A little at a time, he slid down my chest, his thumb taking my pants with them while he peeked up at me. “That’s good.” I stepped out of each leg, and he tossed them into the chair on his way back. “Because I don’t want to rush this.”
The side of my face disappeared in his hand, and his mouth was on me, switching back and forth across my nose with his desperate, quick kisses.
His tongue lunged at mine as he turned me toward the bed, pushing me onto my back with his chest. Hovering over me with one hand planted against my ear, he folded my tank top away from my breasts while I fought with his button.
Backing away from me, he pulled off his shirt as I rid myself of mine, his knees meeting the floor as he pulled my legs over his shoulders. “I think I still remember the combination to get in.”
His nose dug into my panties, his lips and teeth nipping and kissing me until his finger slid across the inside and pulled them away.
I was spoiled by this man being my first lover. No one else ever did things right, because Dom only did things the way I liked, and I only liked the things he did to me. So like not a day passed between then and now, my body recalled who was working it, and I gave up control, letting him push my legs up on the bed and tilt my hips up to him without a hint of shame about it.
His sucks, nips, and tongue flips explored me while his fingers searched for that patch of pleasure right inside me. Focused on pleasing me as always, he pinned me to the bed with his forearm across my belly to hold me down when the feeling got too good.
I pulled his hair to break the seal he had against my skin, and he was already kicking off his pants when I said, “Come love me now.”
He wiped his face on his forearm as I used my elbows to move back the bed. Crawling over me, he dragged the tip of his nose and lips over my skin, bringing up every goosebump he could eke out of me.
His heavy breaths against the side of my head slowed, his mouth opening to swallow my gasp when he pushed himself inside me. The thumping of his blood rushing through his veins beat against me to make room for his dick, but my body was starved for him, only squeezing him tighter with every heartbeat. The way he stretched me hurt so good, only the memory of how easily he used to make me come already making my legs tremor.
But instead of giving me that thumping we spent so many nights perfecting, he only bent into my neck, his fingers curling and uncurling in my hair. He seemed trapped there, breathing into my skin with his eyes shut when I grabbed his hair to pull him out. “What’s wrong?”
Entranced by my body hugging his, he swayed with every breath he took until his eyes snapped open.
Close enough to see my face, he hung out by my mouth as he worked on that first orgasm from me, swearing his ‘I love yous’ and ‘you’re so beautifuls’ to me every time he found the pain in my expression. His slow, gentle glides into me went deeper each time, his eyes constantly assessing me to see how much more of him I could handle. Whenever I moved my face away from him, he pulled me back to make sure I thought of nothing else but him and stole my breath with his kisses.
Warmth and light and everything good seemed to swallow me from the inside, and I let it take me over completely. My eyes shut and my back arched as I tried to leave my body, but Dom only slowed his movements to keep me with him. Pressing himself into me harder and barely even withdrawing from me, he never took the pressure off whatever magic button he was pushing.
I was only beginning to gain awareness of my surroundings again, still enjoying those last uncontrollable pulses in my clit as he pushed away from me for the other part of his routine.
I liked what I liked, and what I really liked most was curling up to peek between our bodies as he went into me hard and fast like that. Seeing how we both glistened in each other’s sweat and juices and how he seemed to get thicker every time he came out again.
But what he liked most was how it made me grunt, whispering ‘yeahs’ and ‘you like that don’t yous’ while I pretended like I didn’t hear him.
I was lost in him being lost in me and those last stiff, deep jabs he made. My brain shut down so nothing else got through to me until his hand curled over my jaw to wake me up again. “I’m sorry I didn’t last that long.”
I couldn’t even focus my eyes yet. I only smiled like an idiot at him, stretching my arms over my head. “However long that lasted was the right amount. Believe me.”
When I opened my eyes again, he was licking his lips and sweeping his fingers over my temple. “I, um…” His fingers arced away for a moment as he laughed at himself. “I don’t really date much or anything.”
Shaking his head, he returned to his thumb sweeps over me. “No one ever made me feel like I do with you. I get a couple of weeks in, but after the initial spark is over, I bail.” He kind of cringed as his shoulder twitched, and his eyes fell away from me. “So, if you hear some awful shit about me ghosting women, it’s true. I haven’t been a gentleman.”
My fingers moved up and down his back, giving him goosebumps as I smiled. “Same.” Narrowing his eyes like he didn’t believe me, he shook his head until I shrugged. “I never let myself get too close to anyone. My longest relationship was, like, three months max.”
I gave him my sternest eye and manly voice. “My therapist told me I have a lot of abandonment issues because of Gloria running away and my dad leaving me alone all the time.” The edge of his mouth curled back at me, and I shook my head. “But the truth is, it’s just because they weren’t you, and you were all I wanted. The harder they tried with me, the quicker I lost interest. Same story every single time.”
We seemed to come to the same understanding at the same time that we were both stuck in an identical pattern of detachment — never even considering other people as a possibility. The trauma of what I’d done to him and myself, I guess, kept us stunted at that point in our lives that I left him. We were forever teenagers waiting for the other one to pop up again, only wasting time with strangers who had no chance with us at all.
He brought our hands between us, laying his lips on my ring finger. “I told you the only way this could end for me. My opinion on that hasn’t changed, just so you know.”
I fully expected he’d be at a jewelry store first thing in the morning after that if I didn’t pump the brakes on him, and I nodded as I pulled closer with my other arm. “I absolutely forbid you to buy me a diamond ring until I tell you I’m ready, Dominic Vasser.”
I felt him smile against my shoulder, giggling at himself as he worked the blanket over us. “You have my word that I will not buy a ring. No, ma’am.”
We fell asleep watching our movie again, and I woke up the next morning with my old sketchpad beside my bed instead of him. A not very well-drawn arrow crossed heart was scribbled on it next to the words, ‘See you at work. Love you.’
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