I nod, the movement frantic.
“What will you let me do?” his voice rumbles.
“Do?” I blink as his hand, still firmly against me, slides lower.
Dom’s palm is covering my cleavage now. “What do you want me to do to you?”
I squirm.
I know what I want.
I’m sure he wants it, too.
So I lower my hands from around his neck and reach for the tie at my side that holds my dress together.
It’s double knotted, but I’ve done this so many times it only takes me a second.
And as I pull the sides of my wrap dress apart, exposing my plain but cute white underwear set, I say it just how I would say it in my fantasies. “I want you to fuck me.”
Dom makes a choking sound, and then he lets go of his hold on me so he can dedicate both hands to opening the shiny gold clasp between my breasts, popping my bra open.
“Christ, Mama, I’m gonna fuck you, alright.” He cups my breast, and his other hand lands in the middle of my spine, preventing me from falling backward when he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh my god!” The sudden pressure sends electricity shooting through my body, zapping down to my toes before it comes back up to pool between my legs.
My back arches.
I can feel the slickness building at my core, and it makes me squirm.
I’ve always been self-conscious of how turned on I get. How wet I get.
The kiss alone was enough to ready my body for him. And this…
Dom slides his tongue over my hardened nipple.
This has me dripping.
“Your tits are perfect.” Dominic moves to the other breast, proving he means it by sucking on the peak like it’s giving him life.
I start tugging at Dom’s shirt. “I wanna see them.” I try to get to his shirt buttons, but he’s bent over too far. “Please, Dom.” I keep my voice quiet, but I keep pulling at the shirt. “Can I see them?”
He lifts his head. “See what?”
He pinches my nipple, and I gasp. “Tattoos. I wanna see your tattoos.”
But I don’t wait for him to reply, because now that he’s sitting up, I’m already undoing his shirt.
Each button reveals another strip of skin, another strip of hard muscles and black ink.
Another button, and a skull stares up at me from Dom’s rising and falling chest.
Another button, and his defined stomach is revealed.
My fingers hurry through the last few, then I spread the material and press my hands against his tensed torso.
I knew he had muscles. You can see it when he’s fully clothed. But he’s exactly the type of man I dream of. Strong. Built. Big enough to make me feel small.
Bare hands grip my sides, and I realize he’s moved his hands inside my dress. “So soft.” He tightens his fingers, flexing, feeling. “So goddamn soft. So warm.”
I’m breathing so heavily, feeling sexier than I ever have.
Because he’s making me feel sexy.
“I need to get you ready, Angel.” Dom holds my gaze as he whispers to me in that deep voice. “I need you wet.”
But I’m shaking my head before he finishes.
“I’m so wet.” I breathe out the confession.
Fingers wrap around my nipple and squeeze.
My mouth drops open.
“I’m gonna check.” Dom lowers his hand from my breast, rotating his wrist so his fingers are pointed down when he cups my mound.
That contact is enough to send another spasm through my body. And Jesus, I’m ready.
Dominic traces the edge of my panties, moving along the crease of my thigh.
When his fingers are beside my entrance, he hooks them around the elastic and pulls the strip of fabric to the side.
That motion alone is enough for his knuckles to drag across my slit, covering him with my readiness.
He drops his face forward and presses his open mouth against my shoulder to muffle the sound. But I think it was the word fuck.
“I t-told you.”
Dom’s teeth scrape over my skin as he pulls his mouth back. “Take my cock out, Valentine. You’re fucking drenched and ready for it.”
A wave of pleasure rolls through my body.
I like hearing him talk like this.
I guess I like dirty talk.
My hands shake as I reach down toward his belt.
Dom strokes one finger up the length of my slit but doesn’t push in.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His finger slides the length again.
I pull his belt free from the buckle.
“I’m so tempted…” The first inch of his finger presses inside me. But he pulls it back out.