Two weeks. Two weeks you had told him to wait. If he was still thinking about you then, he could call. Otherwise, he shouldnât bother. And you had meant it. You had not saved his number, only given him yours.
Dominick had assured you that he would call but truth be told, you didnât know his character from a quickie behind a boathouse in South Hampton. Promises were made and broken in the heat of a moment like that. Careless words were spoken all the time when there were no obligations involved, no strings attached. And it would have been no big deal.
You didnât know anything about him except that he was studying criminal law at Fordham, lived somewhere in Williamsburg, and had stumbled onto the Hamptons scene that weekend the same way you had - some friends had dragged him there. Other than the way he was so magnetic and you wanted him with every fiber of your being, you didnât even know if it was a physical attraction or more than that. However, you would have been lying to yourself if you didnât admit to the fact that you spent every day of those two weeks thinking about him. Cursing yourself for telling him to wait. Hoping he would call. Even if it would end up being just a good old-fashioned booty call. Yes, you would still see him around somewhere if he didnât call but it would hurt your pride. For him to have made you feel the way he did that night and never be acknowledged again? Sure you would cope eventually but not after a few weeks of utter bitterness and self-loathing. Ugh, once again you cursed his name for the millionth time these past two weeks. What a fool you had been.
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You are sitting at your desk at the law firmâs office where you work part-time, typing away at an email reply. Two clients enter the room and you look up, smiling politely at them.Â
âMister Phillips is ready for you, gentlemen. Would you care for some coffee?â you offer.
They return your smile but shake their heads, and close the office door behind them in a rush. You sigh in relief, turning back towards the computer screen only to be interrupted by your phone vibrating on silent. You stare at the unknown number slightly annoyed but pick up with an exasperated âYes?â
âGuess this is a bad time, huh?â you hear him chuckle on the other end.
Fuck.Â
Fuck.
FUCKFUCKFUCK!
You draw in a sharp breath and sit up straight as though you just got caught doing something naughty. Itâs him. Dominick.Â
What the-. Your work had actually distracted you, kept you so busy you had forgotten about what day it was. For once in those two weeks you had not thought about him in a hot second.
âItâs you.â You feel so silly but you actually cannot believe he is really calling.
âWellâŚyou told me to call in two weeks. Itâs been two weeks. And Iâm afraid I havenât stopped thinking about you. So I was hoping to see you again. Please say yes.âÂ
He sounds like a little boy asking for his favorite toy back after itâs been taken from him. It makes you weak immediately, flashbacks to him and you together, skin on skin. Oh lord.
âYes.â is all you manage to mutter. Girl, control yourself. You swallow hard, youâre sure he can hear it.
âIâm so glad. Are you free tonight?â The urgency in his tone of voice makes you feel so powerful, maybe he canât control himself either.
âIâll text you my address.â
When you hang up you are shaking. There it is again that feeling in the pit of your stomach, spreading down between your legs. Your mind is racing. You actually canât believe it. He had been waiting to call you. He had been thinking about you. In fact, in his own words, he had not stopped thinking about you. Your whole body is suddenly trembling with anticipation and disbelief. Is this really happening? The way he had so nonchalantly admitted to more or less obsessing over you the way you had over him. The way he had practically begged to see you. Oh boy, would you make it worth his while.
