by Lilia Moon
I lean against a wall and watch. Movie star and sexy barefoot grandmother, all in one fantastic package.
Mine.
Damon leans against the wall a foot away, watching the same scenery that has my attention. “I’d call you a show-off, but you did that entirely for her.”
I did—and that made it entirely different. Before it was always at least a little bit about me. Pride in my skills. Inflation for my ego. “She’s given me a new reason to do this.”
He chuckles quietly. “Welcome to the world of Doms who are in love with their subs.”
I eye him. “Careful. It’s only been a week.”
He just smiles quietly. “We don’t fall easily—but apparently when we do, we fall really fast.”
“Yes, you do.” Emily swoops in and kisses him. “Come on, let’s get out of here before Daniel starts throwing us bodily out his front door.”
Damon pulls her in for another kiss, hot promises in his eyes.
She backs up, laughing and dragging him with her.
Harlan picks up Scorpio and tosses her over his shoulder, and somehow they’re the last two people between me and what I want for the rest of this night. He locks Scorpio’s kicking legs under one arm and drops a kiss on Gabby’s cheek. “You tell me if he doesn’t treat you right, sexy lady. I’ll be happy to make that face a whole lot less handsome. Just say the word.”
She pats his cheek and smiles. “Turn around so I can say good night to Scorpio.”
I don’t know what gets said between those two, but whatever it is has Harlan’s woman hooting with laughter and Gabby’s cheeks turning flame red.
I watch them go, knowing that they’ll come again and fiercely glad for it.
And then in one swift move, I close the door and back Gabby up against it. I lift her arms over her head, clamping her wrists with one of my hands.
Her eyes widen. “I heard something about long, slow lovemaking. In a bed.”
Her voice is barely a whisper, and it has my cock straining. Begging. “Oh, we’ll get to all that. But first you need to find out what happens when a woman pours herself into a dress like this and taunts her man all night.”
She blinks up at me—and then she grins and rubs herself lightly against my erection. “That sounds really terrible for you.”
I reach behind her and pull down her zipper in one swift tug. “It was. I’ve been hard for so long I might never recover.”
She gasps as I step back suddenly, pulling my hands away and dropping her arms. Her dress, held up by two straps that cooperatively slither off her shoulders, plummets to the floor.
The sight of her tight nipples and the smell of her arousal slam into me at the same time. I grab her, done with waiting, done with skill, done with anything that keeps us apart a single second longer.
I spy the fuzzy aftercare blanket on the floor. Good enough. I drop us both down onto it, and then I lift up off of her just long enough to free my cock and dress it. My brain is hazed, lost in a fog of wanting to be inside her, and her whimpers are eating all the way into my soul.
I don’t bother taking her panties off. I just pull them aside and drive into her.
She cries out in my ear. Cries out again as I pull out, her fingers raking down my back.
I yank her knees up, driving deeper, hurling us both up a short, steep peak, and then I bury my face in the hot, steamy curve of her neck and plunge into her one last time.
She shatters, and I go with her.
Falling fast together.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Gabby
I don’t know how we ended up on his floor. I only know that we’re a hot sweaty mess, my panties are somehow still on, his pants are around his ankles, and my dress is a silky midnight-blue puddle on the floor beside my hips.
I turn my head and grin at him, because he looks like the kitty who just got all the very best cream. “Do you usually make love with your shoes on?”
He laughs. “Consider it unimpeachable evidence of a man who really couldn’t wait to be inside you.”
He’s still there, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
He strokes my cheek. “How are you doing?”
He looks a little worried suddenly, and it pains me to see that. “I’m fine. Much better than fine. I feel like some kind of knot inside me has undone and set a very important part of me free.”
He nods slowly, relief in his eyes. “We never discussed public scenes. You’d be well within your rights to be very upset with me right now.”
I smile. “It’s not something I imagine doing often.”
He chuckles and gently bites my neck. “Noted.”
I want him to keep nibbling on me, but there are things I need to tell him first. “When I met you, I was proud of who I was. Proud of the mom I’ve been, the girls I’ve raised, the woman I’ve become.”
He’s stroking my cheek again, and his eyes are so intent on mine.
“But I didn’t think of myself as someone sexy. Someone who could lie on the floor with a man who has just very thoroughly satisfied me and wonder when he might do it again.”
His eyes light with hot promises, but he doesn’t move. He just keeps covering my body with his, gently pressing me down into my wonderful new reality.
I can feel desire rising in me like a high tide. “I didn’t know I could feel like this. Be like this.” I take a deep breath. “Your methods are different than what I knew. Different than what I might have imagined wanting or agreeing to before I met you. But you helped me get to the place where I can feel like this.”
He closes the distance between our mouths, and the touch of his lips is one of honoring. Treasuring.
Good enough. Message received. I push my hips up into his and try to deepen the kiss.
