Page 117 of Off-Limits
“I fucking love you so much, Dorothy. You are mine, and I am yours. Forever.”
“Then make love to me and prove it.”
And who am I to deny her?
Kissing her lips once more, I unlink our hands and crawl off the bed and stand before this goddess of mine. Unhooking my belt from the loops, I throw it on the floor, rip my shirt over my head and toe out of my jeans, standing bare before her.
Her pupils dilate, teeth biting into the pillow of her lip, before she releases it and licks it. Holding back the groan lodged in my throat, I crawl back on the bed and slowly undress her.
She is exquisite and I know this woman is going to be the death of me, but at least I’d die a happy man. Lining myself up at her entrance, I bring her hands up and position them at the headboard.
“Keep your hands there for me, baby, and don’t move them. Be a good girl for me, ok?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes, and it sounds like a hymn.
Leaning down, I kiss her again, our tongues exploring, lost in memories of the many times we’d kissed before. I deepen it, my hands threading through her hair, opening her up further for me.
And she does, she gives me everything, painting words and apologies on my tongue with hers, as I do the same with mine. Pulling back, her eyes are blown wide, her cheeks red as we both pant heavily.
Glancing up, I make sure her hands are holding onto the headboard before I slide inside.
“Good God, fuck, Blossom. I forgot how hot you feel,” I groan, holding still.
“Holy shit, move, please.”
Moving into the cobra position, Dottie moans and Ifight not to start hammering into her. She needs me, her Dom, her partner, and not some sex-junkie needing a fix after not having a hit for weeks.
Balancing myself on one hand, I bring the other to her face, stroking down her cheek and plucking her lip from her teeth. She quickly replaces it with my thumb, sucking, and I damn nearly come in my pants.
“Blossom,” I growl, and she smiles around my thumb.
Shaking my head, I grin back and start slowly seesawing inside of her, feeling her pussy grip my cock with each push and pull. I can feel her muscles tightening around me as her hands clench the headboard. Her eyes stay on mine, her whimpers and moans blending with my groans and growls.
Moving faster, I force myself to keep my orgasm at bay, especially when she starts jutting her hips up to meet mine, her clit grinding on me. However, when she screams my name while she comes, I near detonate right on the spot. She keeps her eyes on mine the entire time even though her body shakes from her orgasm, and I swear she looks more beautiful than ever.
But it’s her cries of pleasure and that loving, lust-ridden look that triggers my climax, and I come hard, her name leaving my lips as I spill my seed deep inside of her.
Lowering myself gently, I roll us over, so she’s cradled in my arms. The moonlight bounces off her skin, illuminating her features.
For a brief moment, I think she might be asleep, but then she lets out a contented sigh.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being here for me, for saving me from myself. I love you, Damon Woods.”
“And I love you, Dorothy May Wilmott.”
She sighs again and I smile, selfishly hanging on and taking this moment, because I know the next couple of weeks are going to test us in more ways than one. I only hope we are strong enough to keep it together and that she allows me to be here for her.
Chapter Thirty-Four
DOTTIE
The last week has been fucking hell. If I’m not sorting mum’s funeral out, or tending to my dad’s unstable and violent outbursts, I’m trying to keep myself from burning out.
That’s why I’m at the workshop finishing off the mural.
