by Gloria Foxx
Dominic’s fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans and as he pulled away to work it loose, I pulled him back. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on my breast, until he pulled away again, finally getting my attention.
“Stand up,” I pulled back, following his direction and jumping up from his lap, breasts bouncing. I didn’t exactly know what he would do, but I began to shimmy out of my jeans. I needed him and I needed him now. I was shameless.
Dominic followed me up from the chair, just as I succeeded in removing my jeans. I was now wearing only a thong. He stopped midway through peeling away his T-shirt to gaze at my mound. My thong was a hot pink lace triangle with neon orange lace strings. I’m glad I chose it.
I was embarrassed by the look on his face, by how long he stared. I bit my lip in indecision, but when I couldn’t take it anymore, I slid my hands under his shirt, pushing up and revealing a taut chest with sculpted muscles that were smooth and sleek. As we pulled the shirt over his head, my breasts jiggled, brushing my nipples across his chest. I moaned, pulling away from the electrifying contact. I would never get him undressed at this rate.
My hands stroked down his chest, brushing across his rigid nipples, but only for a moment. I was looking for balance and thought removing his jeans, equalizing our bare skin would do it. I was wrong. He was absorbed in my breasts, grasping, kneading, squeezing, plucking, driving me wild. I was swimming in awareness, tingling all over and I couldn’t pay attention to anything else.
The distraction made his button fly difficult to navigate. His erection made his jeans especially tight. My fingers couldn’t find purchase and he didn’t help; smirking at my struggle as he tweaked my nipples, drawing one into his mouth and then the other. The suction was amazing. Every time he pulled a nipple into his mouth, fire ripped through my belly, dragging, licking at my very core.
He was making me mindless; yet the flames were blazing within me, increasing my sense of urgency for something elusive. I didn’t yet know what.
The last button finally popped free, giving me access. My hands delve into the front of his jeans, cupping and stroking him through underwear still a barrier. With the restricting denim out of the way, he swelled even further, stretching the limits of his boxer briefs. Oh … my … god. He’s huge. He swelled past the zipper in his jeans. I had never been this close. I wanted to see him. I wanted him.
I pulled away from his mouth and fingers on my nipples. He wasn’t expecting that and the nipple in his mouth popped free unexpectedly with an audible smacking sound. He looked disoriented and confused like he didn’t realize what happened. I wasn’t the only mindless one.
“Pants,” I said breathlessly.
“Oh,” was his only reply, but he seemed to understand, because his hands came to the waistband where mine were struggling and he effortlessly pushed the jeans down to his knees.
He stepped toward me while stepping out of his jeans, backing me up to the bed. When he was finally free, I wanted to look, but we were too close. He wrapped his arms around me, devouring my lips. My arms went around his shoulders, tightening and pulling him close as his hands at my ass lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around him, holding tight and then we toppled.
Dominic must have knelt on the bed and lowered me gently because we didn’t crash, but I didn’t let go. I wanted to climb inside him. I wanted to be part of him. I just didn’t know how to accomplish it. His hands were everywhere, sliding up and down my thighs and ass, pulling me closer. My legs still wrapped around him moved up and down with a will of their own, pulling him closer. I rocked into him, surprised by the sensations and moaning when I made contact with his erection.
He pulled back, gazing at me. “You’re a goddess.” My thong accenting and calling attention to my pussy became his focal point until his head dropped to my belly, licking and kissing his way down and igniting tiny explosions across my middle with every contact. My stomach muscles jumped and quivered as if his lips were electric. Dominic’s fingers hooked into the strings at my hips, peeling away my thong.
When my legs were free, he settled on his side between me and the wall, running his free hand from my breasts across my middle to my hips and thighs, teasing me. He kissed me then, first gently, but that didn’t last. As our passion grew, our kisses became more aggressive, more consuming. I sank my fingers into his hair, holding on. Like every other time we’ve kissed, I lost all awareness of my surroundings.