You finish early on Fridays so you run out of the office, stopping by your local grocery store to pick up some essentials, including a bottle of wine, before coming home to your small Bushwick apartment. Good thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here, bad thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here. Your anxiety is already through the roof and you kind of want to smoke some weed but youâre scared it will make it worse.Â
So instead you take advantage of the luxury of having a bathtub and spend an hour soaking among lavender-scented bubbles. Looking down at your naked body, imagining him touching you again, and you have to hold back from touching yourself at the thought of it. Like you have so many times during the past two weeks when these thoughts had taken over. It was the way he had known exactly how you liked it, even the things you yourself hadnât known you liked yet.Â
It had never been this good with anyone before, even your ex-boyfriend of three years. He had never been able to even want you to open up like this because it was clear from the beginning that he was more interested in his own needs and wants. But you had hoped that you could coax it out of him by giving into whatever he demanded because after all, it was love, right? Or at least you thought it was. And yes, he had made you cum, most of the time. And yes, he had gone down on you. Even though you always felt like it was more of a chore to him than something he had enjoyed while you had to pretend that sucking his dick was something you relished when he more or less forced you into it. Either way, he never made you feel sexy, he never made you feel like the most important person in the room, like all eyes should be on you; like a woman, like a man should make you feel. Instead he liked to keep small, keep you in your place, talked over you to make himself look smart and important. So eventually, it all faded away between you two. And that was putting it mildly. You donât like to think about it too much, it takes you to a dark place you donât want to go.Â
You donât miss being in a relationship. In fact, youâre not looking for one. Whatever this is, is going to be, or not, between you and Dominick, you arenât ready for anything serious.Â
8pm on the dot, your doorbell rings. The spritz of perfume you just sprayed behind your ear still lingers in the air as you rush down the hallway to press the button on the intercom. Soft footsteps on the stairs. Your heart is pounding. You check yourself in the mirror one last time. No fancy outfit, nothing revealing. Just a simple gray cotton off-the-shoulder dress, your hair in a messy bun, soft make-up. Why bother when he already had your pussy in his face, right? Why bother when he for some reason already thinks you are the sexiest little thing?
Heâs holding a small wicker basket full of fresh strawberries, the sweet scent overwhelming as you open the door to greet him.Â
âWhat-â you raise your eyebrows at him.
âI think flowers are overrated and wellâŚI passed a farmerâs market earlier on my way home, so. I hope youâre not allergic or are one of those rare people who hate strawberries.â heâs babbling. Heâs nervous. How cute.Â
âI love strawberries.â you reply, as you pick one from the basket and grab his arm, pulling him in. The fruit is absolutely bursting with flavor as you bite into it. âDelicious.â you smile, making it clear youâre not just talking about the strawberry.
âWell, Iâm glad.â he smiles back at you.
âThank you.â
He follows you into the living room/kitchen area, his eyes tracing your body and your adorable little banter quickly gives way to that familiar heat spreading between you two.
âJust so you know, I think flowers are overrated too, unless they grow in a field.â you turn around and properly take him in for the first time since opening the door.Â
You canât believe heâs really here. Standing in your apartment. And he seems to think the same thing. As much as you both were overconfident that night you met, fueled by a bit of alcohol and the excitement of the unknown, you donât know where to start, or rather where to continue now. His hands seem restless, yours are dying to touch him.
âGlass of wine?â you ask because you canât think of anything else and maybe a few sips will calm your nerves.
âSure, thanks.â he answers as he shrugs off his jacket and you turn to get glasses from the cupboard.Â
By the time you have opened and poured the wine, he has wandered over to your bookshelf, scanning the contents. You watch as his fingertips glide over the spines of books, and you canât explain why it makes your heart beat so much faster all of a sudden. With the glasses in hand you join him, handing him his just as he pulls out Kierkegaard.
âI donât know if Iâm amused or shocked.â he looks at you, one eyebrow raised.Â
âAnd whyâs that?â
âWhatâs your field of law again?â
âI never said.â you challenge him.
He takes a sip of wine and his eyes stare into yours. Damn you, you think.
âWell can I guess then?âÂ
âGo ahead.â
âHuman Rights.'
Fuck, he is good. Or youâre just too obvious. Your law books arenât even on this shelf.
âYou figured that out from me reading Kierkegaard?â
âOh no. I just really appreciate philosophy.âÂ
You purse your lips and he cocks his head and itâs a game youâre playing now it seems. If that first time you told him not to tease, teasing is now all you are both doing. His face is entirely too close to yours and you notice a slight sunburn across his nose, a few freckles dancing there, his lashes too unfairly long for a man as he looks down into your eyes.Â
âPhilosophy me this then, Mister. You really couldnât stop thinking about me?â your voice is low and you can tell the effect it has on him.
âHmm. You left me with quite the thoughts.â he says, in the same low voice.
âCanât imagine what you mean.â you smirk up at him, putting your glass down on the bookshelf next to his.
