Page 57 of Where We Began

He pumps his fist along it once, twice. Each time, my pussy squeezes hungrily. I've never had anything inside of me, but my urge is instinctual. I ache for him to the point of pain.

“Do you want this?” he asks me, cruelly coy. His cock pulls through his thick fingers looking more massive the longer he plays with it.

My breath comes out in the air as visible steam. “Yes. God, yes.”

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a foil packet. I've never seen a condom in person, but I know what it is. He tears the wrapper, looks me in the eye. He offers it to me.

With reverence, I take it. It's somehow warm in spite of the cold water infecting everything else. I slide it fully from the foil as I glance at his terrifyingly tempting cock. I want to touch him. I'm afraid to do it. Both emotions mix, and in the end, the unsatisfied pulsing between my legs wins.

I kneel on the wet ground, carefully gripping the base of his cock. He watches me with turbulent eyes. He's worked up by the sight of this, maybe more than I am. His skin is deliciously hot in my palm. Guided by curiosity, I slide my fist up his length until I bump the ridge of his cock-head. He pulls in a strained breath through his teeth. The sound makes my clit throb.

Steeling myself, I unravel the condom from his tip to his base, just above his heavy hanging balls. I can hear him panting eagerly. I glance up, meeting his wild stare—glimpsing the beast swimming in his galaxy-dark pupils that wants to eat me alive. I recognize it for what it is; the part of him he said to be afraid of.

And for a second, I am.

He crashes down on me, kissing me without remorse. “Fuck,” he growls, spinning me so my chest goes flat in the slick mud and leaves. “I can't wait any longer, Laiken. I need you so damn bad.”

The ground is cool under me. My excitement leaks outward, and soon, even the earth is searingly hot. Dominic's weight settles on my hips. I'm panting, anxious—rigidly expectant. His voice is a smoky whisper in my ear canal. It heads for my brain and fills the cracks. “Tell me you need me, too.”

“I need you,” I sob. What will that word mean after we're through?

My knees scrape on the rough path as he lifts my hips from behind. His firm fingers reach beneath me, digging into my soaking wet yoga pants. I feel him take hold of the material; it stretches, the tugging sharp and sudden. He rips a hole into the crotch of my pants with a single twist of his forearm.

Cool air rushes over my inner thighs. My muscles knot up, I brace myself in the mud. He runs his fingers down my spine, stopping at my bra strap. “Breathe, Laiken.”

I draw in a shuddering gasp. “I'm fine, I'm really fine.”

“You're not, you'retrembling.”

He's right; I'm quaking all over. But he's got the wrong idea. “I'm not scared, Dominic.”

“Of course you are. What else could make you react like this?”

I twist in the leaves, bending so I can glance at him behind me. I force back overwhelmed tears. “I'm shaking because of how much I want you. I never thought—I hoped, but to be doing this with you, after all this time, I feel like I'm about to turn inside out. I don't know how else to describe it. It's just... I just really can't wait to have this moment with you.”

His jaw clenches, his eyelids joining in. “I've wanted this, too. I really did. I just never thought I deserved it.” His words drive a heel into my heart. I wish I could turn around and hug him, erase whatever pain is written all over his face. Then his eyes open, and the wild heat inside of them scalds me—reminds me of who he is.

Spreading my legs, he peels my pussy open from behind. “So god damn fantastic,” he whispers. “I could stare at your cunt for hours. Look, your little clit is twitching.” He reaches down, rubbing me there until I groan.

“Stop teasing me,” I whimper.

“I want this to hurt as little as possible,” he says. But his hand leaves me, in its place is a warm, solid object: his cock. He nudges me along my seam. Up, down, a gentle pressure as he tests how my pussy receives him.

I bury my fingers in the dirt. I can't hold still; my head turns, cheek to the leaves, and I taste the rain-sodden earth. My taste buds are alive. Everything is delicious right now.

An inch of his dick pushes inside of me. The condom might as well not be there, his warmth radiates through the latex and into my skin. My walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, begging him to come inside.

He kneels on either side of my thighs, squeezing my middle with both hands. He's holding my steady, grunting with the effort of guiding himself into my pussy without going too fast. I appreciate his kindness, but I'm torn between wishing he'd go slower, and desperate for him to slam his cock into me balls deep.

I've never felt this before—this insane lust. “You make such perfect sounds,” he says, inserting another inch of his cock. I didn't know I was making any sounds, but I hear them now that he points them out. I'm moaning like an animal in heat.

Bearing down, I shove backwards. He stretches me out even more and I go dizzy with delight. My walls are milking him, greedy for more. Each time my heart beats I feel it in my clitoris. On the fringe there's some pain, but it's mild, numbed by the pleasure.

“Jesus,” he hisses, his weight settling on my back. He kisses my temple. His balls tickle my buzzing labia where it circles him at the root. He's all the way in. We're as close as we've ever been.

My whole body shudders; my inner walls flex. “You feel so good, I didn't know... I had no idea it could feel this perfect.”

Dominic's chest shifts on my spine. “Me either.”

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