Sweetness

by S Gonzalez

  “DOMINIC! STOP! PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!” He stops but doesn’t turn around. I slow down to a teetering stroll. Thank fuck. These heals are not made for running. I step in front of him and I notice his fists are balled up at his side and his face is beet red.

  “Baby, please talk to me. What’s wrong? What did I do?”

  “What did you do? You tell me Emma. What DID you do? Did you happen to fuck your boss while I was gone? Did you do that, Emma? Because it sure looked like that’s what was about to happen when I saw you.” His words were coming out fast and harsh. His face reddens and his eyes are filled with rage.

  “No! No! No! What you saw…that was an act. There was some girl hitting on him-“

  “And what? You were jealous that someone was hitting on your…Jesus, Emma, he is your boss for fucks sake.”

  “Listen to me! There was some drunk girl hitting on him at the bar so I pretended to be his date so he could get away from her.” My heart is pounding and my dry mouth is preventing me from saying too much. I don’t want him to be mad at me.

  “Pretended to be his date! Well then, Emma, I think you missed your calling as an actress, because from where I was standing you were pretty damn

  convincing,” he growls.

  I reach my hand up to his face and he steps back. When our eyes lock I notice his are shiny. “Dominic, I swear I am telling the truth. I have never slept with Gabe. I am not even sure Gabe is straight to tell you the truth.” Dominic’s shoulders relax a little. I take a step toward him and his eyes never leave mine as I cup his cheeks forcing him to look at me. He snaps his head back and my hands fall to my sides.

  “Dom, its only you. I’ve missed you.” I put my hands on his waist but he doesn’t move. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as if he is silently composing himself. When he exhales, his strong arms wrap around me.

  I can feel him smelling my hair as he pulls me in closer. “I’m sorry. Baby, I swear. I am sorry that I made you jealous. I didn’t expect you until tomorrow. I am so glad you’re here.”

  “I have missed you so much and seeing you hanging on him and laughing…I just lost it. I thought that you decided you didn’t want to see me after all.” He cocks his head to one side after pulling back slightly.

  “I checked with the hotel and they don’t have an Emma Hill staying there,” “however there is a Mr. and Mrs. Gabe Hernandez staying in a suite. The hotel doorman told me Gabe was headed this way so I thought I might seek him out to ask him where you were. Imagine my surprise when I saw your PDA.” He looks at me with a raised brow. Shit, this is not going to sound good. Especially now.

  A take a step back and nervously fidget with my hands. “Umm. The reason, uhhh…how do I say this. The hotel thinks, I. Am. Mrs. Hernandez,” I say as slowly and timidly as I can manage knowing full well this is going to go over like a ton of bricks.

  “What? Why?” He shouts taking his own step back.

  “Gabe an I are sharing the suite. And when-“

  “What the fuck do you mean you are sharing a suite? Emma, I am trying to trust you but damn it, you are making this difficult.” He cuts me off as I try to rush out my explanation as if saying it faster will make more sense.

  “There are two bedrooms in the suite. I have my own room. When we checked in, the girl at the front desk thought we were married for whatever reason. We didn’t see a reason to correct her so we took our room keys and walked away. Gabe even gave me the master bedroom because he said that he understood you would probably want to stay in my room and he thought we could use more space.” Dominic is clenching his jaw as he looks over the top of my head with his hand on his hip. He shakes his head erratically, as if he is trying to throw an image out of his head.

  I step closer cautiously and he pulls me in close to his chest, hugging me tight. “This is not how I wanted this to go,” he mutters into my hair. His body still rigid with tension.

  “How exactly did you see this playing out?” I smile into his chest then pull back to look at the face I have been longing to see for so long. He traces my jaw with his index finger down to the base of my throat. I let out a small moan and his expression turns mischievous.

