Silent Whisper

by ANDREA SMITH

  I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his fingers, gently probing the folds of my sex, feeling myself becoming wet for him almost instantly. I felt his warm breath on my thighs as he moved in closer, his lips now inches from my heat. I arched my back slightly, which pushed my pelvis up closer to his mouth. I heard his soft chuckle as I did so.

  “My baby is impatient tonight it seems,” he said, and I swear his lips were on my slit and I felt each word as he spoke them.

  His tongue masterfully traced the length of my slit, while his fingers spread the delicate folds apart to allow him more access. I sucked in a hard breath as I felt his tongue wash over my clit and then plunge deeper, to where his index finger had just dipped.

  I moaned softly as he pressed his middle finger inside of my wetness, his tongue now French-kissing my pussy slowly and methodically.

  “So wet, baby,” he crooned, as he continued the sweet assault on every sensitive layer of my sex, his tongue continued to lave my ultra sensitive bud, and after a moment, I felt his mouth close around it giving it a gentle pull that sent me reeling with pure pleasure. I could hear myself whimpering but it was as if the sound was off in the distance.

  My knuckles tensed up, and I felt a series of electrifying waves of pleasure wash over me as Dominic gently suckled my clit. I felt my hips start to swivel in response to the rhythm of his magic fingers as they went knuckle deep inside of me, pumping in and out, pressing that very sensitive spot inside that seemed to swell with every motion.

  “Oh God,” I rasped, my hips moving harder against him, my hands now fisting his thick, dark hair, pulling him in closer. I wanted him to fucking devour me with his mouth. I could feel the wetness dripping from me, and hear the wet, sucking sounds of him eating my sex, his warm breath coming faster against my bare skin.

  “Come for me, baby,” he ordered. “I need to taste you now. Just let it out, love.”

  And as his words vibrated against my flesh, I allowed myself to totally unravel for him. My body rocked with this much needed release. As my climax spiraled over the top, spasm after spasm of wet release followed in its wake. And Dominic was there, drinking it all in, moaning my name as he licked and suckled and sent delicious quivers down the length of my spine with his tongue and his fingers.

  My breathing was ragged from the sheer magnitude of pleasure he had unleashed within me. I slumped back against the mirror as I felt him rise to his feet, quickly shedding his golf shirt and removing his belt. He stepped closer to me and as always, I felt totally submerged in his warmth and passion. I straightened up, now feeling energized and invigorated as I slid from the countertop and sank to my knees before him.

  He unzipped his fly; the rest was up to me. I pulled aside his boxers, freeing his impressive erection. My hand slid over the soft skin that covered its steel hardness and I began to gently stroke it, my thumb caressing the ridge of skin near the head. I watched as the clear bead of pre-cum spilled out on the head like clear honey, and lowered my tongue to lap it up.

  I could hear Dominic’s breathing quicken a bit as my tongue teased the crown, and then moved around the circumference of his cock, taking slow, leisurely strokes, as his hips thrust forward a bit indicating he wanted my mouth to totally encase him. One hand massaged his balls and I felt them tighten in response, and my other hand guided his erection into my waiting mouth, inch by inch, swirling my tongue around his girth.

  My fingers traveled to the base of his scrotum, massaging gently and putting finger pressure on certain spots that I knew were ultra-sensitive to him. As much as Dominic knew and worshipped my body, the same could be said for me.

  My index finger increased the pressure on the seam of his scrotum at the base of his cock, as I continued sucking him from tip to root. I had learned a few tricks of the trade, and this was one of them.

  As I continued, the pace picked up and I was hearing delightful moans from my man. I loved pleasing him and I had totally missed it over the past few weeks.

  “Enough, Karlie,” he rasped. “I need to be inside of you.” His hands fisted in my hair and he pulled me to my feet, devouring with his mouth. His right hand continued stroking his cock as he looked at me.

  “If you’re going to put your diaphragm in, do it now,” he ordered, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

  “It’s not necessary Dominic,” I replied softly. “I want to please you in every way because of our love.”

