Helena
Dominick's tongue slid into my mouth so effortlessly that it took me a moment to realize what was happening, and a few seconds more to realize that the deep moan of desire that followed was coming from me. My head was still fuzzy with sleep and embarrassment, but I welcomed the feel of Dominick's lips against mine.
Waking up in his apartment had been a surprise.
Discovering that he was still willing to touch me, though?
Now that was a revelation.
I was certainly willing to return the favor. I didn't waste any time before grabbing him by the shoulders, drawing him in closer to me. My fingers pressed into him, enjoying the firmness of his muscled body before he surprised me yet again. With a sudden, quick movement, Dominick's cheek slid down from my face and towards my neck.
Pausing with his mouth over the small of my neck, Dominick covered the sensitive area with slow, sensual kisses. I breathed in deep, reveling in the feeling of his lips and the way his five o'clock shadow scraped gently against my skin. Shivers of pleasured coursed throughout my body as the hair scratched me. It felt exactly like satisfying a long-ignored itch—intensely gratifying but also leaving me desperate for more, more, more.
"Oh, Dominick," I moaned, my voice already raspy as my breath struggled to catch up with the wild pounding in my veins. I threw my head back, allowing him to go deeper and faster as I clutched his back and moaned for more. It wasn't long however before Dominick had moved on, kissing his way down my throat and beyond.
He buried his face in my chest and let out a deep, primal growl that ignited my desire even further. His nose was pressed into my skin as he took a long, deep breath. "Fuck," he said, interrupting himself with another low growl. "Have I ever told you how much I fucking love the way you smell? Not your perfume, not your shampoo, but you."
"I know exactly what you mean," I said, taking a deep breath of my own and reveling in the way Dominick's masculine scent surrounded me. It wasn't even about the way he smelled, but the way that it made me feel. Like it was a secret language that only we shared, silent but profoundly intimate.
As I spoke, Dominick shifted his weight closer still, placing his hands along the sides of my body. His touch was soft and sensual as he artfully slipped my top off, my bra quickly joining the garment on the floor. My skin erupted into goose bumps, partly because I was exposed to the chilled air of Dominick's apartment but mostly because I was exposed to the radiant heat of his desire for me.
And my desire for him.
If I was worried about the cold, it didn't last for long. Dom's breath was hot and steamy against my breast as he bent down to take it into his mouth, engulfing the nipple and sucking greedily. Explosions rocked through me as his tongue darted across the sensitive flesh, the contrasting temperatures only heightening what was already a pleasurable experience. I could feel Dominick's need with every move he made, the hunger that was blazing inside of him.
When his head finally pulled away, I felt like the entire world pulled back with it, making me gasp for both air and more of his presence. I didn't have to wait long; he quickly covered the newly-exposed breast with his hand and rocked my nipple between his fingers, even as he leaned forward and slowly drew the other breast into his mouth. He repeated everything he'd done earlier, and every moment of it was just as intense as the first time.
Even with the kneading, caressing, pinching and licking, even with the nibbling and the moaning, Dominick's desire was not slaked and neither was mine. We had opened a bottomless well of need, one that only grew with each passing second until it consumed my every thought and my every breath.
I finally understood what sex was supposed to be like.
It was an all-consuming fire that burned away the rest of the world, leaving nothing but desire in its wake. A profound, deep-seated need to possess, to take, to claim, and above all to be claimed. To be his, and only his, this night and every other.
I tried to ask Dominick if he felt the same way, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was the sound of babbling fuck over and over, punctuated by the occasional moan. The inferno had taken my ability to speak, but that was fine by me.
It didn't matter one bit; I already knew Dominick felt the same way. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and I knew it in my bones. If I had become a wild woman, he was certainly a wild man.
A gloriously wild man.
One whose free hand had already crept silently down my waist, and was now making its way up my skirt. Without saying a word, he grabbed my panties tight before unapologetically pulling them down from my body. Nor did he apologize when he took my skirt into his powerful fist, wrapping the cloth all around his hand from the inside.
