Another Man's Woman (Late Night Delight) (6 page)

“Please.” The word once again spilled from her lips as if unbidden.

“I sure plan to gratify every need you have Nicolette.”

“Come with me, Dominic. Please.” The last request was easy to comply with. It was holding himself back that was the hard part.

He fisted her hair, used his grip and lips to silence her. If she sweetly asked for his cum one more time, he was sure to lose the little control he held. But when Nicolette began to shake beneath him and groan her pleasure into their kiss he was a goner. Her nails scored his biceps and with no sanity left he let her take him away. He was sure when he felt the vehemence of his ejaculation that the condom burst, but when he slowly pulled away from his lover to check, she stopped him with pouty lips and a throaty whimper.

He would just check later, after he held her for a little while. But a short moment of indulging in post-sexual bliss turned into an hour as he rolled onto his back and used his speckled goddess as a blanket. It was overly warm in his room, but she would find less comfort in the massive wet spot to the right than planted atop him. He refused to stop touching her flesh and she fell asleep while he dried her skin with his bare hands. Her forearm was an uncomfortable pillow that he used gratefully. He would have slept on an altar of rocks, so long as she shared the space with him.

Dominic woke sweated through and satiated. He felt heavy as if he couldn’t sit upright if he wanted to and he didn’t understand why he was so lethargic. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes and saw his speckled goddess sleeping on top of him that a plethora of flashbacks assaulted his mind. The montage of images was of things he wanted to do with her and dreamt of at night. Things he needed her to do with him only and rubbed off to when he was awake, and lastly things he had done with her already this very day. The latter of his musings were enough to hoist his cock from the half-turgid state he awakened with to a full erection already inside her sodden warmth. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips, even though he was hot and bothered. The motions were meant to be gentle, but between their mingled clammy skin and the stifling bedding to his back, he bucked a bit harder than planned. But even that felt good and she moaned for him, the only sound to come from either of them for the last hour.

“Good afternoon. You happy to see me?” She asked even though her eyes were closed and he wasn’t surprised that she was awake. The room was stifling at best and at worst, a sauna worthy of Mount Vesuvius. He felt baked in his own skin, almost like a potato, but the very last thing he wanted to do was disengage from their embrace and lose the delicious feel of her skin-to-skin. He wanted to touch her again, taste her some more and discover the new territory he missed out on with his years of impatient waiting.
 

“I’m always happy to see you, Nicolette, especially now.”

“Well, that makes no sense. You used to have the worst attitude when we talked.”

“Yeah, I can see why you would think that. But it wasn’t you. It was how I felt about you. Every time I saw you, or heard your voice, I felt cheated.”

 
“Why, Dominic?”

“Say my name again.” She never called him by his first name.

The Definition of Fucking Insane

“Dominic?” What was wrong with him?

“Do you realize that as long as you have known me that you have never called me by my name? Not once. It’s always been Maxwell this, and Maxwell that. Half of the fantasies that I’ve had about you featured you saying my name. They weren’t even about sex. I just wanted to hear you speak to me like a real person instead of a scrub beneath your notice.” Dominic appeared disturbed, as if he didn’t even realize he felt that way. Or that he knew his feelings well, but had no intention of sharing that much when he spoke to her. Either way, it was a revelation to her. She knew Dominic wanted her before, but she never imagined he suffered the unrequited burn that he described to her.

Wow. Still waters do run deep, Nicolette thought. “I’ve always thought of you as a real person.”

“Really? Nicolette, you saw me as a threat. Morris knew I was a threat, he knew I saw him for what he was. I saw how he treated you and also saw how you let him do it. Do know what insanity means?” The question took her aback.

“Usually it means padded walls and lots of pills.” She meant the jibe as a joke, but his expression showed he wasn’t in the mood for games.

“Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. It’s me watching you, lusting for you, needing you for years and not doing or saying anything. It’s me, knowing that you should be mine and having to see you with
him, know that you’re fucking him
. And he wasn’t even man enough to deserve any of it, any of you. Not your body, or your heart. How long has it been, Nico? Two years? Do you know how many women I’ve slept with since then?”

“Uhh… No. I have no idea. And I think I’d rather not know.”

“Exactly. That’s how I felt, after every meeting with you. I made up reasons to call, just so I could hear your voice. Then when we finished talking I felt worse. As if I had my fix of narcotic and remorse set in when I was sober again. I knew that you made love with your husband, and I hated him for it. There were days I hated you for it. You don’t want to know who I slept with, so you don’t have to feel jealous about it. But you didn’t have to worry. There hasn’t been a woman since you told me about the separation.” Nicolette felt her heart drop, she told him the day Morris walked out of their house and that was nearly two and a half years ago. Why would he wait for her so long?

“Dominic, why would you choose to go without? You didn’t have to. I saw your ex, she was beautiful.”

“I broke up with her because the woman I wanted was free and I wanted to wait with you.”

“Wait with me?” She was stunned. What she had learned thus far was enough to break her in a way she couldn’t have imagined. Morris’ defection was painful, but still a form of catharsis, as if their divorce ripped away a bandage she’d forgotten was there. But she wished Dominic was hers even while she was married, and that’s why she knew she got what she deserved when she and Morris split. Even if she wasn’t adulterer in deed, she was one in her heart. Because of her desire for Dominic.

