Page 96 of You're The One
“Are you imagining me inside you, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Your cock is so pretty.”
I huff a laugh. “So is your pussy.”
“Dom, I’m close.”
“So am I, baby.”
“Fuck. I want you so bad,” she mumbles, almost incoherently.
“You have me.”
“Kiss me.” She tugs on my shirt with her free hand as she drops back against the countertop, and I bring my mouth to hers.
My hand keeps moving, knuckles skimming her thigh, while her own fingers work faster between her legs.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan. I’m holding on by a fucking thread.
“Come for me,” I grit out. “Come for me, Mia.”
And she does.
So fucking beautifully.
Her head tips back, and I bury my face in her neck. Her tits rub against my chest, separated only by the fabric of my shirt, and her hips keep moving, riding out her pleasure.
I come before I’m ready, painting her inner thigh with my release. I imagine it dripping down to her pussy, but I’m too spent to pull back and look.
I practically collapse on top of her, legs trembling, breathing uneven. We’re both still twitching, her fingers moving slowly through my hair, trailing down my spine.
I’ve never felt this kind of satisfaction. Not just the high of release, but something that feels both light and heavy in equal measure.
Belonging.
Safety.
Like I’ve finally landed somewhere that feels like home.
Fuck.
THIRTY-TWO
We’re still catchingour breath, Dom crushing me under his weight on the counter, when my brain finally starts to come back online and process what we just did.
Regrets? No, never.
Feeling more than I probably should after a hookup? Maybe.
Then again, my experience with hook-ups is limited. Not in numbers; I’m still a virgin—far from a blushing one, though. I’ve never been shy about seeking pleasure, but it all felt interchangeable. No one special, nothing too serious. Every relationship hits a point where giving more isn’t worth the risk of losing.
That urge to run is still there with Dom… but so is the tug to hold on. One I’m not sure I’ve felt before.
But that’s fine. All feelings pass.
“You okay?” Dom mumbles into my neck.
Damn him and his infuriating ability to read me.