He chuckles and runs his hand down between us, holding the condom as he pulls himself out. Roams further back to the plug and slides that out too.
I catch a look at the turquoise silicon as he tosses it aside. It looks so small and innocent, and yet something inside me has profoundly shifted tonight, and it was at least part of the cause.
The much bigger part is the man lying beside me with growing intent in his eyes.
I wait. I’m learning just how many really good things happen to me right after that look.
He runs a finger down my cheek. “Go lie in the middle of my bed on your front, legs spread wide open for me.” He laughs a little. “I’ll be there as soon as I untangle myself from my pants.”
I can hear the Dom, and the man who can laugh at himself, and the lover who can’t wait to touch me again. All three delight me. I head for the bedroom, shimmying my hips a little as I walk. I hope he sees, but even if he doesn’t, I can feel the shimmy moving inside me.
I slide onto his covers, thinking back to the first time he asked me to do this. Embarrassed and shy and doubtful and still, somehow, I managed to be brave.
This time I feel like a girl in a candy shop who can’t wait to take her first lick.
Although I’m guessing I’m not going to get the first turn. I lie down, feeling the soft, silky fabric under my belly, under my cheek. I spread my legs, gasping a little as the cool air meets my damp heat.
And then I hear footsteps behind me, and it’s all I can do not to beg.
The foot of the bed dips as he crawls on, dropping kisses and feather touches on my feet, my ankles, the backs of my knees. And then he stops, fingers resting on the backs of my thighs.
My fingers curl in the sheets. “Daniel. Please.”
He chuckles, and his breath puffs against the tender, needy skin between my legs. “You’re so wet. So ready.”
I hold my breath. Waiting. Needing.
His lick is long and slow and full of very thorough promises.
My groan as I lean into his tongue is the least embarrassed sound I’ve ever made in my whole life. He grabs my hips, and I want to laugh until the whole universe can hear me. I’m lying on a bed naked, a man’s head buried be
tween my legs, and I’m entirely happy.
It’s a good thing the wish fairy wasn’t paying any attention to my wimpy dreams.
I had no idea it was possible to ask for this.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Epilogue - Gabby
I can’t believe I’m here.
I look out at the bustling chaos that is the JFK airport and smile at the man beside me. It’s a long trip we’re taking, and the part where we lose a night of sleep and can’t even blame it on sex is still to come.
Daniel kisses my forehead and pulls me in closer. “You’re sure you don’t want to get something to eat? Airplane food isn’t usually very good.”
Maybe by his standards. We’re traveling first class and I’m feeling entirely spoiled. I look at the tickets for the next leg of our trip, sticking out of the front pocket of his bag, and sigh. I so lost that battle, and I can’t even manage to feel very guilty for it.
He laughs quietly into my hair and slides his phone out of his jacket.
I groan into his shoulder. He’s taken to doing this in lieu of spankings, at least in public places. A reminder, to chase away any self-doubt that might be creeping in. He holds the phone where I can see it.
He makes me look, every time. I glance at the photo he uses as his screen lock, and it makes me feel weak at the knees. Just like it does every time.
It’s the photo of me that Leo took. The one right after a certain someone turned on the toy in his pocket. You can’t tell that from the picture. What you see is me, eyes bright and snapping and full of desire and attitude and life. It’s the most wonderful picture of me I’ve ever seen.
The most erotic.
The version on Daniel’s phone doesn’t include him, but the one on my kitchen counter does. It’s taken me a few weeks to admit to what I could see in his eyes, even then. To feel, most moments of most days, like a woman worthy of that kind of love.
In the moments I forget, he’s there to remind me.
I lean into his heart, which is the very best part of him, despite some pretty stiff competition. “You’re totally spoiling me.”
He laughs. “I know. And you’re submitting admirably well.”
It’s been a non-stop conversation ever since I dipped my hand in Ari’s jar of sexy ideas one night and came out with the slip of paper that said I should bend over a balcony railing with no panties on and let Daniel run his hands up under my skirt.
In Venice.
He claims he has no idea who put it there.
And he won’t let me justify it as a trade for a lifetime of cookies or his side of the bed in my house or even part of my share of granddaughter cuddles. He insists this is purely a trip for lovers, and that there’s not a thing I need to do to earn it. Except possibly spend a week in Venice mostly naked.
He runs a hand up inside my jacket and cups a breast. Those have been a revelation too. Apparently every part of my body needs to be regularly demolished by this man.
He lifts his head, eyeing me ruefully. “If you don’t stop those thoughts, I’m going to end up doing something that’s probably illegal in the great state of New York.”
I don’t bother to point out that he started it. He’s Dom enough that never ends well. Or at least it never ends without me naked and quivering, and right now that’s probably just going to make us late for Venice.
He slides his hand down to take mine. “Let’s go buy lots of silly things for Evie and Tash.”