  He pulled back and studied me momentarily. I suspected he was measuring my sincerity and I must’ve passed because, his lips once again found mine as he murmured against them. “I love you, Karlie. You are mine forever.”

  He turned me so that I was facing the mirror. He tossed a couple of folded towels onto the countertop and instructed me to bend over and let my elbows support my weight on the cushion made by the towels he’d placed there. Dominic loved doing it doggy-style and so did I. It was so primal and by design, his cock would hit all the right places.

  I tilted my ass up instinctively; I figured that was somehow a primal instinct as well as it seemed that whenever Dominic was in my zip code I had this overwhelming urge to tilt my ass up so that he would take me.

  Go figure.

  I turned my head to the side so I could watch him fuck me in the mirror. I was a bit of a voyeur myself and the aspect of watching him totally possess me was…well, totally hot and sexy.

  I watched as he tongued each of his palms, and then jacked his erection a bit more sliding his fingers into my pussy, and gently working me up into a lather again. I moaned under the pressure and pleasure, instinctively backing up into his pelvis.

  “You ready, baby?” he asked. “Because I’m going to fuck you thoroughly. We have some time to make up.”

  “Yes, please,” I whimpered unashamedly. “I need you now, baby.”

  Dominic moved a hand to his cock and guided it toward my slick slit. He entered me slowly a couple of inches at a time, drawing out my pleasure as his fullness filled me. I could feel my muscles instinctively clench him, as he rocked into me, building his rhythm in perfect accord with mine.

  “Fuck you feel good,” he rasped, his hands bracing both sides of my hips and drawing me up against him for max penetration. His lovely curved cock was hitting my sweet spot, rendering me totally at his command because it felt so fucking good that I would’ve done anything to make sure he never stopped.

  He could feel my muscles clenching him, milking him, not wanting his cock to leave my pussy…ever.

  “Fuck,” he growled, “This is mine. I want to unload baby. Are you good with that?”

  “Oh yeah,” I moaned, moving my hand to massage his tight balls to make his orgasm all that much stronger. I felt the pulse of his cock; heard his loud intake of breath, followed by the masculine groan of his release and as he exhaled, and pumped his seed into me with every powerful thrust.

  The sound of his balls smacking against my clit as they emptied themselves into me pushed me over the edge, and another orgasm rocked my body as I milked him dry.

  I loved him and I wanted nothing more than to do anything and everything he wanted. I knew I would never love anyone or anything more than I loved Dominic Castellano. And I was on a mission to give him exactly what he wanted.

  chapter 15

  Things were all falling into place nicely with the boutique and the business.

  Dominic smoothed things over with Abigail Andreoff and she scheduled a stop in Camden before heading back to Milan to prepare for an upcoming show.

  She was impressed with my designs, and when she left, DBK had an order for two-dozen power suits along with a dozen of my signature boyfriend jackets. She also took several of my business cards to hand out to her colleagues that would be at the Milan show.

  I added an additional machine and another full-time seamstress temporarily in order to get Abigail’s order out in the ten days that I’d promised, without stopping work on the garments that were going on the racks at the boutique. The grand opening of ‘Des
igns by Karlie’ was only three weeks away.

  Dominic was around more than usual showing me how to cost the products, reminding me that my profit margins needed to be figured in at 15-20%. He instructed me to arrange terms so that the buyer was responsible for freight charges and customs clearance for international exporting. There was so much to learn, but he was a patient teacher.

  I could tell that his attention to my fledgling business was a sore subject with his family. Although he never talked to me about it—or them, I could read the signs. Vinnie and Little Sal seemed to be lurking around West End Storage quite a bit, hushed conversations, dark looks thrown my way. I felt even more uncomfortable than before, which I hadn’t thought possible.

  He hadn’t stopped by my condo for the past three nights, which was unusual. Even if he didn’t always stay the night, we would usually have drinks or dinner together and then make love. My whole life revolved around Dominic and my career—which I suppose was better than when it revolved only around Dominic.