He smiles and puts a finger under your chin, raising your head slightly.Â
âI meanâŚ.â he takes a deep breath. âI thought about you day and night, wondering what you were doing, what you were eating, drinking, dreaming about. Whether you were feeling happy or sad, stressed or relaxed. What kind of music you were listening to, what kind of books you were reading, what kind of clothes you were wearing. If you were wearing the same perfume you wore the night we met. Whether you preferred the rain of the last few days or if you were hoping for sunshine and the heat. What you were thinking about while waiting in line at the coffee shop. If you were thinking about me? If you were counting down the days hoping I would call, or if you regretted that night? And if you were thinking about me, were you thinking about the way I touched you, the way I kissed you, the way I fucked you? Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Because I did. I got hard the second the thought of you entered my mind.âÂ
His mouth is behind your ear now and you are a mess. You are holding back a moan, choked up in your throat. He has once again managed to reduce you to a complete wreck, a dampness spreading between your legs.Â
âSounds intense.â you exhale and he smiles as he picks you up, your hands wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist.
You finally find yourself kissing him deeply, his strong arms holding you so tightly you can feel his heartbeat hammering against you.Â
âJust so weâre clearâŚI never regretted it for one second.â you say it with every inch of your soul before slipping your tongue into his hot mouth, a moan rumbling within him.Â
âAnything else you wanna clear up? Maybe likeâŚyou thinking about me tooâŚand yâknow. Touching yourself?â he tickles your sides and you shriek, punching his arms playfully.
âWouldnât you like to know.â you tease, and he rolls his eyes.
Somehow you manage to make your way into your bedroom and he puts you down on your bed, his body on top of yours. Your kisses are becoming more intense by the second, your hands sneaking under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, so desperate for more contact. But you have other plans. Pushing him off of you, you crawl back on the bed, telling him âStay there.â as he attempts to follow. He looks confused but does as you say, an undeniable look of excitement on his face for whatever awaits him.Â
You really canât believe what youâre about to do. But you know itâs gonna make him lose his mind and that is what you set out to do. So you reach under your dress, slowly pulling off your panties before throwing them in his face. He gasps, taking the piece of clothing like itâs a treasure he just unearthed and brings it up to his face, inhaling your scent. You bite your lip, watching him, knowing itâs just step one on his way to absolute unraveling.
Sensuously, you let your hand glide over your body, still just over the fabric of your dress while the other one releases your hair from the bun, letting it fall loose over your shoulders. He doesnât even blink watching you, just stares at you in utter fascination. Thereâs a bulge growing in his jeans, you can tell, and god, does it make you feel special. Hereâs this breathtakingly gorgeous man and all he wants is you.
âSo, you wanna know if I thought about you, hmm?â your hand slips under your dress. âAbout that night? About your tongue tasting me? About your fingers exploring me? About your beautiful, big cock inside my wet little pussy? About how you were the best fuck of my life? The only man to ever make my earth shake like that?â your legs spread a little but still not enough for him to see you. Somehow heâs not trying to, his eyes are fixated on yours, his mouth slightly agape, and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. âYou wanna know how many times Iâve touched myself thinking about you, wishing you were inside me again? Iâve lost count. Iâve moaned your name into my pillow so many times, Dominick. Dominick. Dominick.âÂ
Now you let him see. And he inches closer to you as you rub your clit in small circles, so wet already. He moans your name back at you. Watching you as you insert two fingers into your soaked pussy and start pumping in and out slowly, whimpering with pleasure and you can tell heâs about to fully lose it, it turns you on so much, making you shiver with lust.Â
âAnd I pretended itâs you. But it could never feel as good. You really fucked me up, baby. You really did.â you sound almost mad and he catches it, pulling you close as you withdraw from yourself.
