Chapter Five
Elizabeth
Dominic’s eyes flare with heat, and I can’t help but smile. I’m not the only one feeling the pull.
Unable to help myself, I lean forward and kiss him. His mouth is as soft as I imagined, but also slightly firm with a sweet aftertaste of the vodka. I pull back and run my tongue over my lower lip. His gaze darkens, and this time it’s Dominic who leans forward and slants his mouth over mine.
He doesn’t push with his tongue, but uses his lips, coaxing and seducing me. We fit perfectly, our rhythm heated without being hurried.
Then he nips me, the sharp bite of his teeth sending a hot, pulsing streak to the flesh between my legs, making me ache. I open my mouth, and our tongues glide past each other, then tangle—tasting, teasing, playing and making each other feel so damn good. Heat flushes my cheeks, and lust knots in my belly.
This…this is true desire. The kind that makes you forget logic, intellect, common sense…everything.
Dominic pushes at my shirt, and I pull back long enough to help him get rid of it. Before he can reach for my belt, I undo it and push the skirt down my legs, leaving me in nothing but matching red lace underwear and silver heels. I ought to thank Vanessa for dragging me to a lingerie store last week. She has a great eye for stuff like this.
Dominic stops, then a breath rushes out between his teeth. “God, you’re hot.” It’s like a prayer. He runs a callused palm down my side, caressing my waist, then tracing the curve of my hips. My heart hammers as his breathing grows shallow.
Impatient, I tug his shirt up. “Take off your clothes, then bedroom. No…bedroom, then take off your clothes.”
His strong hands cupping my ass, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. It doesn’t take more than a few steps, since the whole place is rather cozy.
The room is decorated in green and gray—very masculine and single guy-ish. He deposits me on the mattress, then strips in the blink of an eye, his clothes landing in a heap behind him.
I appreciate the hard beauty of his body, not an ounce of fat on the sharply honed planes. Dark hair sprinkles his chest. His ridged abs have a happy trail that travels below to a deliciously erect cock. I smack my lips at the sight. The thick, hard shaft is covered with veins that stand out, and it ends in a plum-shaped head glistening with a drop of clear liquid. It’s fascinating and intriguing.
I lift my gaze. “I like every inch of you,” I say with a small smile.
“Likewise.”
I reach behind and undo the hooks holding my bra together. It falls, whisper soft, and I toss it over one of his broad shoulders, so it can join his clothes.
He comes forward on the bed, his mouth on mine.
Unlike what I expected, he’s surprisingly patient, stroking the sensitive skin behind my ears, at my nape and around my collarbones. His lips follow where his fingers have been, making me tingle all over.
He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over a hard, pointed nipple. I gasp at the sensation. It’s totally different from when I touch it myself. His hand is callused, rougher and hotter. And his mouth…
My God.
It’s the first time I’ve had my nipple sucked, and it is sensational, the wet heat of his mouth making my spine arch with bliss. His teeth nip me a little, and it feels like my entire body’s on fire.
My fingers tangle in the sheet as he does the same thing to my other breast. I’m so wet, I’m pretty certain I’m making a mess of his bed already.
“So responsive, so fucking hot,” he whispers over the nipple. His soft breath sends delicious shivers that end between my legs.
He isn’t done with the foreplay, though. His hands stroke every inch of my legs, starting from my ankles without bothering to take my heels off. His lips and tongue trail closely behind, heating my blood.
I say things—mindless things I don’t quite understand. Keep going, kiss me, love me, touch me. My body adores his caresses, craves them.
When he spreads my legs and looks at the wet flesh between them, I’m too far gone to feel embarrassed. His roughening breathing tells me he loves what he sees.
“You’re soaked,” he says, his voice guttural with lust.
“I know. Hurry.” I put my hands on his wrists, assuming he’ll push inside.
Instead, he dips his head and runs the flat of his tongue along my wetness. Need jolts through me like lightning; air sticks in my lungs like thick syrup. He licks and sucks, his clever tongue relentless. His thumb finds my opening, dipping inside briefly and driving me wild. It feels so good, but it isn’t enough. He pulls my clit in his mouth while pushing a finger inside me.
