Page 18 of Match Point

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Miranda

Dominic dove into me, pushing me back onto the bed and covering me with his chiseled body. It was more muscular than I could have imagined, totally defined in perfect contrast, hardly an ounce of fat on him. The veins bulged in his arms as he planted them on either side of my chest and kissed me harder, and the world dimmed until there was only him, and me, and our lips.

He pulled away long enough to say, “I want to taste you.” Then he was lowering himself to the edge of the bed, fingers exploring my skin and raising goosebumps where they touched. He curled his fingers underneath the waistline of my thong, sliding them off tantalizingly slow. Down my thighs, over the knees, then off my calves and feet—though it briefly got tangled in the one heel I was still wearing. I quickly kicked it off. I would have felt vulnerable to be totally nude with someone for the first time, but I trusted him in a strange way. Iwantedhim to see me, all of me.

It doesn’t feel like the first time, I realized,because I’ve been fantasizing about Dominic since I was a teenager.

Dominic made a trail of kisses up my inner thigh, using his wide palms to spread my legs. He inhaled deeply of my scent, then his long tongue lashed out to lick the outside of my pussy lips. Just a flick against my skin, like he was trying to tease me with as little contact as possible.

“Oh, that’s torture!” I moaned as I enjoyed the sight of his dark hair between my legs.

He looked up at me with an evil smile. “You want me to stop?”

“God, no!” I practically screamed at him.

He licked up and down around my lower lips, tasting the fold of skin between them and my thighs. Kissing everythingbutmy pussy itself. His tongue moved inward, breath tickling my sex. Then his fingers spread my lips wide, and finally he jammed his tongue deep inside.

“Ohh,” I sighed, arching my back on the bed. The sudden pleasure was so intense, and bordering on what I could handle, that I clutched the bedsheets in my fists. “Oh, Dominic…”

He began slowly, long waves of his tongue that rolled up and down inside my pussy. Devouring me like we had all the time in the world. And just when I needed more, his thumb found my clit, running circles around it while he ate me out. An index finger slid inside me with ease, then a middle finger joined it as he pistoned me with his muscular arm, fingering me into the bed.

Normally, I couldn’t get off very easily with a partner. It was just one of those things I wasn’t born with, even though I enjoyed being eaten out. But the way Dominic was moving his fingers and tongue, it was hittingallof my buttons in the right order.

It was like he knew exactly what I wanted before I knew myself.

Dominic rotated his fingers so they were horizontal instead of vertical. He paused to look up at me, breath hot on my sensitive pussy as he grinned with mischief. Then he curled his fingers in acome heremotion, rubbing against the ridges of my G-spot.

My eyes widened and the muscles in my legs tensed around his head.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, curling my toes.

Dominic dove back into my pussy with animal-like frenzy. His fingers moved at the perfect pace in conjunction with his mouth, which was now devoted to my clit—licking, pushing, and sucking it into his mouth.

“I love how you taste,” he rumbled.

“Yes, yes,yes!”

My body twisted and bucked like I was being electrocuted as pleasure surged through my bones. Dominic managed to stay focused on his task as I planted my hands on the bed and pushed my sex into him, smothering him with it. I let out a ragged scream of ecstasy as I came all over his face, everything turning white and tingly.

When I finally came down from my drug-like high, Dominic was grinning up at me. He kissed my thigh softly, and then kissed his way up my body to my mouth.

“I want you to know how good you taste,” he said, kissing me on the lips with a little flicker of tongue.

“Mmm, you flatter me.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “I love the way your pussy tastes. I could just eat you up again.” His grin deepened. “But there’s something else I’d rather do.”

Before he could tell me what it was, I pushed him sideways, and rolled him over so that he was lying flat on his belly. Then I sat on his sinewy butt.

“I’d like that too,” I said while running my hands over his back. “But give a girl a minute to recoup, yeah?”

“Mmm, okay. What are you doing?”

I caressed my fingernails over his back, up one side and down the other. “Giving you a massage.”

“A massage?”

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