Page 20 of Dominance

A soft moan slips between us as she gasps. “Undo the…buttons…”

“That’s … what … I’m trying to do …”

But that’s only partially true.

After popping two buttons, my fingers find the satin flat of her tummy, grazing down along the groove, and lower, into her skirt. Imagining the red of the silk when my fingers find the edge of her thong has me twitching my hips involuntarily, grinding into her from behind to relieve some of the pressure of my jeans that just became way too tight.

Gloria’s eyes flutter closed as she presses back in response, arching her back and leaning into the motion. Even more so when I drag one fingertip down between her legs, just to the top of her sex.

“Oh, fuck…” Her softly sung words set me into a blaze of excitement, heat flooding my limbs. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m holding myself up over her with one hand, balanced on my toes behind her.

But the strain is peripheral, and her neck is stretched out, begging me to kiss it, suck it, lick it.

“I need…” she growls, slumping forward as her blouse catches again and knocks her off-balance.

“To get out of that fucking thing,” I growl right back, planting my feet and reaching around her in one movement. With a swift jerk I tear her away, looping my arm around her and dropping back to pull her with me.

And her shirt completely rips in half, sliding off of her shoulders as I catch her in my arms, her push-up bra and impressive cleavage mashing into my upper chest, shoving them right in my face.

There’s a pause, both of us holding our breath.

Right before I bury my lips between those perfect orbs, swooping one hand down to grip her ass and pull her closer. As I do, I feel her legs part and I walk her back, setting her on one of the lower cabinets, rucking up her skirt and guiding her legs around me.

Our lips collide again, and her fingers scrape up my back, up my neck, into my hair, fingernails tingling along my scalp.

I want her so bad.

I need her.

With a snap I unclasp her bra, dragging it off and tossing it aside. She’s still pressed against me, her skin warm. I need to taste her, to…

My tongue circles her nipple and I bend down, taking one sumptuous, immaculate tit into my mouth, my fingers finding the peak of her pleasure again, her legs spread and her skirt up around her waist.

It’s not enough.

I can feel her soaking through the silk. And I need to feel more.

“Yes … just like that,” she moans.

“Gloria …”

My hand is down the front of her panties in a heartbeat, spreading her folds, dragging one fingertip through the slick of her arousal. Another inch lower and I tease her entrance, desperate to know how she feels inside.

Like lightning, she jolts as I touch her, her back curving into an arch that makes me long to see her on her knees, on my bed in front of me, waiting for me to bury my?—

“Hey, is it just me or does it sound like someone is fucking in the basement?” I hear the loud, echoing voice shout down from the lobby.

And both of us freeze in a full panic.

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GLORIA

The loud and obnoxious voice from the lobby snaps me out of my aroused daze.

Now my heart is pounding for an entirely different reason.

Stumbling out of Adriano’s embrace, I scamper for my bra, but I don’t see it anywhere. Looking around frantically, I realize my shirt is still caught on the drawer.

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