by Cee Smith
I motioned with my hands for her to rise to her knees. Her body rocked from side to side as she moved into a comfortable position on her shins. Once settled, her hands dropped to the outside of her thighs.
It wasn’t hard to assume what she expected to happen next. She was primed and in the perfect position to suck my cock. Hell, when I looked down at those cherry lips, that was the first thought to cross my mind, especially with the hungry groan that escaped her as she talked about sucking my dick. I watched her tongue sneak between her lips, flashing a peek of pink that snaked a path across her lips, leaving behind a glistening path of moisture primed for the erection that threatened to break free of my pants.
“Grab your ankles.” Her hands immediately locked around her ankles and her breasts jutted out proudly with the arch of her back. I ran a hand across the top of her head, following a path of hair that fell past the side of her face hiding an erect nipple from my view. Hailey closed her eyes and leaned her head into my soothing palm like a cat gleaning a rub from its master’s hand. Her silken hair parted around my fingers before I flipped the mass of hair behind her shoulder, presenting her fully to my view.
“Are you ready for me?” She opened her eyes at the sound of my voice.
“Yes, Dominic. Please.”
“Don’t encourage me. I’ve been on a plane for hours with nothing to think about besides all the many ways I want to devour your pussy.”
“Do it. I want you to. I need it. Please, Dominic. Don’t make me wait.”
Still in a kneeling position, I grabbed ahold of Hailey balancing her weight with my forearms. When she was at waist level, I thrust her against the wall opposite the kitchen. In this position, all I needed was to open my arms wider to open her legs in a position more available to me.
Once she felt stable, she released her ankles, balancing the majority of her weight within my arms and against the wall at her back. She reached out a tentative hand to touch my lips. Her fingers held a curious touch, as if she touched my lip to remember the feel of my skin beneath her finger. Her finger slipped down my bottom lip, past my chin, over my Adam’s apple into the hollow of my throat. She wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing every spot her fingers touched. Her lips were like a homecoming of soft kisses parading across my skin. The feel of her warm breath fanning across my skin was my undoing.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I growled while hefting her up. Her legs kicked out behind me with the momentum of my lifting her, and her pussy pressed tight against my waist, bathing me in her heat. I held her up with one arm as my free hand shot down to my pants, unfastening them with fumbling fingers laced with adrenaline. Hailey, probably sensing the shakiness of my movements, wrapped one arm around my neck while using her hand to help pull my briefs down lower on my hips. We worked in unison, tugging until my erection sprung free.
“Ssss,” Hailey sucked in air through gritted teeth at the feel of my length nestled against her slit and probing past her ass cheeks.
“No panties, Hailey?”
She leaned into me, her hardened nipples desperate to reach me through the fabric of our thin clothes. Her arms clenched tighter around my neck, flexing as her hands crept along my scalp. She tugged the length of my hair between her fingers, eliciting a sound that croaked from my throat—something akin to a groan of surprise and pleasure. Her face inched closer to my neck, and my whole body tensed with the feel of her nearness. My nerves were jumbled—a mass of synapses misfiring and blood threatening to burst free from my veins.
“Didn’t I already say I missed you?” Her head dropped back against the wall, her face awash with surrender and seduction—a look only Hailey could conjure up. A look meant to disarm, but only made me want to pound her until it hurt to breathe, until I would pass out from lack of oxygen with my dick still twitching inside her in my prone state.
I needed no more encouragement than that look.
My left arm shoved against her shoulders, pinning her to the wall as my other hand thrust her nightie up. I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Blissful moans escaped her mouth—vibrations I could feel in her chest as my lips and teeth licked and bit across her beaded nipples. With her arms pinned down, she was only able to feel across the muscles of my abs bunching between her thighs that encapsulated me.
“Fucking you is the only welcome home I’ll ever need.”
Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I leaned in closer pinning her tighter against the wall. Hailey’s hands fisted my hair, yanking hard enough to pull my face down into her neck.
“Destroy me, Dominic,” she whispered. Those words unleashed the beast in me, my animalistic nature returning with a thirst for the deepest recesses of Hailey’s cunt.
In one smooth motion, I barreled into Hailey. My whole body thrusting forward until I was on the balls of my feet, her pussy encasing me to the hilt.
“Ah!” She yipped with the sudden intrusion. Her head snapped back against the wall with the force of my ravaging cock. My cock was frantic, pumping into her as if I were racing to my end.
“Tell me I own you.”
“Always.”
My dick stiffened at that one word, and her body tensed in response. She huffed out a groan as I pushed harder. My mouth came down on hers seeking the taste of her tongue, the heat of her lips. Her tongue rushed out to meet mine, luring me into her depths where she let me dominate her mouth. I licked, nipped, and sucked on her lips—my tongue mimicking the movements of my cock. I fucked her so hard I thought I would pound us through the sheetrock, but even that wouldn’t stop me from bringing us to the brink. There was nothing I loved more than throwing Hailey over the edge, just to see her lose control.
