by Anthology
“Christ,” Dom breathed, his cock so hard the tip nearly poked out the top of his trousers. “What else?” He took a tentative step forward and when she looked at him invitingly he slowly prowled over to the tree. He leaned one forearm on the trunk so he was looking down at her, and pressed his nose into the hair on the top of her head, breathing deeply. “Did you touch yourself,” he moved his hand down to cup her mound through her thin dress, “here?”
Clari’s breath hitched, and she undulated against his hand softly, sinuously. “Yes,” she whispered and tipped her head back to lean it against the tree so she could see him. “I touched myself there until I learned how to climax.”
“God, Clari,” Dom rasped, as he rubbed his palm over the heat of her, evident even through her clothes. She was all that he had dreamed and more. “Are you wet right now?”
Clari’s hips moved against him again, and she nodded. “Touch me, Dominic.”
Dom moved and began to knead and shape Clari’s breasts, the pressure of his hands nearly spilling the creamy globes out of her low-cut bodice. She moaned. “I should have known you’d start there.” Dom looked at her in question. She shook her head. “Men rarely look in my face when they’re talking to me, Dominic. They look at my breasts.”
He ran a finger along the soft swells over the pale silk border. “This is lower than you’ve worn in the past, Clari. This dress is more provocative. Why? If you don’t want men to stare.” He continued to trace an invisible line across the hot, satiny flesh, and gooseflesh rose in the wake of his finger. Her nipples were still hard, tempting him.
“I wanted you to kiss me again,” she said, her voice trembling. “I wanted to make you want me.” She shrugged unsteadily. “It seemed the quickest way to do it.”
Clari closed her eyes on a moan as Dom ran featherlight fingers over her nipples. He laughed, the sound low and predatory. “I have wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” He leaned his hips in and rubbed his cock against her and they both gasped. Dom dragged in a moan. “Christ almighty, you’ve got me so hard I ache.” Clari’s hands clutched his shoulders.
He pulled away and spun her around to unlace her dress. As soon as it was loose he turned her back and pulled it down, along with her chemise, until they rested just below her breasts. The clothes, and her corset, pushed her lush breasts up and forward like an offering. They were pale perfection topped with large rosy red nipples, turgid and begging to be sucked. “These are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, Clari.” He didn’t try to minimize his admiration as he leaned down and licked one rosy peak, slowly dragging the flat of his tongue over it, savoring the texture and flavor. He bit it gently and she cried out, arching her back. Dom latched on to the sweet bud greedily, sucking and pulling on it, his hand cupping the fullness of her large breast, pressing it into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off the nipple with a pop, and licked the soft skin of her breast, then ran his tongue over the small bumps that filled the dark pink areola around the delicious point. He loved the textures of her breast—smooth, rough, soft, hard. She tasted of spicy perfume and the salty tang of sweat, a heady combination.
Clari was panting, her hands buried in his hair. “I’m glad you like them,” she said breathlessly.
“Do you taste this good everywhere, Clari?” he growled. She looked at him blankly and he straightened, running his fingers worshipfully over the soft, creamy skin, feeling the heat and softness and marveling at it. He explained. “I want to lick your pussy, Clari. I want to taste you there, too.”
Clari felt her knees go weak at Dominic’s words. “Yes, Dominic,” she told him, her voice a rough whisper. “I want that. Can you do that?” He fell to his knees before her and pushed her skirt up, his movements urgent as if he had to taste her now, right this minute.
“I can do that and more, Clari.” He shoved the skirt into her hands and she grabbed it.
She felt his fingers nimbly working on the tie to her drawers. Then she heard a rip.
“Damn.” She looked down and the tie was undone, but he’d ripped the drawers nearly in half. The sight of him kneeling before her, his face on a level with her wet, throbbing sex made Clari moan and close her eyes.
“Just rip the damn things off and put your mouth on me,” she groaned. “Lord, Dominic, I never knew a man would do that for a woman.” She yanked at the torn garment. “I want more. I want you to do everything to me, Dominic, everything you ever wanted to do to a woman.”
