Page 48 of Carver
I fumble with it, the long sleeves trapping me. It’s light and loose, like most of my clothes, but my haste turns it into a cage. I finally spring it free, tugging it over my head in what is probably the least sexy of ways, messing my hair all over my face so that I have to finger comb it back.
Dom’s not looking at my hair. His eyes are fixed firmly on my breasts. They’re fuller after having Elowen. My body still looks almost the same as before. I didn’t get stretchmarks, but I do have a little bit of loose skin on my stomach. I’m not self-conscious about it. I love that my body changed so that I could carry life and give birth safely, and so that I could feed my baby after.
Dom’s eyes fixate on my breasts before tumbling lower. I know that he’s seeing all the things I’m thinking about, and I love the rush of warmth that darkens his gaze further.
“Beautiful,” he breathes reverently. “Take off your bra. Let me see your breasts.”
My hands are just as shaky as when I stripped my shirt away. I’m not nervous, but I’m still trembling. It’s nerves, but not apprehension. It’s excitement.
I undo the clasp and let the straps shiver down my arms.
“Take your breasts in your hands and touch your nipples. I want to watch you pleasure yourself. Show me exactly how you want me to touch them.”
For someone who was reluctant about doing this, he’s really good at giving commands. It’s so different that another shiver rocks through me.
I cup both of them in my hands. They’re large enough now that they overflow my palms. I roll my thumb over one nipple and my index finger over the other. They don’t need much encouragement to become hard peaks.
Dom’s hand trickles down from my jaw, his fingers brushing over my rapidly hammering pulse point. “Does this excite you, having me look at you like this?”
“Yes,” I pant. Having him look at me in any way, anytime, has always set my heart to racing.
“Do you want me to take those sweet nipples in my mouth?”
“Y-yes.”
“What do you want me to do to them. Tell me, Bronte. Tell me indetail.”
My pulse picks up, hammering against his fingers. My entire body is a firework, ready to explode into a thousand brightly colored pieces. The worst of it is the hammering between my legs, in my upper thighs, in my belly. Everywhere.
“Tear my leggings off like you did yesterday and put your fingers inside me while you like and suck and bite my nipples.”
His eyes widen. He told me to tell him what I wanted, and that’s exactly what Ineed.
“If I do that, you won’t have many pairs of leggings left.”
“That’s okay. They’re old anyway. I should probably replace them. This is a good way for them to go to the legging afterlife.”
“I could command you strip them off slowly. Dip your fingers in under your panties and tease yourself. Coat your fingers and let me suck them clean. I could give you my mouth, but only to tease you until you can’t take it any longer. Is that the kind of punishment you want?”
“It sounded like a good idea at the time, but now it seems a lot less fun than you tearing off your clothes and sinking your fingers and your cock all the way inside me before I have a meltdown from needing you so badly.”
He blinks.
I blink.
He slow blinks.
He’s never heard me say that word before. I’m flustered now that I did, even if it was kind of hot, but I can’t think of anything but how much I want him right now. I imagine how he’d pin my naked body to the wall before he uses his fingers to spread me open. He wouldn’t have the patience to go slow, not with me wrapping my leg around his hips and urging him forward.
The light throws shadows over Dom’s stark beauty. The two sides of his face are completely different, one in harsh lines, the other so much softer. The light shadows and illuminates. He’s such a thing of beauty and he’s entirely mine.
“I changed my mind. I don’t need you to punish me. I just need you to- to- to do anything to me.”
“Anything?”
“Anything and everything.”
“You want me to show you just how good it feels to be worshipped?” He nips my earlobe between his teeth. He kisses the sting and then sets his lips where his fingers were, above my rapidly hammering pulse. All I can do is stand there and melt, trapped between him and the wall.