“You’re so close. Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Hailey clenched down on me so hard it was like she was trying to stop the blood flow to my cock. With one hand still fisted in my hair, she drew the other hand across the back of my shoulders, clawing her need into my skin. Her breaths huffed out harder, her restless body squirmed within my arms—entrusting that I would continue holding her arm despite her movements. The moans bottled within her throat escaped, and I thrust my fingers in her mouth triggering her release. Her loud moans were muffled around my fingers as she vacillated between licking and sucking my fingers in desperation and vocally expending the build-up of an orgasm that had her body convulsing.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she breathed, like I was some god that had fulfilled her wishes. I half expected her to drop to her knees and bow at my feet in devotion to the supreme dicking I just gave her. I don’t remember her ever being this thankful for cock, I thought with a smirk.
Her eyes were closed and her lips were quirked in an absent smile as if she transcended this realm and drifted into the ether.
“Come back to me, matakia mou. I’m not done with you yet.” My words fell past sweat-slickened hair to the shell of her ear. Her eyes popped open, and I watched her pupils readjust to the low light. She looked disoriented, but all it took was the pinch of a bud between my teeth to bring her back to me. She jutted her breasts out—offering me more of what my mouth sought—and I devoured her with gusto.
“Dominic.” Her voice bordered on a whine. It wasn’t a request. It was a need for something only I could give her. She needed my release almost as much as she needed her own and I wasn’t one to hold back. I wanted to give her everything, including bathing her pussy with the come she definitely earned.
“Fuck, Hailey. I’m coming,” I said through clenched teeth. As soon as she felt the first douse of my come spurt inside her walls, she clutched me tighter within her arms, the walls of her cunt closing in on me, milking me until I was completely empty, until the feel of being inside her nearly brought me to my knees, crumpling us both into the wall.
“Ah!” she yelled as I caught us before we were both upended on the ground.
“I got you,” I said, pulling her closer to my body, lifting her up around my hips as I rained kisses across her neck and cheeks
. She released a sigh filled with contentment, and I kissed her thoroughly as I carried her back to the bedroom.
I nestled into the warmth of Dominic’s chest—still damp from the shower we had taken moments earlier. He took me again with slow measured thrusts against the cold tiled walls. Every caress felt lazy as his hands groped my skin drunkenly. Dominic’s attention heightened as I brought the bar of soap against his chest. The muscles were smooth beneath wisps of hair that shook beneath the rivulets of water running across his muscled body. His eyes were hooded, neck tense with restraint as I dropped to my knees and cherished his body with every stroke of my soap-laden hands.
I laid in bed running my hand absently across his scar, feeling assured by the solid heartbeat that thumped beneath my hands. The house was silent in those few moments where the only thing that seemed to exist were the two of us, breathing our reunion with every rise and fall of our chests. Dominic hadn’t said much since he walked through the door, but the house felt heavy with his presence as if all of the problems we sought to escape when we left New York had hitched a ride with him and were lying in wait to cause devastation with a single word uttered from his lips.
“Jackson said you were able to see a bit of Catanzaro yesterday. What did you think?”
Now that my body was sated, my mind was in overdrive with a feeling I wasn’t even sure was justified. How could I tell him that the last thing I wanted to talk about was what the fuck I did yesterday? There were so many other things, important things that threatened us. Dominic had been on edge lately, which could have been due to the stress that the media had put on our lives, but it felt like something else. Even on the first day the news went viral, he was attentive, concerned, pissed, but never secretive. Maybe the distance that I felt was a defense mechanism of his.
When I looked into those blackened eyes looking so unaware, how could I bring myself to tell him that something was happening—a crack in the foundation with the potential to transform into a canyon? I pushed back the feeling that I was unraveling and answered his question.
“Yes. Jessa and I were able to tour a bit of the city. It’s really beautiful here. Have you been before?”
“No, not here specifically, though I have been to Italy.”
“How long do you think we’ll be here?”
I knew he felt me shift within his arms. My whole body was aligned with his, so the slightest movement would have been announced, but I needed to see his face. I didn’t know what his expression would convey. Dominic was always good at concealing his every emotion, so I shouldn’t have expected much of anything. With my hand still pressed against his chest, I leaned over, meeting his eyes while he answered me.
“We won’t be here any longer than we need to be, Hailey. Were you expecting a different answer? I told you before you left that I wasn’t sure of the duration.”
“What happened in Chicago?”
“I had a meeting.”
“Nothing else? Nothing happened while you were there? I only talked to you for a few moments the entire time you were there.”
“What is this?”
“What?”
“The questions, Hailey.” Dominic rolled so that I was no longer resting atop his body, but pinned beneath his. Something inside of me wanted to curl up and hide from his penetrating stare and intimidating posture. Dominic had a way about him—like he could flick on the fear in me with a flip of a switch. Yes, things had changed between us, but some things were innate. It was nature. When an animal sensed a predator nearby, the fight or flight instincts took over. Dominic had a way of jumbling my instincts until I wasn’t sure which was which.
His hardened glare made me want to release a torrent of lies, half-truths, anything to absolve the hold he had over me, while still holding my fear and insecurities within.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you anymore. There’s this distance…I’m scared.” My eyes cut away from him, not wanting him to see the look that accompanied my meek words. I felt ashamed to even admit it. The words felt like they’d been stripped from me.
