Page 64 of Say My Name

“What do you want?”

“My mouth on you.”

My hand stills on him.

Dominic lifts me and sets me on the edge of the couch. He kneels between my thighs and hooks his fingers into my underwear.

I lift my hips.

He draws the lace down my legs and lets it fall beside my dress. Then he opens my thighs and looks at me with none of his usual distance left.

“You’re beautiful.”

His thumb slides through the wetness between my legs and circles my clit. My hips move toward his hand.

He adjusts the pressure until I grip the cushion beneath me.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“More.”

He presses one finger inside me. My head drops back as his thumb keeps moving.

Dominic watches every reaction. When I reach for him, he places my hand at the back of his neck.

“What do you want, Elena?”

“Your mouth.”

“Say my name when you ask.”

I go still.

He has no idea what his name has sounded like in my head since I watched that video years ago.

“Dominic, put your mouth on me.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

The first stroke of his tongue makes my thighs tighten around his shoulders. He holds them open and licks me again, slow and firm, while adding a second finger.

The pleasure builds too fast. I twist my fingers into his hair and say his name because he told me to, then again because I can’t hold it back.

Dominic groans against me. His fingers curl, finding the spot that makes my whole body tense.

“Dominic.”

He lifts his head without taking his hand away. “Tell me.”

“Don’t stop.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to come.”

“Say my name.”

“Dominic, make me come.”