A mouth down there feels so different from what I imagined. It’s wicked hot and dirty and mind-blowing. I can’t help but lift my hips toward him, and he growls his approval. His finger’s thick, rough, nothing like my slender ones. He pushes another one into me, stretching me. I gasp at how full I feel, how every nerve ending in my body is coming alive.
“You’re really tight,” he rasps before returning to my clit.
A few licks later, an unbearable pleasure spirals in my body. My back arched, my legs spread wide, I come harder than I ever have, the bliss Dominic’s giving me nothing like what I can elicit with my own hands.
But before my breathing can return to its normal tempo, he pushes me again, his face buried between my thighs. Another climax shoots through me, and I sob, my fingers digging into his hair. When he doesn’t stop, I beg, crying pleasure-slurred words. I can’t decide if I’m trying to pull him closer or push him away as waves of euphoria sweep through me, one after another. He’s harder on me than I’ve ever been on myself, wringing more climaxes out of me than I thought possible. After what has to be my fourth—or fifth?—orgasm, I think I’m finished, but then he pushes another finger into me, and my spine bends as another mind-destroying volcano of bliss erupts through me.
I vaguely hear something tear. He moves up, kissing me deeply. His lips taste slightly salty and slick, and I clutch his shoulders, then thread my fingers into his sweat-damp hair.
His dick probes at my opening, and I moan softly, urging him on. I want him to share the pleasure I’ve felt, am still feeling. His mouth fused over mine, he drives inside, and my soft gasp of pain is lost in the kiss.
He’s impossibly thick and big inside me. It’s nothing like his fingers. His cock pulses, and my tightly stretched pussy throbs in response.
“Liza… Is this…your first time?” he asks in a strained voice.
“Uh-huh,” I say, breathless, loving the feeling of him hard and thick and throbbing inside me. It’s intimate as hell, makes me realize how close I can be with a man. I don’t want him to stop over some weird honorable sentiment—because Dominic is exactly the type to be noble about stuff like that—so I clench around him hard.
“But it’s over now. Let’s move. Hard. Fast. Delicious.” I lick his lips.
A deep groan tears from his throat, and he pulls out and shoves back into me in a slow, spine-tingling rhythm. Every time he’s fully seated, the pleasure builds. My breathing grows shallow, and I pant, kissing him.
I pull my knees up, and he thrusts more deeply. Breath sticks in my throat, and he grinds into me, stimulating my clit with every drive.
My vision dims for a moment as the most powerful orgasm of all wrecks me, my throat going hoarse from screaming.
“Liza, Liza, Liza…” he groans as he shudders, emptying inside me.
I wrap my arms around him as he heaves, enjoying the closeness. I didn’t realize sex could be this…intimate, leaving me feeling slightly vulnerable. Thankfully, he also makes me feel protected…almost cherished.
He lifts his head when his breathing settles. He starts to say something, but changes his mind and goes to the bathroom first, shamelessly displaying his glorious nude body. Of course I look.
“You should’ve said something,” he says after returning to bed and pulling me closer.
I shrug. “Why? Would it have made any difference?”
He frowns.
I place a finger on the furrowed spot between his eyebrows. “You didn’t announce your experience, so I don’t know why I should.” I place a hand on his muscled chest. “We both enjoyed it, and I sure wouldn’t have stopped if it had been your first time.”
He chuckles, his arm wrapped around my waist. He looks into my eyes. “It’s just that you’re twenty-one and sexy and beautiful as hell. I wasn’t exactly expecting to be your first.”
I smile softly. He has no idea I handed him a fake ID, and I don’t want to come clean. I’m leaving in two days anyway—less than two.
He runs a warm hand along my spine, pulling the sheet over us. “Stay the night,” he whispers.
I look into his eyes. It’s way past midnight, but nobody’s going to care if I don’t make it back. They’ll just assume I started my birthday celebration early. “Okay.” I snuggle close. As my eyelids grow heavier, I murmur, “I’m glad it was you.”