Page 6 of Return To Love

Her teeth dug into her lower lip. “How are you so good at dirty talk suddenly?”

He grinned. “This old dog has picked up many new tricks. All for you. Just for you.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” A moment’s hesitation danced in her eyes. She squeezed his wrist. “Or what to make of all this.”

“Don’t think. Just let me take care of you. Yeah?”

“You always have, Dom.”

“Not in the way you needed it,” he said, his own throat suddenly heavy with so many unsaid things.

“That’s on me too,” she said, fair to the last.

He rubbed his cheek against hers, his chest aching. “Right now, lift that peachy ass for me, sweetheart,” he said, taking a casual sip of his whiskey with his left hand.

When her dress loosened around her thighs, he sent his left hand exploring up them again. Silky-smooth skin and warm flesh met his questing digits. And then the damp spot on her flimsy thong.

His cock pushed against his trousers at the evidence of her readiness.

“X marks the spot,” he said, pressing his thumb against it.

Her breath hitched as he shoved the fabric aside and ran his finger-pad over the seam of her folds.

“Fuck, you’re wet for me.”

“I…it’s…for…”

He grinned. “Words not needed, fantasy girl.” Then he made a few passes up and down her silky, damp folds, spreading her wetness around, learning the map of her anew. Remembering what she liked, he circled her slit without penetrating.

Her lips fell open on a long, low gasp.

When he knocked at her clit with his knuckles, she gave a little thrust of her hips under the table.

“I missed you, baby,” he said, taking a sip of the whiskey for his parched throat. His body tightened, readying to explode with one hard stroke. “In our bed, in that damned house, in the…”

“No parallel lifetimes, Dom,” she murmured between rasping groans and rhythmic jerks. “Right now, all I care about is coming.”

He laughed and then thrust his fingers inside her.

She covered her mouth with her palm and buried her teeth in the fleshy base.

Bending close, he pressed his mouth to her temple and told her how hard she made him while he hooked one finger to hit the sweet spot deep inside her.

“Tell me what you need more of,” he demanded.

“That’s it. More on that spot please,” she whispered.

Two fingers pumping inside her snug sheath, he circled her clit with the pads of the others. The wet, slurpy sounds of her cunt swallowing his digits made every nerve ending in his body strain towards the edge.

“Do you know how pretty you look right now? Your nipples are fat and tight against that satin. Your lips are plump and pink. And here,” he caught her clit with two fingers and twisted it, “you’re so ready for me.”

She jerked and squirmed, sweat beading over her lip. “I’m so close. Please…”

On and on, he drove her, urged by her mewls and the tight clutch of her thighs locking around his wrist. “Then come for me, fantasy girl. So that I can chase this scotch with the taste of you.”

Her teeth buried in his bicep, she came with a keening sound that filled all the empty spaces inside him. He kissed her sweaty temple and slowly, pulled his fingers out of her.

She moaned.

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