His hand stroked from my shoulder, down my side to my belly. My muscles jumped, flinched and quivered as Dominic’s hand slid across my stomach, continuing it’s decent. Then my entire world centered, waiting.
He cupped me and moisture came pouring out of me. I’ve never been so wet. He gave my mound a squeeze.
“Ah Abbi. I need you. Open for me.”
His lips burned a trail of fire down my neck, kissing and tasting. And then his fingers were stroking between my drenched folds, first one, and then two of them. Up and down, one on either side, before dipping into me. He pushed all the way in and then all the way out and up, one finger on each side of my clit. Then back down again and in, twisting his fingers to stroke from within.
The energy, the satisfaction, radiating from my center was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His fingers were electrifying, dancing within me lifting me to amazing heights. I was seeking more, swinging my hips back and forth, riding his fingers, reaching beyond myself for something, but it was just outside of my grasp, just past my limits. Then Dominic stroked his fingers upward again and around my clit. I was on fire.
I felt beautiful, indulged, euphoric, until he pinched his fingers together on my clit and my world exploded in white hot fire. My hips thrust upward into his grasping fingers as they tugged on my clit before slipping back into me. His fingers crashed and swirled within me as my muscles grasped furiously holding onto him, seeking more. I whimpered and writhed at the sensations bursting in and around me.
Wild until I stilled, I am motionless, frozen in time. My ass is held off the bed, suspended by nothing more than my shoulders and tip toes. Maybe his fingers within me were helping to hold me suspended. The pleasure was coursing through me holding me rigid like a body hit by an electric shock. There was a funny sound, squealing. It seemed strange until I realized it was the tension seeping from me.
“Aieeeeeeee.” Long and drawn out, without breath…
Collapsing on the bed, I realized that time had passed. It might have been minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell. I was gone for however long it took and I returned a different person, changed by new experiences. I was drained, replete, satisfied but, not quite finished.
I lay drifting as if on an ocean Dominic’s fingers within me an anchor so I didn’t float away. Then his fingers slipped free, setting off tremors, aftershocks. I grunted, startled by the vibrations still coursing through me.
And the tremors didn’t stop. His fingers were gone, but something much larger and more invasive took over.
“Open your eyes Abbi. Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and was lost in the depths of Dominic’s gaze, hypnotized, willing to do whatever he asked. He was propped above me, his knees between my thighs, his powerful arms and shoulders holding himself up.
He had only just begun to unite us and I already felt nearly full. I should have been concerned, but I wasn’t.
“Look at me baby and hold on.” His voice was constricted with tension.
I looked up into his eyes, drowning in their depths as he began to move. First he pulled back, almost out. There was relief as the pressure that was Dominic began to dissipate. Until I was slowly stretching again, distending around his tremendous bulk, taking him in. I was no longer floating, instead I was heavy. It felt like a burden, but was not a burden at all.
The tide was advancing, slow and languorous and heavy yet still invading. It was insidious, taking over my body. I existed in that moment, a vessel filling, stretching, expanding, becoming more because I could and because I need
ed to.
“God you’re tight baby. Amazing…”
He was nearly halfway there. I think he’ll encounter a barrier soon, right? And there it is. Instead of pushing through, Dominic pulled back, nearly out again. I felt suddenly hollow, open and free. He reached between our bodies. Ahh God, his thumb swirling around my clit was magical and when he pressed into the side of the little button, it was ecstasy. I moaned at the surge of sensation and the flood of moisture pouring from me. That was his cue. Dominic plowed forward, impaling me, breaching, conquering.
The pain was sudden and sharp, but also somehow erotic. He paused, holding himself above me as I adjusted to the new sensations. I was filled, overflowing, a glutton. The pressure caused a choked up feeling at the base of my throat, or maybe that was the newfound intimacy.
“You ok Abbi?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’ve been split in two, but also like I’ve never felt so good, like I am drugged.”
He smiled at me. “Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop. Okay?”