  It was nearly five o’clock and I was getting everything shut down and locked up for the evening. Dominic was at my desk, putting figures into the calculator, and I could see by the long white paper tape curling around the top of my desk that he’d been at it for a while.

  I watched as his brow furrowed, and a sigh escaped him as he re-checked the figures.

  “Problems?” I asked, approaching him.

  “Actually just the opposite which is why I’ve re-checked these expense figures several times. We’re under budget which means you can go ahead and hire someone to manage the boutique once it opens and spend your time here designing more money-making couture,” he said, giving me a rare smile.

  I settled my ass on the edge of the desk, crossing my bare legs over each other and leaned in so that he got an ample view of my cleavage. I’d been dressing a bit more provocatively the last couple days to give him the hint.

  “So Mr. Castellano, you seem to be all business these days,” I said in a throaty whisper. “Are you coming over so that we can play tonight?” I asked, throwing him a coquettish look.

  He looked up at me from where he’d been going over the figures.

  “I can’t sweetheart,” he said, “I’ve got some family business to attend to, I’m sorry.”

  And that’s when I noticed how tired he looked, like he was stressed or sleep-deprived, or both.

  “Has family business kept you away for the last three nights?” I asked, straightening up.

  “It has as a matter of fact. Hopefully it will be resolved soon.”

  That was it. That’s all I got. Did I want more?

  Maybe.

  Just a little.

  “Dominic, why have Vinnie and Sal been around here so much?” I asked.

  He didn’t miss a beat. It was if he had been expecting the question. “Because my sweets, I’ve been around here so much. When I’m here, I’m not accessible to them, which they’ve pointed out to me numerous times. My father is making a trip in tomorrow. I’m not sure how long he’ll be here, but it may be difficult to get away. The family will be together during his visit.”

  “Is your mother coming with him?” I’m not sure why I asked; it wasn’t as if I’d be introduced to either of them. I certainly had no inclination to ever lay eyes on Salvador Castellano again; but I was curious about Dominic’s mother for some strange reason.

  “Unfortunately, no. This is all business-related. We’re involved in some very high-level reorganization of the business which requires my father’s input and intervention.”

  That doesn’t tell me shit. Maybe Dominic wants out?

  Yeah, right.

  “Well, I miss you anyway,” I said, leaning over to brush my lips against his. “I love you.”

  “And I love you,” he returned, his hands now framing my face pulling me in for a deeper kiss.

  God, he fucking made me dizzy at times.

  “But if I don’t leave now, I never will,” he growled, pulling back reluctantly. He gave me a few soft butterfly kisses before he stood up.

  “Behave yourself, Karlie. Maybe I’ll slip over early in the morning. No promises.”

  chapter 16

  I’d gotten up an hour earlier than usual on the slim chance that Dominic might slip over before heading downtown to his offices.

  As I left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my still damp and freshly showered body, I saw him. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of my room, dressed in dark pinstriped trousers, with suspenders and a white dress shirt and tie. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to just beneath his elbows. His legs were sprawled out in front of him and his eyes immediately flickered over me in an almost possessive way.

  “Hey,” I greeted him warmly. “Glad you could squeeze me in this morning, Mr. Castellano” I teased.

  He cocked a brow. “Oh, I think you have that backwards, Ms. Masterson. I think you’ll be the one doing the squeezing.”

  “Do tell?”

  “Drop the towel and come over here,” he instructed in his authoritative, no-nonsense tone.

  I’m not gonna lie, I kind of liked it when he got strict with me.

  I did as he ordered, and walked over to stand in front of where he was sprawled out in the chair. His eyes never left mine though, and they were seriously intense at the moment.

  “Do you realize how much is at stake here, Karlie?”

  Huh?

  I was baffled to put it mildly. Where the hell did that come from? I wasn’t sure if he expected an answer or if it was a hypothetical question of some sort.

