Another Man's Woman (Late Night Delight) (7 page)

Her latest series had taken off and while she was no Rowling or Meyer, there had been a few conversations with Hollywood producers about a feature film based on her novels.
 
The fact that she made more money than he did was of little concern. That surprised him as he never imagined being a kept man or not being the head of his household. But the idea of his bottom line had never been an issue before, all of his prior relationships were with women who earned less. So until now, he never knew what the shoe would feel like on the other foot.

But even with all of the fame in her future, Nicolette was still a humble woman and he loved that most about her. She was far from a snob, but she did give herself the best and even that was more attractive than he imagined it would be. Dominic wasn’t filthy rich, but he had plenty of money. There had never been a time in life that he was without anything he wanted, his needs were always fulfilled and then some. But none of his comforts mattered without her. None of what he worked hard for mattered without her. She was the one part of his life left unsettled and this weekend would either be the start of something beautiful or the end to their relationship.

There had been many women before Nicolette, but he didn’t want another notch on his bedpost after hers. She was the one person he wanted to make the rest of his life happen with.
 
He walked downstairs to see what she was getting herself into. Dominic smelled something good just as he reached the last stair and let his nose lead him to the kitchen. He saw her using his new press and waited for her to finish. When she looked up her eyes grew wide and he looked down. He was so used to being in the buff at home that he completely forgot that he needed to get dressed. But she seemed to take the full-monty he revealed with alacrity, and in fact she seemed pleased with his thickening erection. But his stomach took the moment to grumble and instead of taking him up on his blatantly exposed manhood, she placed a plate in front of him.

He ate swiftly, quickly devoured the two sandwiches and the large serving of chips. She ate slowly, and he treated the show as if a matinee and all he needed was popcorn. Watching her eat her meal was akin to foreplay as her lips pursed to accept the food and her dainty teeth bit the portion in half before she savored every bite. When she looked up later, he knew his gaze scorched her, but there was no way to dial it down. His belly was full, but his cock was hard and that need took precedence over anything else he could think of. When she took a swallow of her drink, he knew her throat was dry. Which was fine as he knew that was his fault and relished the fact he made her nervous.

When she finished and put the plates away Dominic decided to have her for his impromptu dessert. Nicolette seemed to feel none of the hesitation that most of his lovers felt in his presence. She was never shy, but she played coyly as if she were. When she walked back and dropped her towel to the floor, he changed his mind about walking upstairs to the comforts of his bed. Instead he asked her to lie down and he had to tenderize his meat before he seared her with pleasure. Yet again, he needed to touch her and he did. At first he just touched her, gently and with care to show her how he felt about her with his caresses only. But that quickly changed to a childish game of finding patterns with her freckles after he saw a cluster shaped vaguely like a cat along her hip. Every pass he made from head to toe made her lose more of her mind to the enslaved needs of her body. The best thing was he got to see everything, the flush of her arousal burn over her skin, and he got to watch the uncontrolled seizures hit her in waves. He was able to see how close she was to an orgasm based on how quickly she vibrated and shuddered.

But he didn’t plan on allowing her an orgasm yet, or at least until she begged for it. Pleaded with him for more, and then he might think about letting her have it. She was nearly ready to cry, he could see the sheen of water glisten over her eyes.

“Tell me, Nicolette.”

“Please… Dominic, I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can.
 
Tell me what you want, Nico, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You.”

“You have me baby.” He stopped the flutter of touches and skimmed his hands to her undulating snatch.

He was far from gentle as he slid two fingers inside her pussy, felt each ripple of sex from the fount of desire. The digits dug as deeply as their length would allow, then retreated back the way he came until he reached her G-spot. The spongy area was firm beneath his fingers, and he rubbed a tight circle with his fingertips. The stimuli quickly forced the gland to swell beneath his gentle prods and barely there caresses before he gave her a minute amount of pressure. He kept the compression steady, and slowly pressed harder until he saw she could feel the unusually directed sensations. Her body seized and a low groan was jackknifed from her throat before she cried his name. The sound gave him bliss unlike any one before her could have, satisfied him in a way that no one else could emulated.
 
 
 
 

When she was close to combustion he lowered his lips to her gushing fountain to meet rocking hips. It was as if she wanted to seek him, but she was too keyed up to succeed. Dominic licked the bare slit and let her shake until she had no choice but to beg him for more.

She was a mass of need. He could see her quiver uncontrollably before she relented and gave in to her orgasm.

“Do that for me again and I’ll give you something to scream about.”
 
 
He lowered his mouth back to her gooey slit and licked over her in thick laps of his tongue.
 

He kept the pressure on her spongy spot only relenting to suckle her clit harder. He set a demanding rhythm, suckled, then pressed, licked and nursed her until she writhed in sensual agony.
 
He knew she was going to explode, but when she did even he was surprised by the vehemence of the orgasm. Dominic had just pressed her spot and hooked his fingers just above the G-spot mass. His mouth slurped the juices that ran from her vulva like water then went back to the erect nerve laden nubbin to spark another river of nectar for him to sample. She was akin to intoxication and her arousal had varying vintages, all guaranteed to render him drunk and dumb. The first sample of her pussy was similar to a blush wine, floral, fruity and feminine. The closer she came to orgasm, the stronger her flavor became, until that pivotal moment when the aroma of her arousal burned to the gut like whisky and she had no choice but to cash in her pleasure or burst. It was in that moment that he knew she was his. There was no argument he would let her present, no diatribe she could spout, and no fight he would allow her to win. Not when it came to this.