Dominic pulled out slowly, gradually. I was turning inside out. I must be. When he was gone I was stripped of the breadth of him, deprived. His shaft was still there, but not so much of it. I could still feel the tip, just barely nudging my pussy. I lifted my hips a bit to pull him back in. “Dominic I need you. Don’t make me wait.” It was hard to get the words out.
Instead, he hunched his back over me, bringing his head to my breasts and drawing one pointed nipple into his mouth, while plunging deep in one fluid, stroke.
I inhaled raggedly as my breath caught with the force of our union. My fingers were clutching, one the blanket, the other Dominic’s hair, hanging on as he had suggested earlier. I exhaled when he pulled out, gasped as he moved to my other nipple, sucking hard while he invaded again. He pulled out slowly, paused to move to the other breast and rammed home, again and again. Suck, plunge, groan. Suck, plunge, groan. It was me groaning.
His timing was perfect. The suction seemed to pull his cock deep within me. I could feel it from my breasts to my belly to my pussy and back again. I was pulled apart from the inside out, lifting my hips to meet every thrust.
When I almost couldn’t take it anymore, was verging on something indefinable, he stopped, pulled his knees up and sat back on his heels, without pulling free of me. He lifted my hips until my ass was cradled on his thighs, his cock still embedded.
“Oh God. Oh God. Please don’t stop.” I was on the edge of something I couldn’t define, sitting at the precipice. I wanted to fall over that edge, jump or dive, but he had stopped, holding me balanced at the brink.
He grinned. “You’ll like this too.”
While holding my hips, he began to piston into me, fast. “Ohmm. Ohmm. Ohmm,” I moaned in time with his pummeling cock. I couldn’t form coherent words while he slammed into me.
With Dominic sitting up and me lying back, his cock was angled, scraping along the top of my inner walls with every stroke. Moisture oozed out of me making his way slippery and sleek. I watched him, as he watched our joining, his hands holding my hips, pulling me onto him every time his cock disappeared. Something forceful was building within me, a heavy tension seeking release, searching for fulfillment.
Dominic slid one hand low across my stomach, the other still holding my hips in place for his rapid-fire assault. His fingers found my clit and I almost jumped out of my skin, screeching at the sensations. Tremors began low in my belly, radiating out and cresting.
He toyed with me. “Come for me Abbi.”
My eyes wouldn’t focus as his fingers prodded, circled, stroked and pinched my clit. I was spilling over. His cock continued to conquer, pounding into me.
I was riding a wave of sensation and then freefall as the orgasm overtook me. It was pure rapture, splendor. I couldn’t catch my breath. Was I even breathing? I’m breaking apart into millions of jagged pieces and he’s still going, slower now, more sensual, luxurious.
Dominic let go of my hips and spread his legs letting my ass settle to the bed between his thighs, but not releasing me. He was still implanted deep within me, stroking slowly. Every move and wiggle sparked jolting sensations that made me flinch and quiver. He leaned over me, supporting his weight on his arms as he nuzzled and kissed his way from below and around my breasts, across my chest to my shoulder and the white column of my neck.
He didn’t stop there, instead planting tiny kisses up one side of my neck, across my chin and down the other side. My world was centered on his cock slowly stroking in and out while his lips nipped and nibbled. He sucked lightly at the base of my throat and then his tongue lit a path of fire to just below my chin.
My eyes were dilated, my breathing shallow and rapid, incomprehensible sounds came from my mouth, Dominic had transformed me into a woman who was wanton, shameless even. For some reason I responded to him with abandon, but I never once thought whore.
He was picking up speed, straining and grasping for fulfillment. I was seething, gasping scrabbling, and the pressure was building within me again at a breakneck pace.
I was over the edge, but he continued on, pulling me, dragging every last bit of energy out of me. It was gratifying. It was amazing.
“Ah God, Abbi. I’m going to come,” he hissed. I could feel bunching flexing muscles on his back, tensed, taut movements twisting against me. “Come with me Abbi. Come on. Come with me baby.”