  “Dominic…I—”

  “Hush,” he said, “Pleasure me so that I don’t have to think about anything else at the moment. Show your love to my cock like a good girl.”

  I sank to my knees before him, leaned in and unzipped the fly on his dark trousers, noticing immediately his erection was straining against his boxers.

  I freed his cock, and began the gentle stroking of it with my hands, then moved my face closer so that I could taste him. He smelled like Irish Spring soap; I’d come to recognize his brand.

  The freestanding cheval mirror in my bedroom was right next to the chair, and I noticed that as I slid my tongue slowly around the head of his cock, I could see my reflection in the mirror.

  It was a total turn-on watching me give Dominic head. I started getting a bit boisterous, feeling the damp heat between my legs. As I took his full length into my mouth, I allowed my right hand to drop down so that my fingers could stroke my swollen nub, bringing waves of pleasure to myself.

  He was aware of what I was doing, and abruptly brought his hands up underneath my arms, and lifted me up.

  “That’s my job, Karlie,” he said, his dark eyes locking with mine.

  He lowered me slowly onto his rigid cock, and once I was settled on his lap and completely impaled, he leaned forward, moving the mirror into a position so that we could both watch our erotic fucking.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as his forward movement had caused the head of his dick to hit that very sweet spot inside of me. “Like that,” I murmured softly, my hips now moving slowly in a circular motion, and then an up-and-down motion, grinding against him so that I could continue having him hit there, and with my clit rubbing directly against his pelvis I was looking at doubling my pleasure.

  “Don’t come too quickly,” he cautioned, his hands now gently teasing and massaging the peaks of my breasts, his tongue running along his lower lip very sensually. “I want this to last,” he whispered as his mouth captured a breast and he suckled on it gently.

  I placed my hands on each of his shoulders, and lowered my face to his, our lips and tongues mated together perfectly as I rode his cock up and down.

  “Look at us, Karlie,” he growled, as his hands braced my hips and he lifted me up so that I could see his glistening cock as he backed out of me. “Look at how my cock loves your pussy,” he rasped, thrusting it in deeper as he lowered me back down onto it. I moaned in pleasur
e at the sweet fullness of it.

  I watched in amazement as he rocked in and out of me, feeling my sex clench and tighten around him, pulling the release from him into me. He groaned against me, our breathing now coming harder and faster as we climbed toward the peak together.

  “So fucking good, angel,” he whispered, pumping up against me harder and faster, his hands gripping my ass and squeezing it as his deep thrusting continued. I felt the familiar tingling start from my core and travel up my spine. It was the most exhilarating feeling I could ever imagine. I’d decided if there was a heaven, it was a totally orgasmic experience. I was whimpering; on the edge of total release and it had never been this intense before. Something was different. “I need to look into your eyes when you come,” he whispered breathlessly. “I need to take that memory with me.”

  Had I not been totally engrossed in my physical, and yes, I’ll say it: my carnal pleasure at the moment, I might’ve found his words to be…strange? Disturbing? Possibly prophetic?

  But I was consumed by the sheer magnitude of it and it took everything I had to focus on his eyes as instructed, and yes, we lost each other in that second as our orgasms enveloped us both. But I got to see Dominic’s eyes when I brought him to climax, and trust me when I say, it was no small thing. In the depths of those dark, chocolate brown pools, I saw his soul at that moment in time, and I was riveted by the feeling of pain and pleasure that I glimpsed there.

  “That’s it angel, take it all,” he said softly as his cock throbbed his release right on top of mine.

  As our mutual releases unraveled in a vortex of unparalleled pleasure, I felt warm tears escape from my eyes, and travel down my cheeks where they spilled onto Dominic’s chest. He shuddered the last of his climax into me, and then his body relaxed against me momentarily.

  We were both damp from our exertion. He noticed the droplets of tears that had sprinkled his chest and pulled away from me a bit, his hand came up underneath my chin, tilting it upward to gaze at me.

  “Why the tears baby?”