His left hand lifted from the mattress and tightened around my chin, adjusting my face until my eyes were aligned with his. He handled me as if he needed to see the sincerity in my declaration, as if my face would reveal the truth that my words could never say.
Dominic had been pushing me away, even more so than when he captured me. How was I supposed to break through? Dominic was the type of man that if he wanted you on the outside, that’s where you would find yourself.
His face tipped down to mine, his lips brushed my lips, sweeping across sweet kisses that conveyed not the possessive and obsessive love he held for me, but a sweet reverence that hypnotized me with the taste of his mouth. These were lazy-Sunday-afternoon-at-the-park kisses, not the kind that led to stripped clothing and labored breaths. As his tongue passed over mine, I knew he aimed at reassuring me in what we had. That what we held between us was deeper than physical. Dominic wasn’t a religious man, but he did believe that we were meant to meet, and this kiss felt like two souls reunited. Our bodies were vessels used to reunite a love that existed long before we were even born.
“I don’t want you worrying. You’re supposed to be relaxing. What do you think all of this stress does to Ellie?”
“You know I hate when you do that,” I said as I tried to wriggle out from beneath him.
“What’s that, matakia mou?”
“Bring Ellie into this. I wouldn’t be stressed if you didn’t give me a reason to stress.”
“Or, maybe you would find something else to worry yourself over. Perhaps you need something to focus your energy on. Maybe you should spend some of your time here thinking about what you want to do next.”
His suggestion took me back to the conversation I had had the previous day. Apparently, he and my mom were thinking along the same lines. However, neither of them said, “Hey, you have a lot on your plate already. Maybe you should worry about a career later.” In fact, it was the opposite. Both seemed to be rushing me toward that dreaded next step. I didn’t have postpartum depression, I had career-indecision depression. It was Dominic’s suggestion that made me think maybe I was unsure of more than our relationship. I was unsure of my future, and the more time passed, the more I would be bombarded with questions regarding a future I couldn’t see.
I spent so much time just trying to work my way through college that I didn’t really stop to think what I would do with my life after. Most of the kids I grew up with came from families with money and went to college because they had to, or because they wanted a life not laid out by their parents. Sadly, a lot of them seemed to get lost along the way; I just so happened to get kidnapped. The problem was, I wasn’t a typical college graduate anymore. I was a mother, a wife, a victim? Obviously, I didn’t consider myself one, but that was how the world viewed me, and you know what they say about perception.
I could have told Dominic I wasn’t ready to make a career decision. I could have told him I wanted to visit my parents after we left Italy. There were a lot of things I could have told him, but there was a shift that was happening. I only hoped that this vacation would be the stepping stone to bridging the gap between us.
“I’m sorry. I’m being emotional. Let’s just forget about it,” I said rolling over with my back to him. I could hear his soft breathing and knew that I had thrown him off with the way I shot down the conversation, but what was there left to say? He didn’t want me to worry, and I didn’t want him to give me reason to. We were at an impasse so long as he continued to tread down the same path he had been walking practically since our wedding.
Nothing else was said that night. His body fell into the mattress with an exasperated sigh, and I stared into the darkness, outlining shadows as I counted the breaths until he fell asleep, like counting sheep. Except it didn’t lull me into slumber. Nothing could with the heavy strain that made my limbs feel like I was sinking.
My eyes squeezed tight with the first
tear that fell across the bridge of my nose. I didn’t want to be that woman, that wife that cried silently to sleep while her husband deigned to have the best night’s rest he’d had in ages. I didn’t want that chasm between us to grow so wide that there would be no coming back from it, and at the rate things were moving, our marriage would be in shambles before we even had our first anniversary.
I choked back the hiccup that formed in my chest waiting to break free. Time passed slowly as I focused on trying to fall asleep. Dominic rolled over, pulling my back against his chest before throwing his arm across my waist. He snuggled tighter into me, and I silently wished that he could be as open to me awake as he was in sleep.
***
“Clema, do you mind watching Ellie today? I know this is supposed to be a vacation for all of you, but I want to do something special for Hailey. I’m not too sure how long I’ll be here before I leave again.”
I froze as I tried to hear Dominic’s low grumble above my own soft pants. Disappearing into the crook of the door with the wall at my back, I listened in secret to their conversation. Dominic wasn’t in bed when I woke up, but the soft clapping of cupboards shutting pulled me from sleep. I wasn’t expecting Clema to already be here, but by the sounds of it, he was already telling her information that he had yet to share with me.
Anger bubbled to the surface as I thought over what he just said. “I’m not too sure how long I’ll be here.” I had no idea that he didn’t plan on staying here with us, and if I would have known that before we came, I never would have left New York. I could be alone in New York. It wasn’t the change of scenery that I was looking forward to. It was time away from it all, where it would be like before. Maybe I was sick to look at it that way, but I liked it when it was just Dominic and me. There was too much conflict, now that we decided to live in the light—and to think it was my idea.