Page 158 of Love Among the Ruins
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
DOMINIC
It was the heat in the room which woke him up first, the sheets were on the floor, and the bluish early morning light filtered through the window.
Eleni was between his legs, her head bobbing, her mouth over him. She looked up when he stirred, observing him through her thick lashes. “Is this good?”
Was the earth round?
He nodded, his breath sharp, serrated. He was going to explode into her mouth if she didn’t slow down.
Something niggled at him. She’d been uneasy about him going down on her, but she was doingthisfor him? He lowered his hand to her head. “You don’t … you don’t have to … do this,” he bit out between pants.
She pumped him with her fist, her tongue darting out and licking the tip. “I want to.”
“You don’t mind doing this?”
She shook her head. “Am I doing it right?”
In answer, he rolled his head back, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Jesus christ.
She had no concept of herself. How amazing she was. How gone he was for her. How hard he’d tried to resist her. How his desire had burned out of control, like a ravaging, unstoppable bush fire. The almost one year abstinence from sex might have had something to do with it.
But this weekend had been his undoing. He’d been horny as hell, hungry for her. She was hard to resist with her gorgeous face, her long black hair, her seductive eyes, her olive skin, her funny ways.
Endearing ways.
Her ability to make everything be sunny and good. She, of all people, who was already swimming in a sea of tragedy, was somehow able to see the good in everything.
He groaned as she took him further into her throat, and he watched her in fascination. “You … didn’t want me … to …”
Goddamnit. She was so good at this. She pulled away, her hand taking over and moving along his cock. “To what?” she asked, her lips wet.
“To go down on you.”
“I won’t stop you the next time… if …there is …” She looked embarrassed and bent down again, taking him in her mouth. It was exquisite, the way her mouth worked, how her magic tongue and lips had a mission of their own. How well they fit around him. He couldn’t help but fist her hair in his hand. “Jesus. Eleni.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. It made him harder, the sight of her with her swollen lips, sucking him. She was naked too. On all fours on the bed, her pert little butt high up in the air, her elbows digging into the bed, her breasts spilling onto the mattress.
He moaned. Could get off just on that visual alone. “You’re so fucking good.”
“You like it? Yes?”
Incoherent words tumbled from his mouth, his voice low and gravely, full of gratitude. He pressed his head back into the cushioned satin headrest. “I’m going to ...” He tried to warn her, tried to pull out, but her lips were suctioned to him. “I’m going to ... uh …” He couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold back.
She was still sucking him after he exploded, crashing into a cosmic universe where he floated out of his body and was heat and white light. It took him a while to regain a sense of himself, and there she was, still on all fours, head down, lapping away at him gently. A ragged groan fell from his lips. “Good girl.”
She was. She was the best.
Not because of tonight, but everything about her. He could barely speak, could only watch as he tried to still his galloping heartbeat. She sat up slowly, wiping her mouth, observing his reaction.
“Fuck, Eleni. You’re ...”
You’re so amazing, he wanted to tell her. It wasn’t just the sex, but how she made him feel. What she did for him. He hoped he’d made her feel the same.
There was nothing fake about what they’d just experienced. She moved up the bed and lay against him. He held her in his arms, pressing her to his chest, enjoying the feel of her nuzzling her head in the crook of his shoulder. With her finger she gently traced along his abs, which only made him instinctively flex them harder.
He lay back, enjoying the feel of her fingers, the feel of her. She fit against him like a piece of the puzzle he had never found. They were sticky and hot, but perfect together.
