tongue finds my sex first and when I look down, I see the carnal look in his eyes that lets me know he’s ready to devour me. His hands find my thighs, pinning them down as he begins to eat my pussy more aggressively than he did earlier. Earlier I’d controlled the ride because I was on top, but now, he’s in control and he’s showing no mercy. He slides two fingers inside of me, doing his best to open me up as he continues to tongue my clit. His stubble feels like tiny knives stabbing me but the feeling is so delicious, I don’t dare tell him to stop or slow down. I can feel my orgasm nearing, and as desperate as I am to come in his mouth again, I want this feeling to go on forever.

“Dominic,” I manage to choke out and I hear him moan in response between my legs.

“Mmhmm?”

“I…I don’t want to come yet. I want…this feeling to last.” I run my hand through his hair, pulling him harder against my pussy which I’m sure is sending him mixed messages, but I can’t help it. I want more. I want less. I want it harder. I want it softer. I want it all. I want to feel this sense of euphoria every second for the rest of my life.

I look down again and find his eyes closed and that his hips are grinding into the mattress.Fuck, that’s hot.But also, I know he’s been making me come on and off for the past hour with no release for himself. “Dominic,” I whisper and he ignores me as he continues to fuck my pussy with his mouth.My God, I can barely form a coherent thought.I pull his hair hard, and sadly he moves away from my cunt. His lips and chin are slick with my desire, and when he licks his lips I convulse from the visual stimulation. “I’m ready.”

“I’m not,” he answers immediately. His eyes, which are normally a bright blue are almost black, and I’ve read that a man’s eyes can change color when they’re aroused. “I need you to come again.”

I’m not used to this; with Carter it was typically tit for tat. An orgasm for an orgasm. If he made me come, it was my turn to do the same for him. I’m not used to this level of worship and it makes me melt.

“But…”

“Quiet, Stassia.” He growls as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “I don’t want to hear anything out of you unless it’s ‘more’ or ‘I’m coming.’ Got it?” He raises an eyebrow at me, testing me to disobey him and I nod in response.He’s commanding me to have an orgasm? My God, who is this man and can I keep him?

No Stassia, you most certainly cannot. One weekend. That was the deal.

I shake my head, trying to keep myself in the present and from obsessing about a future that doesn’t involve Dominic’s head between my legs. “Okay.”

Sweat begins to bead at my forehead as he increases his efforts, and my hands grip the sheets on each side of me. “Oh God!” My toes begin to curl and I know I’m succumbing to another orgasm that will more than likely take every last bit of my energy. I struggle to keep my eyes open as the feeling makes me almost dizzy and the last thing I see before my eyes close, is a smile playing on his lips.

“Fuck, Stassi.” I manage to hear his words through the fog of my orgasm. I sit up as I begin to come down from the high brought on by Dominic’s mouth and without another thought, I lunge for him.

He sits up just in time for me to wrap my entire body around him, rubbing my slick pussy against his washboard abs as I probe his mouth. The taste of my sex on his tongue does nothing but spur me on further as I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans in my mouth allowing me better access.

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