My body feels like it’s on fire. Vincent never touched me the way Dominic just did. No one ever has, really. The way he runs his hands over me feels like he’s known me for years. Even now, as I tremble and recover from the intensity of my orgasm, he trails his fingers over and back across my chest. His touch sends shivers through my torso.
My heart is pounding, and I take a deep breath to try to slow it down. I turn my head and see him staring at me. I can’t help but grin as a blush spreads across my cheeks.
“Dominic,” I breathe.
He leans down and presses his lips against mine, hooking his hand around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and moan into his lips as we kiss – our arms and legs intertwined on my bed. His lips are soft and he kisses me slowly, groaning as he tastes my mouth.
Dominic shifts his weight and presses himself down on top of me so his erection is pressing against my stomach. I tilt my hips to feel it and he groans in satisfaction. He runs his fingers down my side and cups my ass, guiding my legs until they’re wrapped around him.
We’re closer than I could have imagined. It feels like every part of me is touching him – like he’s wrapped around me and I’m wrapped around him, both so tight that I never want to let go. I kiss his neck. He groans in response, sending a thrill straight through my core. The heat of my desire is blossoming once again as he slides his shaft through my wetness.
The feeling of his cock against me is driving me wild. I press my hips up toward him to feel it against me, and it sends an aching need through my core. I want to feel it inside me. I want to feel him inside me. I want him to take me right now.
It doesn’t matter who he is, or who I am, or who our families are. All that matters is his body, and my body, and our pleasure. All that matters is the way his hand is tangling into my hair, and the way my fingers are sinking into his shoulders. All that matters are the groans he’s making every time I touch him.
I’m more alive than I’ve ever been before. I’m flying. I reach over to my bedside table and grab a condom. Dominic looks from the condom to me and his eyes spark. His chest rumbles as he takes the crinkling package from me.
“You sure?”
“Never wanted anything more,” I breathe. I watch as he kneels in front of me on the bed and rolls the condom onto his hard cock. It glides on smoothly, and once it’s on, he grabs his cock and drags his eyes up to mine. My whole body is on fire. I bite my lip and look at Dominic, letting my eyes wander from his dark eyes down to his muscular shoulders. His chest and abs are almost gleaming in the moonlight from the window. I reach up and run my finger down the center of his torso until I hit the base of his shaft. I wrap my hand around his thickness and savor the fire that floods my veins.
Dominic groans and tilts his head back as I grip his member, pushing his hips down toward me as I open myself up to him. My legs fall apart and I tilt my hips up to accept him. When the tip of his cock presses against my opening, my whole body relaxes and a moan escapes my lips.
I can’t describe the feeling of Dominic’s cock. It’s better than I can put into words. My body stretches to accept him and grips his girth as he pushes into me. It’s like he fits inside me so perfectly that nothing else can compare.
A gasp escapes my lips as he pushes himself deeper and deeper inside me. Inch by inch, he enters me. My walls contract around his girth and I moan once more.
When he starts to pump his shaft in and out of me, I’m already there. The orgasm is building in the pit of my stomach, and I know that in a few instants I’ll be flying off the edge. With every thrust of his cock, the pressure in my core builds and builds until my body is no longer under my control.
With one more thrust, Dominic grunts and it reverberates through my chest. The pressure finally releases and the pleasure floods my veins. My back arches as the pleasure courses through my body – over, and over, and over, in wave after wave of bliss.
I don’t know if I’m screaming or if I’m silent. I don’t know if I’m grabbing on to Dominic’s shoulders, his neck, or the bedsheets. I don’t know what’s happening. All I know is that the intensity of my orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My whole body contracts around him until he grows harder and starts to tremble with me.
The sweetness of our release is indescribable. He’s panting into my ear as I grip onto him. I run my fingers along Dominic’s skin, through the thin sheen of sweat that our lovemaking has produced.
When he collapses on top of me, I'm as spent as he is. For a few blissful moments, the only sounds in the room are our heartbeats and our long, ragged breaths.
Finally, I’m able to think again. It’s like a fog lifts from my eyes and I see Dominic again for the first time. This time, he doesn’t seem like the rugged mountain man that lives on the edge of town. He doesn’t seem like a renegade – like the man who has opposed my family for a decade.
He seems calm, and loving, and gentle. He seems so real. I run my finger down his cheek and I scratch the stubble on his jaw, and he groans in satisfaction. His eyelids flutter open and he studies my face for a few moments.
“You’re beautiful, Mara McCoy.”
“So are you, Dominic Clarke,” I answer with a grin.
A smile spreads across his face and he closes his eyes again. He tilts his chin toward me as I run my fingers over and back along his jaw. I watch him for a minute, or an hour, or an eternity – until sleep takes us both.