He reached out and ripped the drawers off, the sound loud in their secluded clearing. “That is precisely what I’d hoped to talk about this evening,” he said in a choked voice. Dominic looked up at her, as if to make sure she was watching and then touched a finger to the top of her dark pelt of pubic hair. The touch was light, soft, but it went through Clari like lightning. She shook with the force of it, felt her entrance swell and open, her juices flow in a hot rush to coat her lips there. Dominic ran his finger down to the top of her slit and then insinuated it between her swollen lips. She cried out when he pressed on the small, hard nub there, and her hips thrust against that one finger. He slid his finger lightly down until he touched the weeping entrance at the heart of her sex.
“So wet, Clari,” he murmured, “so hot and swollen.” He looked up at her and there was triumph in his gaze. “You’ll do it,” he told her. “You’ll do anything I want.”
And in that moment Clari knew he was right. She nodded slowly. “Yes, Dominic, I’ll do anything.”
He leaned in and his tongue licked her, staying on the outer lips, lapping up the cream coating them, nuzzling his nose in her damp pubic hair. Clari bit her lip to stifle her cry of pleasure, and released one hand from her skirt to clutch his head and hold his mouth to her. His tongue darted in and danced around her hard clitoris, and Clari thrust against it. When he did it again, as she thrust her hips she felt his finger push inside her, slowly but insistently until it was fully embedded in her sheath. It felt big and rough, and so good.
“Dominic, yes,” she moaned and her reward was another thrust as he drank the juice that was flowing freely from her now, drawn by his finger fucking her so deliciously. It became a dance of thrust and retreat, his mouth always there, licking, drinking, nibbling—eating her sex. She couldn’t stop her moans as she rode his face, her thighs trembling with the effort to stay up as her arousal built around his finger and mouth.
When he pulled his mouth away Clari cried out in dismay and he laughed. “Clari, my little wanton. You taste so good I’m tempted to eat you all night. You’re so bloody wet, you’ve soaked my hand.”
He thrust his finger in hard and deep and Clari rode it. On the next thrust it felt bigger, and she moaned at the sting of it.
“I’ve got two fingers in your cunt, Clari,” Dom whispered. She looked down and through the haze of her desire saw him watching his fingers fucking into her. “Do you want another?”
Clari licked her lips and the sensation of her own tongue there was arousing she’d become so sensitive. “Do you?” she finally asked Dominic, who’d been patiently waiting for an answer. His reply was to push three fingers inside her, and the fullness, the sting, the ache of it was heaven. “Dominic!” she cried out.
Immediately he pushed his mouth against her again, and latched on to her clitoris, sucking noisily. His fingers fucked her deep and hard and Clari saw stars behind her eyes. She was reaching for the bliss she knew awaited her. She’d climaxed before, but not with a man. Not with Dominic, his fingers fucking her, his face buried between her thighs.
Suddenly one of his fingers pulled out, and traced a line back to the tight hole in her bottom. He ran his wet finger around the hole and then without warning pushed it in, not all the way but still enough to make Clari cry out. It was decadent, arousing, shocking, and it felt good, so good, as he began to wiggle the finger there, and rock it in a small in-and-out motion, never really retreating but massaging her back passage.
“God, yes,” Clari groaned, and
Dominic groaned with her. At the feel of his rumble of satisfaction against her sex Clari could take no more and convulsed around him. He pressed everything hard inside her, his fingers rubbing on a particularly sensitive spot in her cunt, the finger in her bottom hooking there, his tongue lashing her pulsing bud, and Clari thought her orgasm would never end. She cried out, and when the peak passed little tremors continued to shake her as Dominic’s ministrations grew gentler and slower.
He finally pulled away and Clari moaned at the loss of his fingers inside her. She watched Dominic pull a small portion of her chemise to his face and wipe it off. He must be drenched with her juices. She couldn’t raise any genuine regret through the pleasurable haze of satiation, but she apologized just the same, her voice hoarse from her cries.