âIâm sorry.â he apologizes and kisses you again and you claw at his shirt, nearly tearing it off within a second, followed by his jeans while he does the same with your dress. âIâm sorry.â he says again, lips down your neck, across your collarbone. âIâm sorry.â
And itâs both of you who unravel. And you knew this was gonna happen. Because yes, he fucked you up but you fucked him up just as badly.Â
âIâm sorry too.â you whisper, running your fingers through his soft hair as he continues to place kisses downwards, his mouth closing around your nipple, tongue sneaking out to tease. Your back arches and his large hands grab your waist, not even a piece of paper could fit between your bodies. Itâs so intimate, and heâs not even inside you yet. Heâs in no rush you can tell although heâs as hard as he can get, pressing against your thigh, a wet spot forming on your skin there. It doesnât matter, heâs lost in you, youâre lost in him.Â
When he finally slips inside you, you almost pass out at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his hips to get his full length as deep as possible. He groans into your neck, not moving for a second just letting himself melt with you.
âPlease.â you whisper in his ear and your voice is shaking and he slowly starts moving, dragging out every thrust.Â
âFuck.â he breathes. âLongest two weeks of my life.â and you stare into his eyes with a sheepish grin.Â
Itâs the hottest sight, Dominick on top of you, moving in and out of you, and you donât know where to put your hands. His beautiful face, his warm chest, his toned arms, his strong shoulders, his tight ass, you really want all of him at once. And then this feeling heâs giving you where you are joined, his cock dragging along your tight walls, one hand reaching down because he knows how much you like it when his fingers play with your clit.Â
âS-so g-goooood. So fucking good.â you moan, clenching around him and he furrows his brow in an almost serious way at the sensation of you squeezing him.Â
âYou like it when I do that, hmm, babe?â you ask, wiping a loose curl of hair from his face and he nods, kissing you sloppily.Â
And you do it again, and again. As much as you enjoy this slow rhythm, you are dying for him to pick up the pace a little, and this does the trick. He grabs one of your legs and hitches it up higher, opening you wider to him, fucking into you deeper and slightly harder. You let out a loud moan as he hits that spot within you.
âIs this what you wanted, my sweet?â and you smirk and affirm. Itâs not long before you begin to shudder, whining his name as he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. âYou really are so beautiful when you cum. All I wanna do is make you cum.âÂ
He flicks his thumb over your clit again, pumping his dick so deep inside you, you lose all control over yourself. His eyes are staring into yours and that feeling you get scares you a little but it is all too much now, you have no time to think.
âCum for me. I wanna feel you cum. I love how you get even tighter around me when you do. How you shake. No more moaning my name into your pillow all by yourself. Iâm here. Iâm right here. Iâm all yours. Cum for me, baby.â He thrusts into you again and you uncoil.Â
âFuck! Dominick!â you moan, clinging to him as you pulse and shudder with your orgasm.Â
He holds you and kisses you and continues to move in and out of you slowly, disregarding the chase for his own pleasure to revel in yours, to extend it even. This man. You cry out in pleasure, he has once again managed to lure the most intense climax from you, and you already know it wonât be the only one tonight. He hasnât cum yet, itâs like he is holding back and while it makes him the sexiest man on the planet it also makes you want to make him cum even more. So you press your hands against his chest and push him off you, his eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him.
