Page 44 of Dominance

She’s given in completely, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

Well, until I dip my tongue into her, dragging the flat of my tastebuds along her entrance. Once, then twice, before driving the tip into her core.

Her slick shocks my senses, tingling along every nerve, down to my toes and surging through my middle, making me flex against the almost unbearable feeling of my pants, pulled tight against my raging arousal.

I lose track of everything after that.

Gloria is all there is.

The taste of her, the scent of her skin, her lotion, the faint perfume. She’s honeysuckle and summer days, sunshine.

Devouring her is my entire existence, to know how she feels and to make her feel nothing but bliss.

“Adri…” The word sings to me, soft, husky and full of unrestrained desire.

My own growling moan rumbles up through my throat, vibrating along my tongue, still buried inside her. The flurry of my lips, kissing her as deeply as I can, makes her buck on the dresser top, tipping back and forth. The effect is hypnotic, rhythmic, and primal. It forces my tongue out of her, straight up the line of her divide to her summit and back down again to dive into her.

Her momentum grows, teetering her to the edge of the dresser and to the edge of her first undoing. The shaking of her muscles and the tightening of her fingers on my head tell me she’s rising, building.

And as much as I want this to last forever, to never stop, I can’t wait to feel her unraveling, to see her soar into oblivion.

The next time she tilts down, I lock onto her legs, pinning her still and locking my lips around the bud of her desire. Driving my tongue down and around I begin to alternate pressure, sucking, flicking.

In seconds, Gloria starts to gasp, her chest heaving, each breath releasing a soft groan on the exhale, growing louder with every flick of my tongue. I feel her entire structure contract around me, her thighs, her fingers on the back of my head, her spine arching back to press her head against the wall, to brace herself against the oncoming release.

“Adriano!” Her voice is becoming ragged, nearly a shout. “Don’t you dare stop, oh, right there! That’s…oh yes!”

Even though we both felt it coming, the tidal wave crashes suddenly, abruptly, sending Gloria into a writhing frenzy.

Her wordless scream fills my head, the apartment, shuddering through me as her climax shudders through her, rattling the dresser against the wall.

And through it all, I never let up, riding the wave of her, locked onto her and driving her over the edge with every ounce of my unbridled longing for her.

Maybe just a bit of pride too.

Moans subside into heavy breathing, Gloria’s figure going slack in my arms, her fingers releasing their vice grip and tugging on my hair playfully, luxuriously. My own breath steams along my nose and chin, reflecting against the warmth and deliciously soaked skin of her core.

Lingering there, between her legs, I let my eyes trace the lines of her body, up along her stomach, to the undersides of her spectacular breasts peeking out from under her cutoff, hiked up with the efforts of our play.

My jaw aches to take each of them into my mouth, to toy with them, to make her want more, to drive her insane.

And that’s exactly what makes me stand up, easing her legs down around my hips but staying just out of reach as she sits up, reaching for me, trying to pull me closer.

But I won’t.

It’s torturous resisting her, watching her eyes still shadowed in the glaze of her afterglow flare just a little as she realizes that I’m easing back, away.

What the hell am I doing?

Every fiber of my being is at war, wanting to lose myself inside her, take her fully, right here.

Yet there’s this arrogant, cocky little voice in my head that wants to make her work for it. That wants to keep this game alive, the back and forth.

The party, when she left me pants-less.

The archives, her torn blouse.

And then she has the audacity to move into my apartment on a whim!

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