  “I expected you to be in your room, naked, waiting for me.” His mouth crashes into mine forcefully and steals my breath. His tongue invades my mouth as he grasps my ass with both hands to pull me closer. I can feel his erection pressing into me. I pull my hands to the back of his head, letting the short hair tickle my palms as I deepen our kiss. He’s all over me like a feral animal desperate for a meal.

  I pull back breathlessly not yet able to open my eyes. “Your wish is my command.” I step away from him towards the street and hail a cab. As I raise my hand in the air to flag one down I can feel Dominic behind me holding onto my waist. He kisses my neck and I roll my head back savoring his lips on my body. “You keep doing that I am going to have to fuck you in the back of the cab,” I whisper.

  He turns me around and starts to kiss me again. I nip his lower lip with my teeth. He grabs both of my hands to pull me back toward he sidewalk. “Walking may be faster.”

  “After all the running I did in these heals, my feet are killing me.”

  “I’ll carry you,” he says seriously.

  “You certainly will not,” I laugh. He lets out a moan and steps back toward the street to urgently hail a cab. Apparently if you simply step in front of one as it passes, it will stop. Not something I would recommend but it worked all the same.

  The hotel is only a few blocks away, sex in a cab would not be a good idea but teasing is never off the table. He tells the driver where to go as I run my hand up his thigh and cup his erection through his jeans. He whips his head to me, shocked, and from the looks of it, willing to play along. He puts one hand around my shoulder and returns the favor while his lips kiss my neck and jaw. He squeezes and kneads me through my pants. The seam of my jeans is rubbing me through my panties in just the right spot. Thank you lord for the invention of denim. I am so fired up, he sets me off right there in the back seat with just a few more tight squeezes while we massage each other through our clothes. He buries my face into his neck so the driver can’t hear my cries of gratification. Just as I feel the tell tale pull of my core I bite down on his shoulder.

  “Ahh, Emma, easy,” he speaks so only I can hear him.

  The car comes to a stop and I look up to see him watching me with a naughty smile on his face. “You’re so damn cute. I could watch you forever.”

  I take my hand off of him while he reaches for his wallet to pay the driver. He opens the door and takes my hand helping me out of the car. My legs are a bit wobbly and it takes me a few steps to regain my footing. Dominic smirks at me and puts his arm around my waist to hold me steady. I put my arm around his waist and slip my hand into his back pocket. He moves his arm up to my shoulder and pulls me into him tighter so he can kiss my forehead.

  When we walk through the lobby, I see the same brunette, who checked Gabe and I in earlier. She looks up at me from her computer. I stop dead in my tracks, pulling Dominic back a step. He looks confused by this and I motion with my eyes over to the front desk. He puts one arm around my waist and the other hand behind the nape of my neck. This is becoming our signature move ever since I told him I want him to hold me like he does his mic stand. He pulls me in for a passionate kiss as I run my hands up his back until my hands grip his shoulders. After a few seconds he pulls back and smiles sweetly before glancing at the receptionist, giving her a sexy wink. Miss Flirty receptionist is shocked and gapes at us trying in vein to regaining her composure.

  We both laugh and head toward he elevators before we can no longer control ourselves and decide the lobby floor is good enough for a reunion romp. I press the button and see Gabe walking through the lobby and over toward the front desk. The same woman behind the desk looks at him then glances over towards us nervously. Dominic and I laugh harder as we enter the empty elevator, pressing the door close button before anyone, especia
lly Gabe, climbs in.

  “Well that little scene should keep her guessing,” I giggle. “Can you believe even after she assumed Gabe and I were married, she continued to flirt with him.” Dominic shakes his head and turns toward me. He brushes the back of his fingers against my cheek and stares into my eyes.

  “How did you get here so early? We didn’t expect you until tomorrow,” I ask.

  “I knew you were arriving tonight. Yesterday I told the guys that we weren’t stopping. I talked to the driver and convinced him to let us all take turns driving so we could go right through. I couldn’t wait to see my girl.” He kisses my nose just as the elevator door pings. I fish the room key out of my purse as we both continue to grope each other along the way.

