Page 43 of Dominance

This bastard is calling my bluff.

My heart skips a beat.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out…”

The snap on my jeans pops between his fingers as he leans in closer, his chest filling my whole space, my vision. His scent is leather, faint cologne, something mild, fresh. It reminds me of lakes, cold water, contrasted with sophistication.

The overall feel of his presence in my bubble makes my legs go weak.

And he hasn’t even kissed me yet.

Before I can even react to his fingers tugging down my zipper, he tilts his head, letting his breath tease my neck, his lips less than an inch from touching my skin. Chills run all over my skin as he swoops his hand around, his palm brushing my belly, my hip, my lower back, then scooping into my pants. Fingertips lightly scrape down around the curve of my ass and I feel as much as hear him inhale, breathing me in.

But also a little shock.

“Fuck…you really aren’t wearing any…” It’s barely a whisper, and it nearly takes me out at the knees.

Knees that he’s suddenly dragging my jeans down past, tugging them off with a bit of assistance from me. Like I weigh nothing, he scoops me up onto the dresser, hooking my leg over one shoulder in one swift, effortless movement.

Then he just looks up at me, straight into my eyes, down on his knees before me.

Holy. Fuck.

He’s going to destroy me.

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ADRIANO

My vision narrows. I see only her.

Flawless skin, silky smooth, everywhere I could look. But I can’t pull my eyes away from hers.

Deep amber pools of honey that I could drown in.

My hands however, can’t resist touching her thighs, stroking her hips as I ease her back on the dresser, positioning her legs over my shoulders. Finally doing something I’ve been dying to do since I first got a taste of Gloria, since we first kissed, touched.

The moment drags out, watching each other, the air around us vibrating with the pulse of that taught line between us. My heart is hammering in my chest.

And then she’s reaching down, dragging her fingernails through my hair, and I can’t hold back anymore. The tip of my tongue flicks out, teasing along her abdomen, pebbling her skin. My lips follow, planting delicate kisses from her belly button and down.

I lick again, lower. Never taking my eyes off her while she watches me work.

Hooking my arms up around each leg, my palms grip her inner thighs, rotating her into the best possible angel right before I plunge my tongue down once, sampling the apex of her glistening sex. Gloria’s eyes widen, her mouth hanging open in the most sensual look of surprise I’ve ever seen.

The touch of my tongue tightens every muscle in her legs, her ass clenching, thrusting her center up toward me.

Begging me for more.

Every ounce of self-control I have shatters in that moment, to the sound of her almost imperceptible moan, a huff of breath. It’s too quiet.

I need to make her louder.

Make her scream out my name.

Her folds welcome my mouth, her taste searing my tongue as I caress and massage every single bit of her. Sucking lightly on the peak of her pleasure, I roll my tongue around and her hips follow the same arc, twirling in counter rhythm.

Gloria’s head falls back as her eyes flutter closed, finally breaking eye contact as I feel and see a wave of ecstasy crash over her, releasing any apprehension she might have had.

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