âOkay.â he grins up at you as you slowly lower yourself on his cock, letting him sink into you. âJeez.â he gasps and you feel even fuller in this position.Â
âAny last words?â you smile down on him and he pushes up into you without a warning, making you squeal. âDonât you dare!â you raise a finger.Â
âYou know where you can put that.â he pokes his tongue out at you and you glare at him in shock before putting your hand over his mouth.Â
âIf you donât shut up Iâll make you wait another two weeks.â he immediately stays silent, a serious expression on his face as you smile triumphantly and start moving on his throbbing cock.Â
âYou donât mean that.â he blinks his eyes shut, pleasure taking over as you feel his thighs tense under you.Â
âPlease, I wouldnât survive.â you reply and his eyes flutter open again, a soft smile on his lips.Â
He grabs your hips, gently guiding your movements as you run your hands up and down his torso. âYouâre gorgeous.â you whisper and canât believe he blushes. âWhat? Has no one ever told you that before?â You drag him in and out of you slowly.Â
âNot like that.â he pauses. âI was always the lanky, skinny kid and girls tended to go for the quarterbacks.â He looks perfect to you.Â
âWell, I bet they never got dick like this from their quarterbacks.â you shrug and he giggles until you make him moan again, rolling your hips back and forth a little faster.Â
From the way his hands are moving over your body you can tell heâs getting close. Theyâre restlessly looking for a place to settle, or a place they havenât touched yet; up your sides, over your breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing, down your stomach to your pussy, over your thighs. Youâre close to your next climax too and you know just the thing to send you both over the edge. While you move up and down his cock, you guide your hand down your pussy and start rubbing your clit, Dominick watching you with heavy eyes.Â
âYou like what you see, baby?âÂ
He can only nod, and the sight of him watching you with his head pressed into the pillow, biting his lip, is so fucking hot. Poor boy is so close but you donât want to pick up the pace. Youâre dragging his cock in and out, painfully slow, circling your clit with your index and middle finger.Â
âDominick, you feel so good.â you moan, arching your back, he has the best view of you riding him.Â
âGod, you are gonna make me lose it.â his breath quickens.Â
âLose it, baby.â you squeeze his cock with your walls, the beginnings of your orgasm crashing over your body like waves.Â
You sit up again and withdraw your fingers from yourself, only to offer them to him and he opens his mouth to taste them, taste you, hungrily. He jerks his hips up, slamming into you, and cums hard, releasing himself inside you with a shudder and the sexiest moan. Your pussy clenches around him as you literally ride out both of your orgasms, the two of you still shaking as he pulls you down onto him. And itâs some kind of insanity just how badly you want to take everything of him in at this moment, even though thereâs not much more left to take in. Somehow you still want more of him. More. His lips are on your neck and yours are in his hair and you take in his scent, his heavenly scent that is now on your pillow, in your bed. Your bed.Â
Youâre breathless and giggling and itâs warm and comfortable although youâre exhausted.Â
âYou donât mind if I spend the night, do you?â he asks, stroking your back.
Your brain is yelling at you to be careful. That you donât really want this. That itâs just the endorphins or whatever. Itâs nice to be wanted, itâs nice to be taken care of by a man like him, a man who knows how to touch a woman. To make a woman feel special. But you donât want the complications of something more. Something serious. So you tell yourself, it doesnât have to be like that. It can still be nice without it being serious. You will be careful. While still enjoying it.
âNot at all.â you say, snuggling up to his warm body.
You knew you were a goner the moment you locked eyes with him, those brilliant blues staring into yours. You could tell he was an old soul mixed with mischief with the intent to fuck up your life in every possible way. Dominick Carisi. Oh dear lord.
Now you are following his every move, from the way those long, slender fingers are wrapped around his whiskey on ice, his Adamâs apple moving up and down as he swallows, your thoughts racing already thinking about nibbling at his neck. You blush and force yourself to look away as you feel yourself growing wet, that spot deep within you coiling in on itself. No man has ever had this effect on you, and you donât even know him. You share some mutual friends from law school who had introduced you at this party you both happen to attend. Itâs Memorial Day weekend and youâre in the Hamptons with that same group of friends.Â
You hate the Hamptons and the pretentiousness of it all but suddenly you donât care, you just want to be near him. And you pray to all the gods he will end up at your friendâs house afterwards. and for once the gods listen because you end up sitting next to him in the car ride back. The way he smiles at you as he climbs in the backseat, a whispered âheyâ and you ask yourself why he is whispering but you forget all about it because his lips are only inches from your neck and you take in his scent, woody and earthy, with a touch of mint from the gum heâs subtly chewing. You curse yourself for letting a man affect you this much and you wish you could deny him the attention that he is so obviously attempting to elicit from you because you pride yourself in being better than this, in not letting a man reduce you to a lecherous little mess.Â
But you canât help it. Heâs oh so charming without trying too hard like other men often do. There was an instant attraction between you two. So you turn your head slightly towards him and you whisper back a coy âheyâ, and he laughs, such a sexy sound. And of course you immediately wonder what other sexy sounds you might get out of him tonight. Your legs touch, and you are dying for him to put his hand on your thigh. You can tell he wants to, by the way he swallows hard as he stares out the window, his hand covering his mouth trying to hide a smirk as he notices you watching him.Â
You get to your friendâs house, thereâs about twenty of you, the music is turned on, bottles of alcohol are being opened and dispensed, and everyone is getting comfortable.Â
Dominickâs hand had brushed the small of your back as you walked down the path from the car to the house but you hadnât seen him since.