  When I finally get the door open Dominic glances around and whistles through his teeth before asking which room is mine. I point to my door and his eyes go dark. “Room. Naked. Now!” He says very seriously.

  I practically run toward the bedroom door giggling. He eagerly follows closing and locking the door behind him before he leans his back on the door and crosses his arms. I stand in the middle of the room and observe him, awaiting further instruction. “Your clothes aren’t going to take themselves off, Emma.”

  “Then I suggest you take them off of me.”

  “Oh, Sweetness, with pleasure.”

  Dominic stalks toward me. I immediately feel my panties dampen in anticipation. I step back toward the bed until I feel the mattress behind my knees. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on the bed before dropping to his knees, before taking off my shoes and socks. My eyes are fixed on him the whole time.

  My breathing is getting harsher. All of my nerve endings are standing at attention anticipating his skin touching mine. I lift my shirt over my head and lay back. Dominic slides up and unbuttons my jeans with shaky hands; as if he is just as nervous as I am.

  His well maintained body floats over me while his callused hands lift my camisole up slightly, so he can kiss my stomach. His fresh scent makes me more attuned to his physical presence in my room. I feel his hands caress my lower torso until he finds his way down to my waistband to slip down my zipper. He pulls my pants down and off while tracing the tip of his warm tongue across my hip bone.

  Dominic stands and removes his t-shirt, shoes, and socks while I slide up the bed onto my knees wearing nothing but my matching white lace bra and thong. He steps toward the bed and I stop him. “Pants!”

  Bending at the hips he pulls off his pants and boxer briefs in one motion. Yup, he is just as impressive as I recall, standing superbly naked and eager. I bite my bottom lip and drink in his lean, muscular body that is brightly painted with colorful tattoos down his arms and across his shoulders. Goddamn he’s sexy.

  Slowly inching toward me, the symbol of what a man should be joins me on his knees on the bed. We are a breath apart; the only part of him touching me is his erection between us. He smells of cologne, the same kind he left behind when he left New York. I have grown so accustom to the scent I could spot it like a bloodhound from across a room. I would spray it on my pillow before I would go to sleep at night and pretend he was with me. It somehow made me feel closer to him.

  Dominic brushes my hair off my shoulder and runs his fingers down my back to the clasp of my bra. With ease he frees the tiny hooks and I wiggle the straps off my arms so it falls onto the bed. He looks down; stopping at my chest, then back up. His hooded bedroom eyes leaving trails of warmth in their wake. He runs his fingers from my back, around my ribcage, and up to my breasts grabbing each of them with his whole hand. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck so we can be as close as possible. I have missed his touch. I have yearned for him since the day I watched his bus leave, and I am bursting with anticipation for him to be inside of me.

  “I am so happy to see you, Emma. I dreamt of you almost every night. I would spray your perfume in my hotel room wherever I was, just so I could smell you.” He kisses my neck and cheeks. I can feel his cock twitching between us as he presses him body into mine.

  “I see that you are happy to see me. Or rather, I feel that you are happy to see me.” I smirk. I can feel him doing the same against my neck as he continues his trail of wet kisses. “I did the same thing, ya’ know. Spraying your cologne in my room. I have gone through a lot of batteries this month,” I giggle shyly.

  Pulling back he kisses my lips gently before he yanks my legs out from underneath me effortlessly, by yanking on my upper thighs.

  Jeez, so rough. Usually, anything aggressive would set me off to a full blown freak out but it is not the case with Dominic. He is rough but I feel completely safe with him. I am usually a one and done kind of girl. I never really date as much as have one night stands to satisfy my needs. I never wanted anyone to get too close before him. Glen did that to me. He made me feel worthless and dirty. He constantly drove the point home that I was ruined and no one would ever want me, let alone love me.

