Forever with Me Page 39

“Dom—”

“I didn’t say you could talk,” he murmurs lazily, but his eyes are direct and firm as they meet mine in the glass.

I love it when he gets bossy.

He pulls the tip of his finger down the nape of my neck, and continues down my spine, sending gooseflesh over my skin. When he reaches the small of my back, he grips my hips in both hands and urges me back, bent over, sticking my ass in the air. His hands slide back to cup my ass gently, reverently, and I can already feel the moisture forming between my thighs.

Jesus, I want him like crazy, and I just had him a few hours ago.

“I thought about taking you like this last night,” he says softly, his fingertips gliding up and down my sides. It would normally tickle the hell out of me, but all it does is make my nipples pucker in anticipation. “But I decided this wasn’t what you needed then.”

He leans over me and plants his lips in the crook of my neck, then finds my gaze with his again as he grips my hands and moves them from the countertop to the mirror.

“Lean on the glass,” he instructs me firmly. He cups both of my breasts and tweaks my firm nipples with his thumbs. “I like you in this position. With your ass pushed out, spread open for me.”

My jaw drops as I watch his tanned hands move over my white skin.

“I want you to keep your hands on the mirror, cara. And I don’t want you to watch me.”

I frown at him, not understanding.

“You’re to keep your eyes open, but I want you to watch you.” He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades as his thumbs continue to torture my nipples. “I want you to see what I do to you.”

I know what he does to me. He makes me completely crazy. He makes me feel like my body is turning inside out.

He makes me lose myself.

I open my mouth, but before I can speak he says, “Don’t argue with me, unless you want this to stop.”

Forget bossy. Try tyrannical.

And with those last words of instruction, he kisses his way down my back and squats behind me. It feels bizarre to watch my own face as I’m getting turned on.

“How do you feel?” he asks before he plants a kiss on my left ass cheek, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Shy,” I reply immediately.

“Good girl,” he says and drags his hand up the inside of my right thigh and skims his fingertips through my folds and against my clit, then retreats immediately. I gasp, my lips part, and I can see the pulse in my neck pick up speed.

“Look at the way you blush,” he whispers. The very tips of his fingers, his short fingernails, scrape up and down my ass slowly, softly, making me catch my breath. “I love it when your cheeks get red with arousal.”

I’ve never noticed it before. I didn’t know I did that. A blush spreads from my cheeks, down my neck to my chest, and my hands form into fists, still leaning against the mirror. I can see his shoulders on either side of my hips, and I bite my lip at the thought of his face being eye-level with my pussy.

“You blush down here, too, you know.” He plants another wet kiss on the opposite cheek, just as his hand takes another trip up the inside of my left thigh and into my dripping wet folds.

I moan and drop my head, my eyes closing, and he’s suddenly…gone.

“If you stop, so do I, cara.”

My head whips back up. He’s shifted to my left side, watching me in the mirror.

“I mean it.”

I bite my lip again and nod, and he moves behind me once again, grips my hips in his hands, and without further ado, leans in and swipes his tongue, from my clit to my anus, in one long, firm, wet motion.

I’m panting now, my pulse scattered, the blood rushing in my ears. He presses his thumb to my clit and pulls my lips into his mouth, gently pulsing, then his tongue sinks inside me. He rubs his nose against my puckered anus, but then he switches it up again, drags his lips down to my clit, flicking it softly, just before he sinks two fingers deep inside me and makes a come here motion, hitting my goddamn sweet spot.

“Dom!” I shout, my hips bucking. God, my eyes are glassy, the pupils dilated. My skin is glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and my lower lip is swollen from my own teeth.

He’s going to fucking kill me.

“That’s right, baby,” he says loudly, before gripping onto my clit with his lips once more, sucking firmly, turning me inside out. I watch in wonder as I tumble over the edge, crying out, pounding my fist against the mirror as I go blind, seeing only stars as I come hard.

I can’t fucking breathe.

Before I know what’s happening, Dom stands and turns me in his arms, boosts me onto the vanity and pushes inside me, smoothly burying himself in my dripping wetness. He covers my mouth with his, leans his own hands against the mirror and begins to drill in and out of me violently, as if he’s a man possessed.

I’m clinging to him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands gripping his upper arms as his mouth plunders mine. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.

With one hand, I reach between us and press my fingertips on my clit, then sink them lower and press against the base of his cock as he moves in and out of me. He growls and tears his mouth from mine so he can watch my hand, then turns those feral blue eyes on mine.

“Che è così fottutamente sexy,” he groans. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

I can feel my body tightening as another orgasm gathers in the core of me, then explodes through me. I lean in and bite Dom’s shoulder as I buck and shudder against him.

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