He adores my granddaughters, in a way that only a man who thinks they’re two miracles can. I shake my head, because someone needs to be practical. “Our suitcases are stuffed right to the gills.” Mostly full of silky, lacy things that can’t possibly keep me warm enough in the middle of a Venetian winter. “We can shop on the way home.”
He’s tugging my hand, aiming straight for a store full of tourist kitsch. “We’ll mail them a package. See that screaming pink sweatshirt with the rainbow heart on it? Evie will love it.”
She will. Which isn’t squeezing my heart nearly as hard as the fact that he won’t buy two. He’ll find something exactly right for Tash and her quietly sparkly soul too. I watch as he thumbs through the sweatshirt rack, finding one in Evie’s size, and then I point at the matching fuzzy socks.
He kisses me, passionately enough to have an older couple behind us positively swooning, and grabs a pair of socks, too. Then he tucks me into his side and starts slowly walking around the store.
I don’t see anything in the over-the-top glitz that feels like Tash, but I wouldn’t dream of trying to solve this for him. It would deny both of us the pleasure thrumming in him as he searches for the perfect gift for a small girl who still very rarely talks—except to him.
I know when he’s found something. His eyes light up, just like hers do, and he bends down to pick up a small purple glass sphere from the very back of a bottom shelf. It’s got an ethereal fairy inside, complete with iridescent wings and a pet dragonfly.
Tash won’t put it down for a week.
I wrap my arms around his neck, no longer caring at all what anyone watching might think. “I love you.”
I may still have occasional doubts—but that will never be one of them.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Epilogue - Daniel
How can I not love a woman who gets teary eyed over a couple of cheap souvenirs? “I love you too, sweetheart. So much.” I finish the delightful kiss she started and heft the sweatshirt and the glass paperweight. “Let’s go get these mailed, and then we’ll get the girls something really special once we get to Venice.”
I can’t wait for her to see the Murano glassworks. Or the gondolas with their singing paddlers and the shops so tiny the owners can’t even fit inside. I’ll take her to eat amazing food in restaurants where nothing on the menu is in English and the waiters will make Gabby’s cheeks flush with their flirting. We’ll wander narrow streets and get lost and spend hours in bed warming up to do it all over again.
I pay for the items that are as much about spoiling me as anything else and try to remember where I saw the first-class lounge. They’ll take care of things like mailing last-minute purchases and any other trouble we manage to get into on our way there.
I keep Gabby’s fingers laced with mine. The airport is relatively calm for JFK, but she’s wide eyed from trying to drink it all in, and she’d be easy to lose.
That and I just like holding her hand.
I step off the moving sidewalk and look over at her. She brings so very much to my life. It’s pure pleasure to be able to offer her something back.
I hide a smile as we merge into busier traffic. Her ass is wiggling again, which I’m learning is something I never want to ignore. “Gabby.”
She turns to look at me, guilt written all over her face.
It’s so very hard not to laugh sometimes. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?”
She makes a face. “That I’m not thinking enough negative thoughts these days.”
I shake my head, and it’s me I’m laughing at, not her. Somehow I’d convinced myself that I’d be able to get from Seattle to Venice without needing to feel her naked and laughing underneath me. I wonder if airport hotels rent rooms by the hour. I lean into her with words for her ears only. “I hear spankings are particularly sexy after some delicious Italian food.”
She doesn’t turn quite as pink as she used to, but it’s plenty to wake up every inch of me. I groan quietly. I packed enough condoms for a college soccer team, but they’re all in our checked luggage. That suddenly seems like a very foolish oversight.
She looks up at me and turns pinker. “We can’t possibly. I have to sit. For hours.”
It was fun watching her squirm on the plane out of Seattle. I might have been rather enthusiastic last night. Something about an upcoming twenty-four hours without sex. I steer us into a quieter corridor. It’s not the way we need to go, but we’re in no hurry. “Oh, we could. Just a little finger play, maybe. I’d slide my fingers inside your
jacket, down that sexy skirt of yours, and I bet I could have you coming on my fingers very gently.”
Just the idea of touching her wet, swollen, well-used pussy has me hard.
She laughs and moves away from me, even though I can see how aroused she is. “No way, mister. I’m not getting arrested on my way to Venice.” She casts a quick look down at my pants, and her breath hitches.
I would never fondle her against a wall in an airport and she knows it. But playing these kind of games with her, stroking her with my words instead of my fingers, is about as good as it gets with my clothes still on.
I reach into my pocket and touch the small, clear case full of little pieces of paper. Condoms went in the checked bags, but this stays with me. A portable version of our sexy ideas jar, with bonus Italian content.
I’ll wait until we’re on the plane to give that to her. Listening to her trying to whimper silently will take my mind off the box in my other pocket.
That one waits for Venice.
*
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xoxo Lilia
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