  But Dominic wants me. He makes me feel beautiful and cherished. His words warm my soul and make me believe that I am good enough for more that a quick fuck. I’m getting way ahead of myself. I doubt after a month of talking and texting he is ready for anything more. Hell, I don’t know that I can be anything more for him. I am a dime a dozen. He hasn’t said anything but I can’t imagine he went this whole time without touching another woman. Not with all those wiling girls at his disposal. I know Wanda is right, I can only control my actions not his. I have to live for the time we are together and not worry about the time we are apart. I knew this was part of the arrangement. Friends with benefits, that’s the deal.

  I have been used for sex since I was 16, and in turn I have used others in the same manner so I know what it feels like. But this is not the case now. The feelings I have for Dominic are alien to me in a good way. Feeling cherished and appreciated by a man that is not something I am used to. Dominic makes me feel loved and protected.

  Loved? Maybe that is not the right word. I have never loved anyone before. Infatuation? Maybe, but not love. Sex and love are compartmentalized in my brain and those boxes don’t touch. I have never associated sex with love. Sex is a need. A tool if you will, to get what you want. Glen taught me that. Glen taught me that sex could be used to have total control over another person no matter how dirty and defiled you feel in the end. But now, I don’t know. I feel like sex with Dominic is more intense because there is feeling behind it. I like this feeling.

  Dominic hovers over me, cradled in between my legs. He pulls my hands above my head and holds my wrists in place while tracing a path with his fingertips back toward my torso with his free hand. He cups me between my legs. He touches the tender flesh to see how ready I am before placing himself at my opening; he doesn’t push in. He kisses and sucks on my breasts, I can feel my stomach muscles tighten in response. He hasn’t even entered me yet and I am so turned on with anticipation I almost lose it.

  “Dominic…please” I beg. He pushes his thick crown into me then stills, again.

  “Please what Mrs. Hernandez? You will have to keep your voice down if you don’t want your husband to hear you begging your boy toy to fuck you.” What the fuck? I freeze but he continues his torture on my body with his lips. My head is not in the game anymore. I don’t know if he is serious or if he is role-playing but I don’t like this.

  “Dominic, stop.” He stills, just before his lips touch my skin, and looks up at me. “Why are you saying these things? I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”

  “Baby, of course I am serious.” He pushes a little further into me and then starts to slowly retreat. My body defies me as I moan when he begins to fill me. He feels so good I don’t know if I want him to stop or continue with this conversation.

  “Why are you calling me Mrs. Hernandez? I explained that that was a misunderstanding and I apologized for it.” He slides his tip back and forth along the rigid flesh that causes woman to pray to god they have a g-spot. I swear I am going to completely fall over the e
dge before this matter is worked out if he keeps this up.

  “And I believe you. I have to trust that you’re telling me the truth. What I don’t have to do is accept my girl groping another man in public. As fictitious as it may be, I don’t like it. You-are-my-girl.” He slams into me and my eyes roll into the back of my head in ecstasy. “Say it.”

  I can feel my body giving way. One more bit of friction and I will be gone. “Yes. Your girl. Only yours. “ He slams into me again and my insides quicken as he stills. Dominic pulls out slowly and my orgasm again comes to a scratching halt.

  “Good girl. You are mine, Sweetness. Your body belongs to me and in turn my heart belongs to you baby.” He lets go of my wrists and brushes my face with the back of his knuckles. His heart belongs to me? I don’t know what he means. Hell, my head is so fuzzy right now I am not even sure I heard him correctly. He kisses me passionately and begins to move slowly in and out of me. My body can’t take it anymore and I scream out his name into his mouth while he continues to make sweet love to me. He never picks up his pace. Never once lets his own urge to move, take over his need to completely satisfy me. All his hard work makes this euphoric moment go on and on until I am a puddle of goo beneath him.

  I try to control my breathing as I come back down from wherever he sent my body off too. I can feel him watching me. I open my eyes to meet his shiny green orbs. I cup his face with my hands and pull him down for a wet sloppy kiss that is more appreciative then romantic. Dominic opens his eyes and puts his forehead on mine. His hips moving in slow steady thrusts as his own pleasure builds.