Dominick pulled his mouth away from my breast once again, looking me straight in the eyes. "Take it off. Now," he said, his voice heavy with the authority of a man who knew he would be obeyed without question.
He didn't have to tell me twice.
Lifting myself a couple of inches off the couch, I quickly slid my hands down to grab the hem of the skirt, but I was too slow. Dominick took over again the moment I raised my body up, and he didn't waste any time before yanking my skirt all the way down. The garment fell past my knees and joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, leaving me naked and exposed.
Completely exposed.
While Dominick was still fully dressed.
Somehow, I didn't care about that. Not one little bit.
The moment was still glorious, and so was Dominick.
He leaned into me and wrapped one arm behind my back, pulling me in close enough that my breasts pressed against the hard planes of his own chest. His other hand remained down by my legs, and I willingly parted my thighs for him when his fingers began to explore the area.
The cool air kissed against my slick skin, making me feel even more exposed than I had been before. I felt incredibly vulnerable, but yet I didn't run from the feelings. I knew that I was safe here; safe to be a woman just as Dominick was unapologetically a man. I embraced our differences, willingly taking on the role of Dominick's prize.
There was no denying it, I wanted him to conquer me—to possess me fully, to make me his own, to never let me go again. I closed my eyes and took another sharp breath, enjoying the feeling of Dominick's fingers dancing across my skin.
I wanted the moment to last forever, but it ended all too soon. My eyes shot wide open as he pulled away from me, once again taking the whole world with him as he went. I felt disoriented and lost, my breath ragged as I trembled beneath him.
Why had he stopped?
I didn't need to wonder for long. The sharp, metallic clinking of his belt buckle explained everything, and I sighed in relief as everything fell back into place.
The world made sense again.
Dominick didn't take his clothes off though, not entirely. Once the belt was loose his hands returned to me, once again curling one arm behind me while his free hand explored my most intimate curves.
I could've melted then and there, but Dominick wouldn't let me. His skilled fingers had no trouble bringing me right to the edge of release, but every time I could feel an orgasm approaching he slowed down and left me teetering on the brink. I had no idea how long he teased me for; by the end of it I couldn't even have told him what my name was if he asked. If I had been a wild woman before, Dominick's constant edging had transformed me to something closer to a wild animal, mewling and moaning and desperate for more.
I was loving every second of it, from the intense pleasure to the feeling of Dominick's heart against my chest as he pulled me in closer. The embrace continued to tighten, and soon I realized that Dominick was lifting me up, quieting his fingers for a moment as he repositioned my body as easily as a weightless doll.
Once I was in a sitting position, Dominick let go and stood himself straight. I stared up at him, confused by the sudden change and wondering if I'd done something wrong. The grin on his face told me everything was okay, but I still didn't know what was going on.
He spoke before I did.
"Your turn," he said heavily, and I could almost feel his breath on my skin despite the distance between us. The words took a moment to sink in, to be heard past the loud throbbing of my body and my desire for more. "Take them off," Dominick said in a commanding voice.
My confusion lasted another split second, and then I looked down far enough to see straight ahead. Dominick's shorts were directly in front of my face, and there was no hiding his erection. I reached out and touched the large, hard lump that was pressing into the now-tight fabric, the undeniable sign of his arousal. He breathed in sharply as my fingers traced the outline, making my heart pound even harder than before.
I was suddenly glad that Dominick had stopped touching me when he did.
This was clearly what I needed.
"Off," Dominick repeated, and I nodded enthusiastically. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned Dominick's shorts and opened his zipper. Just as he had done with me, I pulled down his shorts and felt triumphant as they fell on the floor, covering my discarded skirt and panties.
I'd almost forgotten how large Dominick was, but the moment his manhood sprang free from the underwear I immediately remembered what it'd felt like to have him inside of me. I groaned in desperation, anticipating that I would soon feel that way again.
Somehow resisting the urge to take him into my mouth, I looked back up at him. He'd been calling all the shots tonight, and I had no problem with allowing that to continue.
Especially after hearing his next instructions.
"Scoot to the edge of the couch," he ordered. "And spread your legs."
