Page 34 of Domino
The water in the bathtub splashes onto the floor as I keep pumping my fingers into my pussy, my moans growing louder. I try to stifle them, conscious of waking Cole up, but the feeling is just too amazing. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and my heart is beating wildly.
I picture myself on top of Max, rolling my hips as I ride him. I feel his hands and mouth on my breasts as I impale myself upon his rigid staff. His moans are low and gruff as I rise and fall on him, fueling the heat and passion in me. I pump my fingers into myself even harder, pushing myself closer to the brink. In my mind’s eye, I writhe on top of him, reveling in the feel of having him so deep inside of me.
“Max,” I moan softly. “God, yes.”
I plunge my fingers as far into me as I can go and pause, feeling my entire body tighten up. I press my head back against the tub, squeezing my eyes shut tight as I start to quiver. A moment later, I feel weightless. As my orgasm crashes down over me, I bite on the side of my hand to keep from crying out loud. I bite so hard, I’m half-afraid I’m going to taste blood.
My entire body shakes wildly as I cum, Max’s name upon my lips. A quavering smile sets upon my lips as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. And as it fades like a pleasant dream, so does the image of Max from my mind. I lie there in the water, basking in the afterglow of an orgasm that has shaken me to my core.
As I let the warm water wash over me, I idly wonder what he’d really be like in bed. And as I think about it, part of me wonders if I could just sleep with him without any sort of emotional tie. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and even longer since I’ve had really good sex, I wonder if I could basically just use him for that. Part of me is sure he’d be fantastic in bed, but I don’t know why. There’s just something about him. He oozes this masculine sexuality that excites me.
I’d never admit it to anybody, least of all to him, but when we were bantering back and forth at the restaurant earlier, by the end of it, I was dripping wet. Which is probably why I was having such an overwhelming need to get off tonight. The idea that I could just sleep with him, use him for my own physical pleasure and needs, is appealing. But in the end, I really don’t know if I can do it. I’ve never been the kind of girl who sleeps around, and I don’t know if I can be that girl now.
Still, the idea is exciting, and if I were going to be that kind of girl, Max would definitely be the kind of guy I’d do it with. As I settle deeper into the water, the bliss I’m feeling is shattered by my cell phone ringing. In the other room.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Afraid it’ll wake Cole, I jump up and carefully step out of the tub, taking care to stay on the bathmat to avoid slipping on the tile. Throwing a towel around myself, I rush out of the bathroom as my phone continues ringing. Snatching it up off the table in the living room, I groan when I see who’s calling, cursing myself for getting out of the tub. With a sigh, I connect the call and press the phone to my ear.
“What do you want, Ryan?”
There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. It goes on so long that I look at the screen to make sure it’s connected. It is.
“Ryan? What do you want?”
“I’m sorry, babe.”
“You’ve said that before. More times than I can count, and yet everything always goes back to normal with you. And by normal, I mean you go back to being an abusive asshole,” I snap.
“I know. I’m just… I’m all fucked up in the head, babe. And I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for that, Ryan. I’m done.”
“Please, Ash. I’m sorry.”
He sniffs loudly on the other end and his voice breaks. It sounds like he’s crying, which shocks me. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him cry before. Never. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t pull at something inside of me.
“I know I fucked up, Ash. I said some things and did some things that are inexcusable. And I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
He sounds so sincere when he speaks and my eyes well with tears. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep them from falling. Ryan was my first love. He was my first everything. There are good reasons for me being here and well away from him. But hearing him cry, hearing him apologizing and sounding sincere about it, rips at my heart.
“Are you there, babe?”
“I’m here,” I say.
I hit the mute button so he can’t hear me sniffing back my tears. When I have myself back under control, I unmute the call again.
“What do you want, Ryan?”
“I want you to come home. I want you and Cole to come home to me,” he says, his voice cracking.
There’s a sharp pain in my heart as I listen to him speak. I’m trying to stand strong in the face of his apologies, reminding myself that I’ve heard it all before. But then, the voice in the back of my mind whispers to me that Ryan has never sounded so stricken, and so sincerely apologetic before. Everything that voice tells me is true, and it pulls on my heartstrings even harder.
“We’ve been down this road before, Ryan.”
“I know. And I’m begging you to give me another chance, Ash. I’m sorry. Please believe me when I say that I’m sorry.”
“Ryan—”
