Page 155 of Love Among the Ruins
“Where are you going?”
“To do something for you.” Many other women would have happily obliged.
“You don’t …” He let out a groan. “You don’t have to do that. I thought we’d established that you want me to fuck you.”
“I do. And I wish you’d get on with it but—” He didn’t look happy. “Are you sure?” Maybe her breasts were too small, she wasn’t his type, he couldn’t bring himself too, despite having the biggest hard on she’d ever seen. She didn’t want him to do something he didn’t want.
“I’m surer than I’ve ever been.” He reached out, grabbing all of her breast, massaging, owning, possessing. His fingers squeezed her nipple hard. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. A shot of desire whipped through her.
Dominic licked his lips as he looked down at her, and once again, she couldn’t read his expression.
She couldn’t tell if he wanted to do the deed because she’d begged him, or if he really wanted to.
Her eyes trailed down to his cock, and she no longer cared. She wanted him. This.Now.
He lowered himself down on her, lifting on his elbows so that his big, heavy, beautifully toned body wouldn’t squish her. A low growl sounded deep in his throat as he lined himself up at her opening and stayed there. His wet, thick shaft nudging against her. His lips went to her neck. “Are you sure about this?”
He was asking permission even now? How much assurance did the man need? She lifted her hips in answer, desperate to swallow his manhood, and failing. “Dom ...”
That did it.
“Do. Not. Ever ...” He thrust inside her and she tilted her hips, welcoming all of him. His thick shaft slowly inched inside, sinking into her wet heat. He filled her completely, making her stretch, the friction a little on the side of uncomfortable, but then … ah, yes … sweet. She gasped, feeling full to the hilt, and yet he wasn’t all in.
“Dominic.” She stared up at him, his eyes closed, his face tense as he let himself linger. His lips parted, as if he were savoring something intensely. “I’m too small for you.”
His eyes burst open, a line forming on his brow, then vanishing completely. He lowered his mouth to give her another mind clearing kiss. Heat rolled over her as his fingers dug into her hips. He angled her just so, and thrust out then back in, the friction so delicious she loosened instantly. And then he was in, all those long, thick beautiful inches of him. He was in so deep, she couldn’t tell where he ended and where she began.
It was beautiful. This oneness. His chest pressed against her breasts so that their heartbeats were synced.
He panted against her ear. “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts so good.”
He lifted his head, frowning. And stopped thrusting.
“Don’t stop. I told you ... it’s been so long since ...”
That was all it took. He slammed into her, making her gasp with shock at the fullness of him inside her, occupying every inch of her. A warm, wet, fulsome feeling blossomed in her chest as he started to move in a rhythm. Their eyes locked, each watching the pleasure on the other’s faces. Dominic pulled out slowly, a pained expression on his face, before he slid back in again slowly. He set up a rhythm, slow and steady, gentle, then not so gentle. And then he sped up, tenderness replaced by his fast, urgent, desperate thrusting. Making noises, wet and messy, each time he slammed into her.
They were panting, as if air was in short supply. Her body vibrating, pulsating, something building deep within her. He lifted her leg, his heavy hand moving up the underside, cupping her calf up in the air. He rocked into her, moving his cock inside her, rubbing it around, making friction. She cupped his face, helpless to do anything but take it. And it feltsogood.
A little typhoon of pressure coiled in her belly and started to spin out of control. “Dominic.” She smiled at him, full of love and gratitude, drowning in aching bliss, her body starting to convulse. “Oh, Dominic … this is so …”
His lips turned up at the corners, not quite making it into a full smile. He seemed to lose control. Biting his lower lip again, before he thrust into her harder.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her voice gravelly with need. Oh, yes, yes, yes.
He rammed into her harder then, goaded on by her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clenching her muscles, gripping his cock with all her might. He groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“I love this. This is what I …needed…”
He stared at her, his eyes so dark, nothing like the shade of sea she was so used to. He rubbed her clit, between the thrusts, taking her to the edge.
She huffed out a breath, a groan, a sound. He kissed her, his tongue down her throat, hard and hot, the way his cock was impaled so far up inside her. They were joined, connected, one.
She was falling for this man, so deeply, so fast, so unexpectedly. Couldn’t imagine a world without him in it. As he grunted and rocked above her, and she gazed at his beautiful face. His angular jaw, his closed eyes, with lashes so long it was a sin for a man to have. That full, ripe, magical mouth. A mouth that showered her with kindness and satisfied her desires.
He tugged his lower lip between his teeth as if it was too much, He closed his eyes, and grunted. Feral and wild. Cursing, saying her name over and over. Fucking her, telling her how good this was. How good she was.