The party bores you. A bunch of rich people talking about whatever, like they are the experts on everything just because they have money. Or rather, their families do. You donât know how you ended up here. You refill your glass of red wine and step off the porch barefoot into the damp grass and start walking towards the water. The music and chatter grow quieter as you make out a silhouette sitting on the little dock. Of course, itâs him. You were hoping youâd find him somewhere out here.Â
Dominick gets up as he hears you approach, as though heâd been waiting for you and he grabs your hand without saying a word. Your heart is pounding in your throat but you manage a smile; the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him, and the wine, but mostly the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him. Your pulse is racing. He more or less drags you to the small nearby boathouse, out of sight of the other partygoers, and presses his forehead against yours.Â
âWhat do you want?â Dominick asks, his breath hot and heavy on your mouth.Â
You donât hesitate. âAll of you. Everywhere.âÂ
He smiles and takes the glass of wine from your hand, putting it down on the floor. But instead of standing again he stays down there and you feel his hands on your ankles and his lips on the inside of your calf. You know what heâs up to and your brain canât keep up because heâs already wandered to your knee and switched sides. Holy shit, there he is kissing the inside of your thighs. You quietly beg that he wonât tease you because you need him badly and urgently, and apparently it wasnât so quiet because he chuckles.Â
âDonât worry, my sweet, I wonât, I need you just as bad.âÂ
He still takes his time, as he pulls off your panties and his head disappears underneath your dress. Itâs torture. Pure torture. He gently slips two fingers through your folds. âMy god, you are so wet.â he groans and you can hear him lick his fingers. Jesus Christ.Â
âIâŚIâve been wet all night just looking at youâŚâ you admit, and he peeks out from under your dress, cheeks flushed, the most magnificent sight. You feel his fingers return to your wetness and moan out his name. âDominick!âÂ
He smiles. âMore?â You nod. He pulls off your dress and your bare skin hits the rough wood of the boathouse but you donât care.Â
âYouâre so beautiful.â he whispers and picks you up so your legs are on his shoulders and begins to eat your pussy like itâs his last mission on earth.Â
Your eyes roll back and you canât do or say anything except moan his name in defeat. His mouth is on your clit and lips, sucking, tongue circling, while his fingers are pumping in and out of you, drenched in your juices, skillfully massaging the most delicate spot inside you. He has you in a firm, strong grip, whispering how absolutely delicious you taste. You canât help but grab his head, running your fingers through his already disheveled brown curls, pulling ever so slightly in pleasure. He buries his face even deeper in your pussy, hungrily devouring you and you wish you could capture just how fucking hot this moment is and how special he makes you feel with that expert mouth and fingers of his. You can already feel yourself tensing up, you know heâs gonna make you cum so fast like no man ever has. He can feel it too, as your insides begin to twitch. He can feel you pulling tighter on his hair but he doesnât care, he loves every second of it. All he could think about since the moment he laid eyes on you earlier that night was making you feel this way. Making you tremble, as you scream his name. He wants you to cum, cum on his face and he canât wait to fuck you once heâs done. He smiles against your pussy and you bite your lip. You look desperate for his cock.Â
âPlease DominickâŚ.â you whimper and the way you say his name makes him harder than ever.Â
Good God this woman is gonna be the death of me and itâs gonna be the sweetest death, Dominick thinks to himself. He adds another finger to your clenching walls, fucking you faster, curling over that g spot, sucking your swollen clit hard. You cry out, for a second heâs not sure whether he hurt you or itâs your orgasm, but as your thighs begin to quiver and a stream of âoh my godâsâ and âyesâsâ begin to leave your mouth he knows, and helps you ride out that sweet, sweet orgasm. You die a little death, you have never experienced anything as intense as this, it seems to go on for minutes and just when you think itâs over, his fingers plunge into you again and you shudder once more.Â
âNooo Dominick!â you beg but you mean yes, of course.Â
