Chapter 39
Charity
I could get used to this whole domesticated bliss thing. I mean seriously, it was nice to watch the sunset, talking over a couple of beers and it was even nicer that he brought in the chairs while I got to work in the kitchen fixing dinner. Still, it felt a little like we were just playing house with it, you know? With this place not being either one of our houses. Still, as much as I hated to admit it to myself, I wasn’t exactly in a big hurry to go back to Dom’s place. It seemed like whenever I went over there, it was something else. I was even reluctant to go back and get my Jeep, which was just downright silly. I mean, eventually I was going to need my car; I just didn’t need it right now.
“What ‘cha thinkin’?” he asked when I’d been quiet a little too long, moving around the kitchen.
“I was thinking I should pick up my Jeep at some point, I can’t just leave it in your garage forever. I’ll need it eventually, I just don’t need it right now.”
“That reminds me, I meant to grab your keys from you so I could bring it back. Perfect opportunity tomorrow, Gator’s going to be helping me out the next couple of days.”
I stilled and looked at him, “I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to come over ever again,” I said softly.
“I don’t, but I get it, seems like any time you come over shit goes sideways.”
“Were you seriously just reading my mind?” I asked grinning.
“I was about to ask you the same thing out at the beach,” he said, “That was exactly what I needed.”
“Hmm, maybe we’re meant for each other?” I ventured and he got up from his place at the table and came over to me, pulling me into his arms.
“Sorry I was being a stubborn asshole at the start,” he said voice low, turning up the heat that was blooming in my bikini bottoms.
“You’re making it up to me,” I murmured, just as his lips descended onto mine. We kissed, long and slow and I was glad I hadn’t gotten around to turning on the stove yet. I was the one who pulled back first to look him in the eyes.
“Somehow I doubt that Cutter would appreciate if I fucked you in his kitchen,” he said and I laughed.
“Read my mind again,” I said.
“Guess we’re just on the same wavelength today,” he lifted a shoulder in a shrug.
“I guess, maybe,” I agreed.
I cooked dinner without any further interruptions from groping or making out, and I have to admit, that made me just a little bit sad.
Dom helped with the dishes, and it was pretty quickly evident why. As soon as the dishwasher was loaded, soap pack and all, and no sooner had I twisted the dial to start it, Dom had me yanked back into his arms. He twined them around my waist, standing behind me, his mouth playing along the side of my neck until he found that spot to make me shiver.
“Hmm, time for dessert,” he murmured and I laughed lightly. I took a step forward to turn around but he pulled me back, nipping my shoulder. “C’mere,” he said and I cuddled back into his arms.
“I’m right here,” I said, “Not going anywhere.”
“Good,” he turned me in his arms and his lips found mine. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, long and deep until we both lost our sense of self and simply became ‘us.’ It was only a natural progression from there that led him to picking me up, one arm behind my back the other beneath my knees. I marveled at the sheer power of his body when he did things like this. He didn’t strain much, and it almost felt effortless, the way he took the stairs and hall in long determined strides.
He set me down in my bedroom, his hands warm and careful where they caressed my skin, holding me close, pressing my body the length of his. He unraveled the tie at my neck, holding my bikini top on, and slipped the knot free at my back next, letting the lycra fall to the floor. I pulled off his paint and dust splattered tee off over his head, and admired the coil and bunch of his musculature beneath his tanned and golden skin.
He worked the knot of my sheer wrap free at my hip, while I went to work on his belt. For long moments it was the whisper of cloth and the soft sigh of breath when we each liked what the other was seeing. It was a feast for the senses, both sight and touch, and I was almost slightly disappointed when it ended, but not for long.
Dom pulled me tightly in to the warm shelter of his body, our mouths locked in a fierce kiss, even as the soft skin of his erection very nearly burned against my stomach with the intensity of its heat. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him back me up against the bed, sitting when he urged me to do so, which put me at exactly the perfect vantage point to take him into my mouth, which I did, picking him up with gentle fingers and stroking him lightly.
His head tipped back and his eyes slipped shut, even as he ran his fingers softly through my hair, holding it back from my face so he could watch. When he looked, his eyes were filled with appreciation and heat, and I could tell, it was taking all of his self-control not to thrust into the back of my throat. I plunged my mouth over the top of him, taking him all the way back until my lips met his body and he cried out, head tipping back, voice reverberating back to us from the ceiling. I moaned around him, and the vibration caused him to gasp.
He pulled back, and gripped my upper arms, firmly but carefully, setting me back further on the bed, kneeling in front of me. I felt a little thrum of excitement in the center of my chest and realized this was still something we hadn’t done much of, even as I lay back, and Dom parted my knees.
He slid a finger into my wet and waiting pussy, sealing his mouth over my clit, his tongue teasing, and I nearly shot off like a rocket. I arched, and gasped out his name, squeezing down around him. It was a relatively quick build up and explosion, sending me shuddering beneath him, small little shocks of pleasure coursing through my body. He didn’t waste any time standing and drawing me back to the edge of the bed, wrapping his powerful arms around my thighs and pulling me, bodily, closer.
He pressed his hands into the backs of my thighs, nearly folding me in half, every movement he made powerful, deliberate and dominant. He checked with me with his gaze and when he still found me wanting and desiring, he slid inside of me and oh my god… The angle was deep, and it felt like he went on forever, touching the deepest parts of me. He carried on, with long and unforgiving strokes, seeking, adjusting his hips every time, until he found what he was looking for and when he did? He switched to short, deep strokes, torturing that spot over and over until I came, crying out, just by virtue of his cock inside me.