I wasn’t going to survive this. I wouldn’t make it. I was breaking apart, shredding. Every stroke slid across me, battering me and showering me with a deluge of sensation. I held on to Dominic, my hips tilting back and forth at blazing speed as if my life depended on it.
“Don’t stop. I’m coming. I’m coming,” I cried.
And then it hit me, like a Mack truck. It slammed right into me, crashing over me. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t move. My eyes were open and unfocused, but I couldn’t see. There was only darkness and stars.
I sizzled as Dominic groaned above me. “I’m coming with you,” he grunted, hands on my ass, body straining full-length on top of me, tilting my hips for me as he charged his way through both our orgasms.
My toes were curled, sweat slick between our bodies, a buzzing noise in my head and the sounds of Dominic’s growls and gasps above. He slowed from battering to rocking before collapsing on top of me, melting into me.
I don’t know how long we floated together before he rolled to his side, slipping from me. He pulled off his condom, dropping it into the trash by the desk. Where did that come from? I have no memory of him either finding or putting on a condom. When Dominic put his hands on me, I couldn’t think straight.
It was the middle of the afternoon, but I dozed then, floating away. Ahh Morpheus.
Chapter 18
Sometime later, I don’t know how long, I awoke to pounding on the door. Dominic was still beside me rousing as well.
“Dom? You in there? Joe’s parents are here to see you.”
“Yeah. Okay. Tell them I’ll be right there.”
I watched the lean muscles play across his back as he pulled clean underwear from the drawer by the bed. His ass was sculpted, nice and round, with cute little indentations curving into either side. I watched until it was out of sight, covered by his boxer briefs. He pulled on the jeans and T-shirt from earlier. I was cool with the loss of his warmth, but before leaving Dominic drew the blanket over me then headed to the door barefoot.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
I stretched, luxuriating in the warm comfort and smiling as I recognized Dominic’s scent surrounding me. Then I realized I couldn’t stay here. He was dressed and I was not. I was new to this and waiting naked in a man’s bed was not something I was comfortable with.
My muscles protested as I rolled from the bed. The discomfort between my legs screeched as I stood. It was astonishing to me that I had been a virgin earlier today. They say your first time can be painful, but I have to admit, I barely noticed any pain or disc
omfort during, although I was definitely noticing it now. I would have to say that rubbed raw sounds a lot sexier than it feels.
I found some tissues on the desk and cleaned myself up. I had to pee, but no way was I wandering alone in this house just to find a bathroom. I had some not too pleasant memories.
As I went hunting for my missing panties, I noticed several wet spots on the blanket. He wore a condom so that was all me. I would have described myself as juicy, but wow. There was probably a little blood mixed in too. Good thing the blanket was navy blue so stains would be less noticeable. I folded it quickly, hiding the evidence.
Sitting in the chair, I pulled on my boots and that’s how Dominic found me.
“I thought I told you to stay there,” he said.
“Sorry. I wasn’t comfortable waiting naked in a guy’s bed. Besides, it’s getting late and I should probably get going. What did Joey’s parents want?”
He leaned his butt against the desk and crossed his legs at the ankles. His bare feet were next to my boots. I had never noticed before, but bare feet are sexy, or maybe that was just Dominic.
“They were here to pick him up for the holiday. I guess he never told them he was kicked out of the house.”
“Maybe between moving out and finding a new place, he hasn’t had a chance.”
“Yeah, maybe, but Thanksgiving is a pretty big deal, you’d think he’d say something. Even if he didn’t want to talk about it, he could make his own way home or meet them somewhere so they wouldn’t find out until he was ready to tell them. Anyway, forget that. We need to talk about us.”
I didn’t really want to talk about us. This was all so new and embarrassing. It was beautiful, but embarrassing. Besides, if we don’t talk about it, put any labels on our relationship, I can still imagine this might actually go somewhere.
“What’s to talk about,” I said blithely. “It was great and I’ll see you tomorrow at the soup kitchen before heading to your parents for dinner.”
Then I realized dinner with his parents might be a big deal. A lump developed inside my chest, growing and blocking my throat, interfering with my breathing.