Watch Over Me (Danvers #7)(9)
He raised his hips slightly while she worked the fabric down until his cock sprang free. Gwen hadn’t been sure how this position would work with him still sitting on a barstool and her standing, but when he moved his hips forward slightly, she found that it worked . . . quite well for her. Things had been so rushed and out of control the previous night that she hadn’t taken time to appreciate Dominic’s large asset. She’d never really found a man’s penis beautiful, but his looked like a work of art. As she ran her palm up and down his length, she marveled that something so hard could also be so velvety smooth. She smeared the moisture gathering at the tip around the thick head and felt him twitch within her hold. “This is going to be embarrassing if I don’t even make it until I reach your mouth,” Dominic groaned as she pumped him in her hand.
His words jolted her into action, and without thinking, she lowered her mouth and attempted to take his whole length. He was only halfway in, and she was in danger of gagging as his tip pushed against her throat. She pulled back slightly until she was comfortable with his presence. Dominic laced his hands through her hair and helped her establish a rhythm. He was careful not to push too far, leaving it to her to deepen the penetration as she wanted.
Gwen had never been a big fan of this part of a sexual relationship. She knew that it was something that men enjoyed, but it wasn’t something that turned her on . . . until now. Dominic’s moans of pleasure were like a direct zap to her sex. Unbelievably, she was close to orgasming just from sucking his cock. She knew that it would take only a couple of swipes against her throbbing clit to push her over the edge. When he suddenly shouted a warning that he was close, instead of pulling back like she would have in the past, she continued to suck him, savoring his essence as he spurted over and over down the back of her throat. She greedily licked the last drop of moisture from the end of his cock before releasing him with an, “Mmmm, you taste good.”
Things were a whirlwind after that. Before she could even register that he had moved, she was splayed on a kitchen counter with her legs over his shoulders. She didn’t even recall losing her pants or panties. She was coherent enough to register the sound of the buttons from her blouse hitting the floor as Dominic jerked it apart. Left with only her bra, she couldn’t do much more than gape at him in surprise when he pulled the material on either side of the clasp until it ripped causing her breasts to spill free. “Sorry, baby. I’ll buy you another.”
He used one hand to pinch her sensitive nipples while he sucked and tongued every inch of her dripping sex. As her orgasm was thundering through her body, she yelled, “Screw the clothes!” Dominic chuckled against her neck as he sucked the smooth skin there. He pulled her from the counter and set her on her feet. She wanted to dissolve into a post-coital coma until she noticed that he was growing hard again. Her body, which had seemed completely sated only seconds before, was now humming with renewed interest.
Dominic pulled her closer as he filled his hands with her ass. “I want to take you from behind,” he rasped, lightly squeezing her cheeks.
Gwen froze for a moment, remembering an ex-boyfriend who had been obsessed with deflowering her back door. She wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t ready to go there . . . not to mention, he was so big. She’d never be the same again after something like that. “Er . . . I’ve never done that . . . and I just . . . I mean, I think we should keep things—in the front area, okay?”
“The front area?” Dominic repeated, sounding adorably baffled. “I bent you over a chair last night. Did you not like it or do you just have a thing for face-to-face action? I can work with either, baby, but I love looking at your ass.”
“You mean just looking, right?” she asked warily.
Dominic’s mouth turned up, displaying a set of adorable dimples that had her completely distracted. “Well, I’d like to touch it, maybe even smack it if you’re a bad girl. Oh, and definitely squeeze it. You have an epic ass, babe, and I can’t keep my hands off it. Which part don’t you want me to . . . ?” When her face flamed red, he halted in the middle of his sentence before bursting into laughter. “You thought I was talking about anal, didn’t you?”
“Oh my God, this is so embarrassing,” Gwen whispered as she turned to hide her face. “What was I supposed to think, though?”
“It’s okay if you’re into kink, babe; I’ll try to accommodate you. I hadn’t been thinking of that myself, but I’m game if that’s what you really have your heart set on.”
Gwen flew around at his matter-of-fact statement. She knew her mouth was probably flapping like crazy as she sputtered, “No! That’s not— I wasn’t asking for— I thought you— Oh, shut up!” He had finally given up trying to look serious as she struggled to get herself out of the hole her big mouth had dug. He pulled her into his arms and laughed softly against the top of her head.
“You are so f*cking adorable when you’re all worked up.” She was getting ready to elbow him in the ribs when she felt his cock nudging against her butt. She thought he deserved an award for staying hard through their whole awkward conversation. As if to emphasize the fact that he was still eager and ready, he pushed his hips against her teasingly. “Just an FYI, I’m going to take a condom from my wallet, bend you over right where you’re standing and put my cock in your preferred ‘front area.’ Do you have any problems with that plan?”