Page 153 of Love Among the Ruins
“W-what?” She was on the edge, almost there.
“What did you say?”
No conversation. This was not a time for … “Oh my god,” she screamed. He buried his face in her wetness and the air filled with the sound of her moans. She came undone, falling apart as her orgasm ripped through her, and still he guzzled greedily, his tongue washing over her, relentlessly lapping and licking, refusing to give her respite.
“Dominic!” she cried, her voice weak, her body lazy as she convulsed against his mouth. His hand reached for her breast hungrily, then roughly, when he couldn’t easily get under the tight damp tank top.
He came up for air, his mouth and nose wet with her arousal. “Did you like that?” His voice was raspy, thick with need.
“Yesss.” She was liquid, wet and soft as she slowly came down from her orgasm.
He kissed her thighs, leaving a forest of kisses all over them, before brushing his lips up her body, from her belly to her chest.
“Take off your clothes.”
She couldn’t move if she tried. “Ummmmm.” Her voice was dreamy, faraway. “I need a moment.” She was spent, her heart racing as if she’d run the four-minute mile.
Her eyes fluttered open for a few moments, and she watched him stroke himself. It was erotic. Intimate. Something she hadn’t expected to see, and yet Dominic was baring himself to her, showing her his need for her. She could only see the motion, could tell that he was pumping himself, as he crouched on the floor. Her jaw dropped as he pressed his chest right up against her softness, and she flinched at the thought of his chest coated with her wetness.
A hunger mushroomed in his eyes. She sat up and took her top off, before reaching for him, her small hand clasping around his shaft. “You’re so … thick.”
He grasped her breast, rubbing his forefinger and thumb around her nipple. She grabbed his cock, desperate to touch him, but her hand there unleashed the stallion in him. His mouth suctioned to her breast, swallowing all of it. Animal sounds dripped from his lips. She cried out for him, told him she wanted him, when he planted his mouth over hers, hushing her. She clung to him, kissing him as if her life depended on it. They were a medley of possessive hands, searching mouths and tongues, exploring one another’s bodies with the wanton abandonment of wild animals.
“Please,” she begged, pumping him harder and harder. With one movement, he stilled her, placing his hand over hers. “Slow down, otherwise I’ll come all over you.”
“I want you to come all over me, come inside me, wherever you want, Dominic. You can do what you want to me.”
He blinked slowly, his lips wet, and mouth open, then rested his sticky forehead against hers. “They are unspeakable, the things I want to do to you.”
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.“Please,” she whimpered.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, as if he was the bearer of bad news. “We … can’t …” He sounded like a man in need. A man who was not yet sated. But a man broken.
“You can’t stop now.” She had yearned for this moment, had longed for this man. She was desperate for him.
What was he waiting for?
* * *
DOMINIC
The salty smell of sex filled the air.
He had watched Eleni come apart slowly before his eyes, and his hard on had mushroomed.
“I want you to come all over me.”
Fuck.
Did she have to go and saythat?“We can’t do that, Eleni.” He wanted to fuck her. Of course he did. He was a man, not a monk. He wanted to fuck her hard and long, wanted to grind out his pent-up frustration. Wanted to ruin her for all men so that she only wanted him.
But he could not. There was a line, and he would not cross it. It would be irresponsible, and professional suicide for him to even go there.
“Please, Dominic. I want this.” Her hot breath kissed his face as she lay beneath him. The need in her breathless whisper was like a mating call to his dick. He tried to hold off, but she begged him for more. Her pebbled breast made him salivate. He couldn’t help but reach out, thumb first one nipple then the other while he tried to slow down time, get his thoughts in order. But his cock was hard and ready, inches from her.
“We shouldn’t.Ishouldn’t.”
“Why?” Eleni cried.
