Helena
Dominick placed me down gently onto the bed, his face a mask of desire that matched my own. I had no idea how we'd both managed to resist for as long as we had, spending long hours apart earlier today. And then Dominick had actually gotten here, and somehow we'd been able to work in the nursery for quite a while before our urges got the better of us.
But now those urges had won, and every single second where Dominick wasn't inside of me felt like an intolerable eternity. I had become an addict, craving his touch like it was the only thing that could erase this burning need inside of me.
Because that's exactly what it was.
Dominick must've felt the same way, because neither of us wasted any time.
We didn't even bother to take off our shirts.
The moment I made contact with the bed, Dominick was on top of me. The familiar presence of his hot, strong chest felt like coming home again. My breath was already ragged when I felt his body on top of mine, his tall and muscled frame pressing down into me.
But last night had taught me that Dominick had so much more to offer than the solid weight of his chest against mine. With a rush of excitement in my stomach, I quickly wrapped my legs around Dominick's hips and pulled him down further against me. His cock was rock hard, and my own arousal was already enough to accept him inside of me.
When I felt him rubbing against my crotch, I shuddered with desperate passion and deep lust. I knew that Dominick liked calling the shots in bed as much as I enjoyed him doing it, but it still took every bit of willpower I had to behave. Inwardly my mind was shouting at me, telling me that all I needed to do was lift my hips and buck up against him.
"Please, Dom…," I whispered in his ear, my voice barely recognizable even to myself. He licked his lips hungrily, and I reached down to stroke the underside of his shaft. His cock throbbed with power above my palm, and I twitched with anticipation. Spreading my legs a little wider, I guided him down to perfectly align with my entrance.
"Please," I repeated.
I didn't need to ask again. It felt like all the air was being shoved out of my lungs as Dominick pushed his cock inside of me, and my legs strained to draw him in as deeply as possible. He entered me with a single swift, deep thrust, one that I probably would've found painful just a couple of days ago.
But after last night, I was used to the sensation.
Craving it.
It was a stretching feeling, a sensation that somehow just felt perfectly right. It hurt, but in the same way that a long and rewarding workout hurt.
And I wanted more.
Dominick was happy to provide. With a deep, throaty grunt he pulled halfway out, then slammed back in me. Our hips connected with a loud slapping sound, and I barely suppressed a loud groan that would've convinced the neighbors to call the police. The thickness of his cock was filling me in places I hadn't even realized were sensitive before meeting him, igniting wild passion and rivers of desire.
Dominick thrust into me a few more times, and I grabbed his shoulders as tightly as my legs were still wrapped around his waist. Pressing my face against the knotted muscles at the base of his neck, I did my best to muffle the half-sobbing, half-moaning sounds that were coming from my throat.
There was a time for slow, artful sex, and there was a time for fucking.
Dominick clearly knew what time it was.
We rutted in bed until both of us were soaked with sweat—or until I was soaked with his sweat, anyway—and then some more. I breathed in his scent, reveling in the fact that this glorious man was all mine and that I was all his. One of my hands let him go and shamelessly ran between my legs, my fingers circling my most sensitive area in rhythm to his powerful, quick strokes.
Strokes that were picking up speed.
I didn't need much, and that was more than enough. A wave of pure pleasure washed over me, crashing into my soul and making me cry out into Dominick's chest. Moments later, I felt his body tensing up above me, grunting and swearing under his breath as he released himself inside of me.
Dominick collapsed onto me, and once again I enjoyed the manly weight pressing down into my body. His heart was beating fast and loud, mirroring my own hectic rhythm.
Both of us were panting, sweating messes.
Still gasping for air, I turned my head to check my alarm clock.
The entire thing had only taken fifteen minutes.
Fifteen incredibly fulfilling minutes, time I wouldn't have traded for anything.
"Thanks," Dominick grunted after a few more blissful seconds of silence. "I needed that. Badly."
I nodded in agreement, knowing just what he meant.
I had felt exactly the same thing.