Dominic just smiled at her as he stood up. “Don’t be sorry,” he said as he took her skirts and lowered them, covering her. “I’m not.”
Dominic took her hand and led her over to the bench in the corner. She followed docilely, letting him arrange her there to his liking. He sat her on the edge of the bench and then he stepped close, straddling her lap, his legs spread wide. Her face was nearly pressed into the bulge in his trousers and she looked up at him, confused for a moment. When she saw the heat in his gaze understanding dawned in a flash.
“Can I do that to you?” she asked eagerly. “Take you in my mouth?”
“Please,” Dominic said, but it wasn’t a request, it was a command.
Dominic watched Clari’s face as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock out. God, it felt good to free it from its confining prison. He was so hard from eating her and having her come all over him he was sure he wouldn’t last long. He knew he was pushing the boundaries with a virgin, but that had been his intent tonight. He needed to know if Clari could handle his sexual appetites. He desperately hoped she could, because he loved her too much to walk away now. Most of his doubts about that had been settled. But there were still questions. Not many women enjoyed sucking a man’s cock, swallowing his seed. He wanted his woman to enjoy it. If Clari enjoyed it, it would tell him so much about her latent sexuality.
Clari tentatively reached out and touched the tip of his erection, already leaking. She spread the moisture around the dark head of his penis, and then pulled her hand away to rub her fingers together, as if testing the texture. Then she pressed a finger to her lips and the tip of her tongue peeked out to taste it.
“Christ, Clari,” Dom groaned, “you’re going to be the death of me.” She looked up at him and smiled, then she stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked all of the moisture off. Dom felt his cock leaking more at the sight.
Clari slowly pulled her finger from her mouth, a natural-born seductress as she watched him watch her. “It tastes salty,” she murmured, pressing two fingers against his slit this time to gather the cream. Dom grabbed her hand.
“I don’t want to come on your fingers, Clari,” he ground out. “If you like the taste, then suck it off. Put my cock in your mouth and suck. I want to come there, and I’ll give you all you can swallow then.”
Clari needed no more encouragement. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and leaned in, sucking the heart-shaped head into her mouth like a treat. Her tongue ran over it inside her incredibly hot, wet mouth and Dom grabbed the elaborate knot of hair on the back of her head, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth. She resisted for a moment, struggling, and Dom felt his desire spike at her weakness, his dominance of her. He imagined how much he was going to like tying her up, spanking her before she sucked his cock while she lay helpless, her ass stinging from his blows. He threw his head back and thrust into her mouth with pleasure at the thought.
Clari made a whimper of surrender and opened her mouth wider. Dom shuddered at the feeling, at the hot saliva in her mouth surrounding his cock, the slight scrape of her teeth. “Yes, Clari, like that,” he murmured, pulling out until only the head was still in her mouth and then thrusting again. She knew the dance now, she was ready for it. “Relax your mouth, Clari, and your throat. I can go deeper that way, fuck your mouth without hurting you.” He felt her immediately follow his instructions, and loved the power of it.
“Good girl,” he praised her gruffly, and watched his cock go in and out, fucking that full, sweet mouth. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed. “Do you like it, Clari?” he murmured, directing her head to start moving on him with the hand in her hair. Her eyes flew open, and she looked up at him, never hesitating as she began to bob her head in time with his thrusts. “Jesus,” he whispered, overcome at the sight of her with her mouth stuffed full of his cock, her eyes hungry. Her hands slid up his legs to grip his thighs and pull him closer. “You like to suck it,” he said in awe, “you like it when I fuck your mouth.”
