Page 52 of Domino
“That’s a good answer,” he says.
I raise my hips as he slips my panties down, my stomach fluttering wildly. He takes them off of me, then leans forward and without preamble, buries his face between my thighs. My entire body stiffens, and I gasp sharply as his tongue finds my clit. He takes it into his mouth, sucking on it as the soft pads of his fingertips stroke my swollen, wet lips.
Max slips his tongue down and plunges it into me, moaning with delight as he laps at me with a passionate zeal. My breath is ragged, and I squirm on the seat, clawing at the fabric as he parts my thighs wider, driving his tongue into me deeper. Reaching down, I grip a handful of his hair and grind myself against his face. Max responds to me, licking and lapping at me with an unbridled vigor.
My cries fill the cabin of the truck and I writhe beneath him as Max continues lapping at my molten core. My grip on his hair tightens as the pressure inside of me builds. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as Max’s tongue probes deep within me.
His hands grip the insides of my thighs, and he presses his face even closer to me. My veins feel like they’re filled with electricity and my vision is wavering as he pushes me close to the brink. And with one last lick at my center, my body locks up and I feel weightless, like I’m spinning out into nothing. I shake wildly as my orgasm crashes down over me and Max continues to lap at me even more vigorously.
A loud peal of thunder splits the sky outside and a moment later, as the flare of lighting fills the truck with a silvery luminescence, I see my juices glinting like jewels in Max’s beard. It’s a sight that’s erotic and gets me even wetter… something I didn’t think I could possibly be.
“I need you inside of me, Max,” I groan. “I need you inside of me right now.”
He flashes me a lopsided smile. “Always happy to oblige a lady’s request.”
We share a brief laugh as he fumbles with his belt. But he manages to get it undone and get his pants down, and I immediately reach out and take his long, rigid cock in my hand. As I start to stroke him, he groans and leans forward, pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues twirl around one another as I jerk him off, feeling him stiffen even more in my hand. And when he positions himself on top of me, I nestle the head of his cock between my lips.
Our eyes are locked together as he slowly rolls his hips, slowly sliding himself into me. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, relishing the feel of his shaft slipping along my wet inner walls, inch by glorious inch. And when he’s buried to the hilt within me, we both pause, and I savor the sensation. He’s so thick and long that he fills me completely. It’s an incredible feeling and very nearly makes me cum right there on the spot.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” I gasp.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
I grip his forearms, digging my nails into his skin as he starts to move within me. He’s so big, he stretches me open and I feel a slight pinch of pain, but it only seems to serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through me. Max kisses me hard as he drives his cock into me. Thunder cracks outside the car and his eyes glitter in the flash of lightning that follows.
The beating of the rain on the roof is almost deafening as the fury of the storm starts to pick up. Max thrusts himself into me harder, hitting that spot deep inside of me that touches off explosions of sensation within me. My entire body is vibrating, and my breathing is labored as he fucks me with a hard, steady rhythm.
The crack of his flesh meeting mine fills my ears, somehow melding with the rain beating down on us, creating an erotic symphony that makes me shudder. My eyes roll into the back of my head and a stuttering gasp passes my lips as Max moves within me.
“Fuck me, Max,” I gasp.
He braces himself on his arms above me and pumps his hips even harder. I grip his arms harder and raise myself up, biting his shoulder. He draws in a sharp breath but keeps driving himself into me. My body is tensing, and I feel another explosion building, one that is going to be more intense than the last.
Max lets out a long, quavering breath and his body is growing tighter. His face is strained and red, and the veins are standing out on his neck. I can tell that he’s quickly approaching the peak but is doing his best to hold off.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper in his ear. “Cum for me. Cum inside of me.”
As if my words were the key that unlocks something in him, Max starts to pound himself into me, unleashing a whole new wave of pleasure inside of me. His mouth crashes against mine as he fucks me, our bodies moving together in a hard, sensuous rhythm. My belly is turning over on itself and I’m tingling from my head to my toes.
Max drives his cock as deep into me as he can go and holds himself there. I press my head back against the seat and the cry that explodes from my mouth is louder than the thunder roaring outside. Gripped by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt before, I cling to him as tightly as I can.
A moment later, I feel Max’s cock swell and then twitch, making me shiver. With a loud, languid moan, he erupts. Another cry is torn from me as Max’s cock throbs, pumping his warm, thick seed into me. I revel in the feeling of him filling me up with it.
Panting like we’ve just run a marathon and our pulses racing, Max and I hold onto each other, riding out the waves of pleasure. Slowly, we start coming back down to Earth, and I feel him soften, then slip out of me. He sits up, then pulls me up to him. I lay my head on his shoulder, my body tingling as I feel his seed still within me.
Outside, the storm is raging, the rain coming down on the roof of the truck almost violently. The windows are all fogged up, though, so we can’t see anything out there, which is fine with me, since all I want right now is in here with me.
“That was amazing,” he finally says, his voice low and husky.
I nod. “It was. I think this is something we should do again.”
“I agree. Just give me a few minutes first.”
I laugh and he holds me to him even tighter. The moment feels so normal and so natural that I’m taken aback by it. More than that, though, I feel good. Amazing, actually. I can’t recall ever feeling like this at any point in my life. And I’m not just talking about the sex, although that certainly applies as well. But what I’m feeling is something a lot more profound. Something unexpected. But at the same time, something entirely welcome.
“I didn’t picture our evening going this way. You never struck me as a sex-on-the-first-date type of girl,” he says.
“I’m just full of surprises.”