It was amazing, it was mind blowing, and it was quite literally the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, given how short the duration of it. It was the wildest, most intense few minutes I’d ever experienced with a man, I thought, but that was before I discovered that unlike when we usually had sex, Dom wasn’t done with me.
“Get on your knees for me, Baby,” he murmured and languidly, I turned to give him what he wanted. Hell, I would give him anything and then some if he kept it up like this.
I knelt for him, arching low to the mattress. He fitted himself at my entrance and said, “Warn me if this is too intense.” He smoothed his hands over my hips, and started out slow, the warmth of his fingers trailing up my back and down my arms until he gripped me just above the elbows.
If I hadn’t had two orgasms already, and if I weren’t still riding the aftershocks of the one I’d just gone through, what he did next could very well have been too intense, bordering even, on painful. He gripped my arms, just above the elbow, and pulled back on my upper body, burying himself impossibly deep. He stilled and I panted, getting used to the intensity of it.
“Don’t stop!” I cried and he chuckled low and dark.
“Okay, I’m going to go slow,” he said and he was as good as his word, thrusting slow and deep at first, before picking up his pace.
I can’t describe it, at least not completely. It was as if he reached my end and pushed farther. It rode that line between pleasure and pain, and went a little bit over, but not enough for me to want him to stop, at least not just yet. I think he could tell I was riding a similar line of indecision, because he let up on my arms, just a little bit, and kept adjusting according to the feral cries pouring from my throat.
While I couldn’t describe him as a gentle lover, at least not this time, what he was, and always would be, was a considerate one. He was almost fucking me like he hated me one second, but the moment I voiced or jerked with displeasure or anything less than satisfaction, he stopped or eased up, back into my comfort zone. He also spoke encouragement and it was sexy encouragement at that.
“That’s it, Baby, you can take me. Oh, god you feel so fucking good, you’re amazing. Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
He thrust into me one final time, bodies coming together with the sharp sound of skin on skin and that last thrust did hurt, pitching me forward as it shot through me, leaving an intense wave of pleasure in its wake. I collapsed onto the bed, and Dom let me, folding over the top of my sweating, but strangely cool body. Warming me, his hands stroking my skin wherever he could reach.
He pulled out of me and I felt warmth and wetness trickle down my thigh from the aftermath of one of the hottest rounds of sex I know I had ever had. Dom rested his forehead between my shoulder blades and we both panted, trying valiantly to catch our breaths. He laughed a little and said to me, “I think a shower’s in order before bed.”
“Just give me a minute; I don’t think I can walk.”
I yipped when he flipped me over and pulled me to the edge of the bed, he scooped me up and stood fluidly, saying, “You don’t have to. I’m happy to carry you.”
Sweetest. Man. Ever.
“Hmm, then sally forth! Or whatever they say.”
“As you wish,” he said raising an eyebrow and I grinned.
“Bonus points for The Princess Bride reference.”
“Didn’t think you were old enough to get that one,” he said making for the hall.
“Are you kidding me? Death before dishonor buddy, Hope would cave your nuts in for even suggesting she lacked in sisterly duty to pass that one down to us.”
“I stand corrected!” he cried laughing and it felt so good to hear him do it. He set me lightly to my feet inside the bathroom door and asked me, “You good?” before letting go. I tipped my face up to his and kissed him.
“Always when I’m with you,” I said smiling.
“Not always, but I’m trying to make up for it,” he said softly.
“You’re doing a damn fine job,” I confided.
He smiled and started the water, helping me into the shower.
“Lock the door?” I asked and he paused, nodding and humoring me, locking the door, turning on the heat lamp and fan.
He got into the shower with me and pulled me into a long kiss, his earlier, almost frenzied and possessive love making forgotten. Dominic was all tenderness and soft wonder now, and I loved the contrast. I didn’t mind the occasional rough sex, I found it a nice change of pace and thrilling, but it was nice and almost perfect to be cared for after. It made me feel like a woman, and that I was loved and cherished, not just an object to be used for sexual gratification. Dominic had the right amalgamation and I loved that about him.
He washed my body carefully, smoothing gentle soapy fingertips over every sensitive bit, and massaging where he’d gripped and between my shoulders. I took the care and time to show him the same consideration and we stayed in the water until we were both prunes and it’d started to run cold on us.
It was perfect; he was perfect, and most of all, we were perfect for each other.
We got ready for bed, which mostly consisted of drying off and going back to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up my phone which was charging to check it while Dom ran the towel over my hair. I’d missed a call earlier in the afternoon, while I’d been on the beach, but that was okay. I couldn’t do anything about it right now, it was too late; so I left the voicemail until morning, preferring to cuddle with my man instead.
“Hold still,” he said, turning my head with the towel to face back forward.
“Why?” I asked and he chuckled.
“You’re so damn nosey,” he said.
“Hey, I prefer ‘inquisitive’, what are you do – oh!” He stroked my brush through my hair, careful of any knots, holding it so it wouldn’t pull against my scalp as he detangled it, and I think I very nearly melted.
“You can do this any time you want,” I assured him, voice soft and a touch deeper with my relaxed pleasure. I loved having my hair played with, and come to think of it, I didn’t know many women who didn’t.
“I used to love doing this for my wife,” he said gently, “I hadn’t realized how much I missed it, so thanks for being cool with it.”
“Oh, my pleasure, and I mean that quite literally.”
I could hear him smile and it made me smile too, it really was the perfect, low key evening and I found myself hoping and wishing for many, many more like it.