Clari moaned in response and angled her head so his cock was deeper in her throat with each thrust. Dom moaned her name and gripped her hair so hard he knew it must hurt her, but she didn’t protest. He was trying to stay in control, not to fuck her tender, virgin mouth too hard. “Suck it now, Clari,” he ground out, feeling his orgasm building as his balls grew tight and pulled in. “Suck it and swallow it when I come.” She gave a tiny little nod and Dom’s head nearly exploded when she drew deeply on his cock, her cheeks hollowing with her effort. His thrusts into her mouth got shorter, so that most of his cock remained in that tight, hot, wet cocoon, and Clari’s arms snaked between his spread legs to press her hands against his ass and pull him closer. The brush of her arms on his balls, the sight of her rapturous face as he fucked that incredible mouth pushed Dom into orgasm. He came with a growl, pressing his cock deep in her mouth with the hand on the back of her head as he felt his release shoot out in wave after wave of pleasure. Clari whimpered, but she swallowed around his thick length, drinking him down. He watched her with narrowed eyes, his sight dim and unfocused for a moment. He saw some of his cum leak out of the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t take it all, but she was trying, and he loved her for it.
When the aftershocks were over, Dom carefully pulled his cock out. Clari tenderly closed her mouth, wiggling her jaw to ease the ache of having it pressed wide for so long.
“I’m sorry,” Dom told her as he tried to close his trousers with hands still shaking from one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.
“I’m not,” Clari said, and they smiled at one another, both clearly struck by the redundancy of this conversation. Dom leaned down and kissed her softly, then licked salty residue of his pleasure from her chin and cheeks as her breath trembled in the air.
After they had redressed and tidied up a bit more, Dominic tucked her hand into the curve of his elbow. “We’d best be getting back. We’re going to be missed soon.”
Clari sighed and walked slowly next to him, their hips bumping gently as they were in no hurry to leave their little corner. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” she asked teasingly.
Dominic stopped and looked at her seriously. “You’re going to marry me, you know,” he told her. How like Dominic not to ask, Clari thought with a sigh. She decided now was not the time to argue.
“Yes, I know.” Dominic grinned at her easy agreement.
“Did you mean it when you said you would do anything I wanted?” he purred as he pulled her close again, his arms holding her tight as he nuzzled the hair they’d only just put to rights.
“Yes,” she sighed, snuggling against him. His arms tightened.
“I like to watch, Clari,” he breathed, “and I like to share.”
Clari went still for a moment. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
“I like to watch other people fuck.” Dominic’s words had her heart pounding. “I want to watch you fuck, Clari. Fuck someone else.”
The thought was shockingly arousing. She thought she knew who, but she asked anyway. “Who, Dominic?”
He pulled back and put his hands on her shoulders. He hunched down a bit so he could see her face. “Benford.”
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sp; Clari’s breath caught in her throat as her body reacted to the image her mind immediately conjured.
“And I want to fuck you with him. Both of us, like my fingers in you tonight.”
Clari couldn’t catch her breath. He meant one cock in her pussy and one in her ass. She was sure that was what he meant.
“Does that arouse you?” he asked, his voice husky. He obviously knew the answer, saw it in her reaction.
“Yes,” she whispered, and Dominic grinned as he took her hand and placed it back on his arm. He began walking again as if this were a normal conversation.
“It won’t be all the time, Clari,” he explained quietly. “Only once in a while. I have a feeling just fucking you is going to be more than enough to satisfy me most of the time. But I do like those other things, Clari, and I think you will too.” He stopped and faced her, his look knowing. “I know you’ll like it. Ben is very good.”
Clari reacted with only minor shock, a testament to how far she’d come in just one night. “Is he your lover?” she asked.
“No.” Dominic shrugged. “But when the mood strikes we share a woman. What you need to know is that I like it all, Clari. I like to experience sexual pleasure, and feel no embarrassment about the things that give it to me.” He put his hand over hers on his arm and squeezed. “I don’t want you to either. I always want you to feel free to try whatever you like—with me.”
Before Clari could answer they heard a voice quietly calling his name.
“Over here, Ben,” Dominic called back just as quietly. Benford came around the corner ahead of them.
“I was getting worried. Someone is going to note your absence soon.” He was looking at Clari as he spoke, and she blushed as she thought of what Dominic wanted. Dominic let go of her hand and she turned her head sharply toward him. He took two steps away, watching her with hooded eyes. She turned back to Benford to see the same look on his face, and she realized this was it, the test. Was she daring enough to give Dominic what he wanted? What she wanted?