Nicolette thought Dominic wanted her, maybe even liked her. But this was far more than she anticipated and more than she could handle right now. She wasn’t denying that she was gone, so far gone that she was beyond the point of no return. But it was way too fast for her to feel this way. They had known each other for five years, but she had only seen the possibility of them together in a real relationship for moments. Been a free woman with him this way for a mere handful of hours and she didn’t know if she could deal with being his. Belonging to another man again and having to trust once more.
  

“I think we need to take a breather, and I am sure I need a shower.” She had to think about what he nailed her with today, literally and figuratively.
 

“Table it?” He seemed slightly disappointed, but said nothing and that was what she wanted. Wasn’t it?

“Yep.” That was enough to close the matter, for the moment at least.

Dominic carried her into the shower, finally unseated her from his sloppy cock. The rubber was toast, but at least it didn’t crumble. Nicolette chucked when she imagined that an attempt to fish pieces of prophylactic from her pussy would be enough to make him laugh at her.

After the shower soothed and cooled her flesh, Nicolette wrapped a luxurious bath sheet around her torso, sarong style and padded to the kitchen. She left her new lover in the bathroom while she located something to fill her empty belly. She hadn’t eaten in what felt like days. But she had earned the right to be hungry. It had been ages since she had sexual demands made of her body.

When she puttered in the kitchen, she found almost everything she could possible want, and spoiled from choices she decided to keep it simple. There was a Panini press, though it appeared to be barely used and a loaf of sourdough bread. There were fresh Asian pears and that gave her the inspiration to make a personal favorite that she normally ate at a bistro across from the local mall. Her versions wouldn’t be a carbon copy as she was unable to find any cream cheese. But the turkey, Havarti with dill cheese and sautéed pears would work well with the bread she’d come across. Everything was loaded between slices of the sour loaf and grilled until nice and crisp. No sooner than she finished the third sandwich and loaded it into the press, Dominic was down stairs and gloriously naked. The man had no shame and she was taken aback at how much she really wanted him. Even now she was hungry, but her body clamored to ignore the demands for food and asked she fill her pussy instead of her belly. He made matters worse when he placed a single condom on the table and looked her in the eyes with a grin.

But she didn’t get to change her mind as she heard his stomach growl and Nicolette knew she had to feed the man first. Then they could get down with some hanky-panky, in that order and not the other way around.

“Hungry?” She asked more as a joke than anything.

He seemed to get her sense of humor and he laughed hard enough to make his cock jiggle back and forth. The motion had her slightly enthralled, and only the smell of overdone bread was able to get her attention back to the here and now. She knew that if she had her way, the man would be spread on the counter for her use, instead of preparing to dine.

A few minutes later they ate the hastily prepared sandwiches and chips with ginger beer. It only took a single glance from the happily full-bellied man to rev her libido back to full force. She had gotten to the point where she felt more in control of her starved libido and chowed down merrily on the food. Nicolette was savoring the last of her chips when she felt his gaze on her. She looked up and was caught by the intensity of the orbs watching her eat. He had already devoured his meal and she was delighted that he ate everything she put on his plate.

Dominic’s eyes seemed to anticipate every mouthful she took and the weight of his eyes were too much to bear while she chewed. The look scorched her well enough that she was incapable of the innate motions needed to swallow. The chip disintegrated in her mouth and formed a dry paste that forced her to sip her drink or suffocate. She did, but even the wash of brisk ginger on her palate did nothing to wet her thick tongue.

“I need you again, Nicolette. Can I have you?” Dominic asked as if he didn’t care what her response was as his eyes said he was going to have her anyway. And she would let him without hesitation.

She didn’t say anything, there was no need to. Nicolette merely stood up and efficiently laid both plates in the sink. When she turned around he stood at attention in every way, his dick thick and ready, his eyes only for her.

“Come here.” She sauntered towards him with an exaggerated sway to her hips. When she was half way there, she unfastened her towel and let the heavy sheet hit the floor before she continued onwards. His nostrils flared and his mouth parted as if he longed to taste her.
 

When she reached him, he told her to lie down on the table. He helped her with easy caresses along her limbs. The polished wood was cool at first, then reflected the heat of her skin back at her a hundredfold. First, he grazed over her skin with his fingers, just allowed the digits free reign and aimlessly roved her flesh. There seemed to be no clear destination, just the wandering of his hands was to be a journey in its self. But moments later she realized he was playing connect the dots with her as the paper. She had never been fond of her freckles until this very moment and she had always thought them ugly, or at least not becoming on her. But he made the spots so much more and his touch started a sparkle of pleasure that destroyed her somehow. He was too gentle, too loving, it was too much for her to tolerate anymore. Nicolette rocked back and forth over the table. She wasn’t sure if she was attempting to get away from him or if she sought more of it. All she knew was she was so close to eruption the tension couldn’t become any greater than it was now. Every ounce of flesh begged for him to give her the impetus she needed to shatter into a billion hungry pieces.

Neanderthal in the Information Age

Dominic showered in cold water after Nicolette was clean and his cock was still hard enough to pound nails. He didn’t plan of having her do anything this weekend. She had gone to the trouble of planning a vacation, albeit with a few twists, but he wanted to ensure she got the R and R that she desperately needed. He never realized how stressful being a writer actually was until Nicolette came into his life. He was just like so many others, and saw the job as luxurious with no set hours and only required some effort. But after seeing how plot twists, nail-biting edits and unflattering reviews made her feel had him thinking Nicolette’s career seemed more fraught with frustration than joy.