"Yes," I moaned, and got into position as quickly as I could move. As Dominick climbed to his knees, I tilted my upper body back against the couch and stared at the ceiling, eager to feel him finally claim me.
But the sensation that followed wasn't what I was expecting. Instead of feeling his cock stretch me open, I felt something scratching against my thighs. I looked down to see that he was kneeling further away than I'd imagined, far enough that his face was mere inches away from my crotch.
"What—" I began to ask, silencing myself with a sharp whimper as his tongue made contact with my skin. As skilled as his fingers had been earlier, Dominick's mouth felt even better. Moaning, I threw my head back against the couch again and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation between my legs.
While earlier Dominick had quickly brought me to the edge and kept me there, this was more of a slow burn. He clearly knew what he was doing, and he was definitely taking his time. Starting out slow and subtle, he stretched out my pleasure by starting small and building.
Building.
And building.
This time when I approached an orgasm, he didn't stop. Sensing it coming, he increased his efforts, dragging me past the edge and into full-blown release. It was amazing, stronger and longer than any I'd had before. It left me exhausted and breathless, the aftershocks continuing to come for long minutes.
It was pure bliss.
But I needed more.
Dominick still hadn't claimed me for himself, still hadn't filled me up the way that only he could do. As I came to my senses, I looked back down to him, recognizing the hard lust in his eyes.
I gave him a nod.
It was all he needed.
My legs felt like rubber, but Dominick had a plan for that. He wasted no time at all before getting up and repositioning me once again, this time bending me over the armrest of the couch so that I didn't need to support my full weight. I was also lined up perfectly with him, and I didn't have to wait very long before I felt his hardness at my entrance.
He was big, but I was more than ready for him. He stood behind me and began to push forward, sliding inside my depths without pain despite the way I had to stretch to accommodate his width. I let out a groan of lust as he finished entering me the first time, filling me up completely.
Gentle and careful at first, Dominick gave me a few minutes of slow and sensual penetration as my body adjusted to his girth. Soon, he was able to glide into me with ease, and by that point I'd recovered enough from my orgasm to enjoy every moment of it. As Dominick picked up speed, his strokes became more forceful, pressing me into the couch whenever he pushed into me.
He became more eager and more forceful, pushing into me even harder. The couch shifted below me, the strength of his thrusts making it shake and creek forward. It moved just enough to shift my weight slightly, and suddenly I could feel my most sensitive area rubbing against the armrest each time Dominick entered me. I gasped with unexpected pleasure, enticing him to go further and harder. He must've realized what was going on, because he quickly found an angle that stimulated me as much as I seemed to be stimulating him.
As Dominick picked up even more speed, I felt a familiar pressure building up. He continued to ravage me and I drifted closer to a second release, until finally the dam broke and I exploded into a second mind-blowing orgasm. My body reacted on its own, clenching down and tightening all around him as the waves of pleasure broke through me.
Dominick froze suddenly and let out a loud grunt that reverberated throughout the room. I could feel his cock shifting around inside of me, twitching and straining as he released his seed deep into my body. It continued for many seconds, as did the sound of his grunting. Now exhausted, I closed my eyes. With a happy sigh, I floated on feelings of satisfaction and pride, pleasure and happiness.
Neither of us spoke for a while, we didn't have to.
It was the perfect moment.
"Dominick?" I asked finally, just to hear the sound of his voice more than anything.
"Yeah?" he replied.
I didn't know what to say. Did I want to thank him for forgiving me? To tell him how amazing he was? To break into giggles and tell him that he was, like, just the best guy ever? All of those things were true, but they seemed best left unspoken.
"Remember how we kind of ruined my dress, the first time we did this?"
"Of course," Dominick said, his rubbing the length of my back with one of his warm hands.
"Well," I began, feeling giddy and silly. "I think you might need a new couch."
The sound of our mutual, lighthearted and warm laughter made me realize that I'd been wrong earlier. It hadn't been the perfect moment at all—because this was the perfect moment.
I wouldn't have traded it for the world.