Page 24 of Until Now
Maxen
There’s a bed and a view. That much, I know. Good lighting casts a glow over the scene, and soft jazz plays in the background. Other than that, I couldn’t say. Something much more interesting holds my attention. Dominique. And I think she might be distracted, too, but in another way. My distraction is based on desire. Hers looks like fear.
She is a bunny in headlights, foot caught in a trap. And the Mac truck is fast approaching. I don’t hate the reaction; it lets me be the one to show the way. She was happily married for three years, so there must have been satisfying sex.
If I had it my way, I’d be the first man that her hands touched. But that is unrealistic at our age. Who knows? Like the song says, maybe I’ll be the last. For some reason, what Dominique knows has been temporarily erased. I guess time did that.
She needs to see I’m capable of turning her nerves to pleasure. Hopefully. Never have I had a clearer aim. Not that I’m such an expert, but enthusiasm and stamina count for a lot. She’s probably second-guessing herself right now, not certain why she chose to be here. But here we are, and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. God knows I don’t.
I toss the keycard on the table and take the straps of her purse from her shoulder.
“Oh my God,” she says, looking up to the heavens.
The fewer words said, the better. It’s other senses that need to be brought to the forefront. Wrapping my arms around her, I begin to dance slowly and ignore the plea for God’s help. Her body’s stiff at first but soon relaxes into the embrace. A sigh escapes her lips and settles on my neck. Oh my God, the warm breath sends a chill.
“It’s a good night for a moon dance,” I whisper.
“There’s no moon yet.”
“We’re just starting. There will be.”
A little wordless sound escapes her lips. It’s more like a squeak. She holds on to me as if letting go will release the hound. It will, but that’s beside the point. We’re smooth dancing together, even though it’s in a tight circle of space. I know we’re going to be good.
“I’m hungry for your touch, Dominique.”
“I want you too. I do.”
The tone sounds like she’s trying to convince one of us, and that one isn’t me. But I’m not taking the shyness personally.
“You know we have to actually take our clothes off and get into the bed, right?”
“Yes,” she says under her breath.
I begin to unbutton my shirt. Slowly. While we still dance. I’m looking at her, and she’s watching my fingers while biting her bottom lip. Taking her hand, I run it over my bare chest. I need to go slow. The last thing I want to do is scare her.
That’s when it happens. As soon as she touches my skin, an unmistakable metamorphosis shows up in her eyes and expression. The green of her eyes darkens, and a sly grin appears.
“I feel better now.”
The words are dripping with innuendo, and it surprises me. All dancing stops as my nipples feel the effect of the delicate touch. Then her tongue.
“Oh yeah. I like that. I love that,” I say.
Without taking her hand from around my neck, she trails an index finger from nipple to waistband. Oh shit.Touch it. Touch it. But it’s a deliberate journey she takes, teasing me without mercy and intentionally avoiding the dick.
It’s effective. I’m getting harder by the second. She lingers around my belly button and runs a hand across my stomach. Fingers play with the edges of my pants.
“Babe, put your hand inside and feel what you’ve done.”
With her right hand, she hovers above my zipper. A finger wiggles lightly over the growing length of me, shaft to tip. Oh, damn!
I take her firmly by the wrist. “Do it now.”
Think she likes the command because a look comes over her, and it matches what I’m feeling. Lust. The moment has arrived. There is a maddening hesitation.
“Let yourself go, Dominique.”
And let go, she does. Fingers wiggle their way inside my pants and wrap around my dick.Oh hell. My hands lean against the wall behind her head as a feeling of euphoria washes over me. I let loose a primal sound, part predator part prey. A smile lifts the corners of her sweet mouth as she strokes the length of me.