After a few minutes or so, you donât even know, heâs just smiling and kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth, and you taste what heâs been tasting. And you must have him inside you now. Now! You eagerly start fumbling with his belt buckle, hands shaking, whining while he pulls off his shirt. God lord he looks good. Lean, strong, begging to be touched and kissed fucking everywhere. He helps you pull down his jeans and his cock springs free, hard as a rock, tip moist with pre-cum. Even though you are spent from your orgasm you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless. He gasps as you turn around and raise your hips slightly as an invitation, not that he needs one. He grabs you, slides over your entrance, wetting his cock with both your juices, and pulls you towards him before slamming into you. You both moan, finally feeling each other like this. Dominick is immediately obsessed with the way your pussy feels so tight around him and you love the way he stretches you to your very limit, your insides still so raw from your previous orgasms.Â
âYou okay?â he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your sensitive skin. You nod, reaching back to stroke the back of his neck as he starts pumping in and out of you slowly.Â
âYou feelâŚso fucking good inside meâŚugh Dominick!â you moan and he slips an arm around your waist, hand wandering down until his fingers find your clit again.Â
âIâm not gonna last long baby, you got me so riled up just eating you out, you drive me absolutely mad.â he sighs, picking up the pace as you arch your back more showing him you can take it like a good girl.Â
âMmhhmm youâve already spoiled me so muchâŚplease just fuck me.â you whine. âHowever, the fuck you want. I just want you to cum. You deserve to cum so hard for how amazing you make me feel, Dominick.â you spur him on.Â
He moans into your ear and it sounds so animal, so sexy, so manly, so feral. He pinches your clit as he pounds into you harder and faster, and without a warning, you cum again. He doesnât stop, he ignores your cries, he just fucks you harder, ramming into you over and over relentlessly hitting your gspot and you almost go blind from pleasure. the walls of your pussy clenching around his hard cock as you shake and whimper his name. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other, your combined moans, his dick pumping your soaked pussy, faster and harder with each thrust.Â
âIâm so close.â he moans, placing kisses on your shoulder before biting down softly.Â
âCum for me, Dom. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up. Please, please baby. Fuck me harder. I can take it.âÂ
He cries out, you know he was holding back. You feel him pick up the pace again, burying his cock so deep. His fingers rub your clit just the way you like it, the way you do it when you touch yourself. You feel absolutely raw, exposed and spread open but have never felt more worshiped, taken care of and sexier. Youâre not sure which part of you is more on fire. You donât know if itâs tears or sweat running down your cheeks but youâre sobbing with pleasure. His thrusts become sloppier, even harder, and faster, you know heâs cumming.Â
âFuck!!â he moans. âFuuuuckâ he shoves his pretty cock into you a few more times before he trembles and you feel his hot seed filling you. Your last orgasm shakes you so hard, even more intensely than the ones before, knowing itâs with him. Your whole body convulses as he holds you tightly, for who knows how many times that night. Time stood still. A lot of âFuckâ and âOh my godâ and some âHoly shitâ in between. You never thought some guyâs cum running down your legs would somehow be sexy, but here you are. You curse him because you know it is the first but it certainly wonât be the last time. Dominick pulls out of you slowly and turns you around to kiss you fervently, you wrap your arms around his neck like a drowning person, you wonder what this is gonna lead to.
âWhat now?â he asks and you bite your lip.Â
âNo idea. But this was too good for a one time thing.â you reply with a smirk hoping he will agree.
âWell fuck, no kidding.â he blushes before kissing you again.Â
You start to shiver, suddenly aware of the fact that summerâs not here just yet and youâre completely naked in the breeze by the water. He quickly picks up his cardigan and wraps it around you before looking around for the rest of your discarded clothes. Reality sinks in and you kind of hate it. You donât want to let him go.Â
âHey.â he notices the look on your face as he hands you your dress, reaching into his jeans as he pulls them up. âCan I have your number please?â