She squealed until her voice was small and only a minute hum emitted from her lips to signal the veracity of her impending orgasm. Only this time when she came instead of a trickle from her fountain of joy, she gushed sweet, wild and wet. The orgasm was so strong he could feel the silken secretions drip from the past five o’clock shadow he sported as he was too lazy to shave before or after his shower. The thought of his scruffy face made him look south and he saw where his beard burned her thighs. The mild abrasions mollified him enough that his throbbing cock no longer mattered, the fact that he waited five years this moment no longer mattered, nothing mattered but them together in all the ways that their bodies, minds and hearts allowed.
 

He stood up and kissed her gently, shared the taste of her via his oral tease and parry of tongues. Nicolette was preoccupied with coming back to reality while he prepared a bowl of strawberries. He sat the fruit down on the table and smiled at her still quivering frame. She was dithered when he leaned over and slung her over his shoulder.

“Nicolette, pick the bowl up for me.” She did and giggled.

When he passed the hall mirror he chuckled too. He looked like a greedy caveman, with a woman slung over one shoulder struggling to hang onto a bowl of strawberries. He took her up stairs as she laughed the entire way. When they made it back to his bed, she helped him change the love-making sticky sheets and he was struck dumb at how right it felt. All of it was… perfect. Just the way he imagined it to be, her laughter in his home, the potent emotions she drew effortlessly from him.

Sexual Eruption

After Dominic carried Nicolette upstairs, she knew where her marriage went wrong. She and Morris had long ago stopped being one. One mind, one spirit, and one flesh. Instead the two of them lived separate lives for so long that she forgot what being married felt like. Marriage was about a union that made two individuals stronger than they could be apart. She worked and he worked, but they didn’t have the same goals on what their hard efforts were for and she was amazed that she was just now getting around to understanding it.

When she saw the bed, it was a mess. The sheets were nastily crumpled and Dominic stood her on her own two feet, before her stripped the mired fabric on the floor. She found a hamper just across the room and filled the wicker with the rolled up mess. He had already started to make the bed and she helped him, tucking the flat sheet tightly with precision military corners. He chuckled and she wondered why, then her curiosity got the best of her and she had to know.

“Why are you laughing?”
“You make that bed as if we aren’t about to get in and make another mess.” He was right, but still…

“Anything worth doing is worth doing well.” Take that, she thought.

“True indeed.” He shrugged flippantly.

When the bed was nice and neat, Dominic tugged her to the edge and pushed her down. He kissed her knees and left her nervous but only in the best way possible.

“Lean back for me.” She did and when she shifted her torso, she was propped up on her forearms.

Dominic ran his hands over her pussy and she saw her abdominals constrict tensely. She was sure he was going to eat her out again, but she really wanted his cock.

“Fuck me.” She said what she needed because this was not the time to play cute games like a kid. If she was a kid what she wanted would be illegal, and so she unashamedly claimed her desires.

“Be patient. First, I want to have some fruit, and then I plan on fucking that beautiful ass until Sunday.” She could dig that.

But he didn’t eat the strawberries, just offered her one fat, succulent fruit to nibble on as he thumbed her slick slit. Then he shocked her when he took one of the thick berries and plugged her pussy with the cool ovoid. His thumb pressed the intrusion deeper inside of her and she wanted to immediately reject it. He added several more, until she was stuffed full and twitchy from irregular feel of the penetration. It was awkward as hell at first. The fruit was cool and rubbed her the wrong way. Or was it the right one, she thought as the feelings grew more intriguing by the moment with the addition of more.

Once she was stuffed he put her heels on his shoulders. “Keep your feet up here.” He said, but she knew she was doomed to fail when he began to play with her. His hands spread her labia and he licked around the mouth of her snatch. She shook and he ringed her labia then lowered his mouth. But instead of capturing her clit, he gave her a flattened tongue against her anus. It was the most indescribable feeling, it was dark conquering light, the pitch black of an eclipse rocking her soul-deep. She was sure she screamed, but she was so gone she couldn’t spare the energy to pay attention to the shrieks. His tongue was omniscient and saw every needy nerve bundled along the crinkled ring of muscles. She jerked and keened before she clenched up on a squeal. Then his oral muscle probed and retreated, once, twice, then thrice. After he pulled away the third time the pressure returned, only this time she could feel it was his finger, and not his tongue. The digit advanced and rotated until he retreated, only to return with two phalanges instead of just one. When she jerked away and dug her heels in, he slowed down and waited until she soothed down a bit before he went further inside her.

“That’s perfect, just like that. Take my fingers so you can take me.” He speared her to his palm and rotated his wrist. She clenched on the bruised strawberries filling her alms beseeching sheath. She knew the berries were most likely a mushy mess, then forgot about them altogether when Dominic spread his fingers. The digits splayed inside her rectum and prepared her for the breath and girth of his cock. He spread her wider and broader then plunged his hand in a quick tempo that left her with just enough sense to follow his lead. When she began to groan again he lowered his mouth back to her convulsing pussy and sucked at her gaped open slit. The plugs of pulpy fruit ejected into his mouth with each quaff he imbibed of her nectar. The lack of penetration where she truly needed it was enough to frustrate her and she had to have her fix, that perfect blend of sin and spice he crafted solely to fling her head first into nirvana.

When he had her gyrating with delight and exposed her sexual secrets he finally gave into her pleas and demands. She watched him roll the latex over his shaft before Dominic stuffed her pussy with his cock. She only was privy to three, maybe four strokes before he left her entirely. She swiveled her hips to seek his thick member, but he only tightened his hands on her thighs to stop her shimmy. Before she could complain of the lack of him, he pushed against the cleft of her ass. Nicolette wasn’t sure if she could wait, she knew where he was headed and she wanted it too. Each hand was employed with one half of her round bottom spreading her wide open and exposed her crinkled flesh to his skillfully wrought probes.