Page 34 of Better Left Unsaid

I couldn’t wait another second, honestly. If I did, I was going to explode. So I did the only thing I saw left to do—got up, walked around the table, pushed Dom until his back was pressed against the back of the chair, and straddled him. My finger danced over his gold chain, and I smiled, immensely proud of myself.

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Dominic

I loved every single side of Maria. Literally all of them. I loved her, period. There wasn’t one thing I’d change about her. She may not have been perfect, but in my eyes she was. But this? This side of her—her sexual prowess—it was a serious fucking turn-on, and I was a man possessed.

I gripped her hips and gazed into her lust-filled eyes. My pulse quickened as I thought about her taking exactly what she wanted, what she needed. I wanted her to take it all. Without censoring myself, I said what I was thinking—“You going to ride my cock until that sweet pussy of yours clenches and coats me with your arousal as I fill you with every last bit of heat I have to give?”

She took my hand and brought it right where she wanted it—on her pussy and then trailing down her legs. She was wet everywhere. My hand was covered in her, and I couldn’t help but wonder the kind of mess she’d made while we were playing chess.

“Fuck, Maria. I love that I turn you on like this. Do you know how that makes me feel, you being soaked and ready for me?”

She parted her lips and let out a cute sigh. So I brought my hand covered in her wetness to my cock and followed the line of arousal that was dripping down the side, eager for her to climb on top of me. I guided it to her mouth and traced a finger over her lips, coating her with both of our arousals. “Lick your lips,” I directed her.

Her cheeks reddened, and I could feel her throbbing against me. She needed relief, and she would get it if it was the last damn thing I did. After she tasted how delicious we were together. I never doubted we’d make magic in every sense of the word. Our bodies were made for each other. More than that, though,wewere made for each other. I just wished I could tell her how I felt.

She obeyed, her tongue darting out. She dragged it over her upper lip, then her bottom. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she let out a soft hum as she swallowed. “Better than cheesecake.” Now that was the highest compliment because cheesecake was Maria’s favorite. “I’m so glad I’m not on my period any longer.”

I combed my other hand through her hair, brushing some strands back behind her ear so I could see her face. “Even if you were, I’d still fuck you.”

“Really? It could get—”

“Don’t care.”

Smiling, she lined her entrance up with my tip and lowered herself, my hands not doing any work at all, merely holding her backside. She sucked in a breath as she lowered herself, taking me until I was set deep inside her and there was no more for her to push inside.

She began rolling her hips, and I let out a growl. Her hands were on my shoulders, and her hair whipped to one side as she moved. She was slow at first, moving gradually and at a pace that was honestly driving me wild. But that didn’t last long. She picked up speed, going harder and faster, her body swaying back and forth, and her breasts nearly slapping my face as they moved with the motion.

I opened my mouth and made sure I was at just the right angle to catch one of her hard nipples with my teeth.

She moaned as I took hold of it, biting hard enough that it would leave a mark.

“You like that?”

She nodded. Shit, I loved marking her. And I loved her reaction to it even more, her head falling backward as she exposed her entire neck, giving me more of her tits.

Fuck, this is the hottest thing ever.

Watching her ride me, feeling her hands clench my shoulders, her nails dragging down my back, and playing with her nipple—it was all too much. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last. An intense shiver at the base of my spine turned into a twinge, and I knew I couldn’t wait. I was going to explode inside her.

She needed to orgasm first, though. She had to. I’d be damned if I let this woman go one more second without knowing what sweet release felt like.

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Maria

He released my nipple and moved his thumb to my cheek, caressing me. Why was he doing that? “Maria, get out of your head,” he said, urging me to look directly at him. “Look at me,” he demanded.

I stared into his eyes—their intense dark color a mix of desire and something else. I wasn’t sure what thesomething elsewas, but it was dominating and seemed to be captivating me. What was going on in Dom’s head? “How do I get out of my head?” I asked aloud, although I was less talking to him and more frustrated with myself because I couldn’t seem to figure out why I couldn’t allow myself to just feel. Ughhh, I wanted to scream. My head was torturing me.

This was useless. I was never going to orgasm.

I continued rolling my hips, but slowed my pace, hoping that would help slow all the thoughts that were racing through my mind. I bet he’d never had this problem with any other woman he’d been with. Whoa, where did that come from? I’d never thought about any of his past relationships before.

“You look at me and see that I’m not going anywhere, that you’re safe with me and you can let go. I think the real problem, Maria, is that you’ve never trusted anyone enough to give yourself fully to them in this way. But you can trust me.” He wet his lips and ran a hand through my hair, the feeling sending a warm sensation through my body. “You know that, don’t you? You can trust me,” he repeated.

It felt like my body was wound so tight, and it was slowly unwinding. Very slowly.

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