Another Man's Woman (Late Night Delight) (8 page)

Every time he pushed against her, she matched him and used her anal muscles to accept what he offered. After a moment the head of him was inside and a mock war was sparked within her flesh. She wanted more, yet she was unsure if she could handle all of it. But she was going to give it her best shot. Dominic was patient and waited for her to relax, but even as his cock was still, he was not. He took one foot from his shoulder and kneaded the ball firmly. His hand then massaged up her instep and his fingers rubbed over the base of her toes before he rolled the tiny flexed digits. The massage made her groan then cry out his name when he bit the arch of her foot wetly. Every caress over her foot broke her down and her pussy clenched as she longed to have it filled along with the rest of her.

She shook and said, “Please, Dominic.”

“You want more?” He asked as if she didn’t hump thin air when he laid hands to her.

“I hate you, Dominic Alexander Maxwell.”

“You’re breaking my heart, and I was sure you loved me.” He grinned, a sex drunken smile that was somehow endearing on his strong features.

Her breathing stopped, love? She wasn’t sure about love, but she sure did like him. How could he talk about love now? They hadn’t even had a single date. He must have taken her silence as admission to the dissent she felt, because he stopped touching her. He still held her foot, but he no longer caressed her curled toes.

“I spent the last five years imagining this and everything else you could think of. The moment I saw you, I wanted you. I knew what it would look like to have you kiss me before I went to work and how you would wave to me before I drove away. I even saw what you would look like in my bed and what your scent would be like on my sheets. I will bet that you went home the night you met me and wished I was the man lying next to you. That’s how instantaneous love is, Nicolette. It deepens over time, but your body knows better than your mind. When I met you I could see my own future and I spent three years despising myself for wanting it. Then I spent two more alone just in the hopes of having you and I don’t plan to wait anymore.” She couldn’t respond, she didn’t know what to say. Everything he described fit the way she felt perfectly. “So you won’t admit it, huh?”
 
He didn’t say anything further.

But he resumed forging entry, and the sleek slide of dick was darkly decadent. Every nerve stood on end and sang when he thrust his hips in minute digs into her flesh. The movements rippled and scalded all at once and pussy dripped hot, thick juices that eased the subsequent strokes. He allayed the pleasured pains that forced her to gasp with inward strokes upon his withdrawal and the perfect storm of delight was born. He made the taboo sex act delicious and splendid she wanted more of it as soon as he was fully submersed.

Dominic dipped his knees and let her legs slide beneath his arms. “Hold on.”

She acquiesced, but the effects of the nonstop lust Dominic slaked on her body made the resulting movements sluggish and weak.
 
When her legs secured around his back along with her arms kinked around his nape, he lifted her up and let her slide all the way back down the base of his shaft. She was adrift in a sparkling river of ecstasy and Dominic.

“Ahhh—” Her shriek was cut off as she no longer had breath to sustain it.

His response was a whispered breath shuttled over her left ear. “Yes, Nicolette, that’s what I want to hear.”

The two of them were closer in every way possible and he was everything she needed all at once. His hands supported her with the curve of her ass and used the ledge of flesh to work their joining even harder. She was shunted up and down, quicksilver fast until she lost all sense of equilibrium. Nicolette tried vainly to match him in the exploration of her virgin territory, but she was too untried in this arena. The sensations were so new that she was unable to do more than weakly quiver. Her pussy throbbed jealously from the strokes he gave to her back passage and gushed wetly, further lubricating their seductive ride.

His mouth lowered to meet hers, a clash of lips, hips, and held breaths that were more than right or perfect. There way they melded was natural, as if this were where she was meant to be. This was the one place where she truly belonged. She was home. No sooner than she had the thought, she opened her eyes and his waited for her, the emotions his held scorched her. He broke the kiss and her mouth was so thoroughly engaged with the oral exercise, she still pursed her lips long afterwards.

“I know you feel it.” He said bluntly and she did, even though she didn’t want to. This was more than sex, this was love. Damn it. “Answer me. Do you, Nico?”

“Yes.” She bit her lip and refused to say more. But her partial admission was enough to mollify him to continue with her anal deflowering and she suddenly didn’t care.

The Elvis Treatment
 

Dominic was wrapped in a Nicolette quilt, long legs and arms braced against his flesh. She was beautiful in rapture, her body lost in his and he was aimless within in her. Before today, he had only imagined how good it would be but the reality was a million times more potent than he’d thought. All he could smell was her, a cocktail of honeysuckle and ginger that teased his nostrils and eluded his tongue. He needed more than her body right now. All he had to know was that she felt the same way he did. It wasn’t possible that the attraction was one-sided. When he was sure he would explode, he took her mouth and slowed their maddened tempo down a notch.

His heart raced, his cock throbbed and he ceased the digging strokes altogether.

“Please, Dominic, I want you.” He knew what she meant as even now her pussy worked at his groin, the vaginal muscles emitted wet queefs against his skin.

“Where do you want me, Nico? Here in your ass?” He fucked her for a handful of seconds then stopped. “Or so you need me in that juicy pussy?”

“Pp-pussy.” Nicolette stammered, as a full-body shudder rocked over her frame when he kneeled on the bed and liberated his cock from her freshly used rectum. He stripped the condom off and plunged to the hilt in her sodden cunt in one vicious thrust. Once his scrotum smacked the globes of her ass, she screeched, shook and took all of him. She rocked back and forth, clutched at his back with greedy fists just before she came. Her body was too much, wet, tight, hot and he was a split second from exploding within her milking depths. When he realized that there was no way to hold back the inevitable he pulled free and his cum splattered her skin, thick ropes of semen marked her breasts, torso and hips.
 

When his collapsed sideways Dominic found he was unable to let her go and clutched her against him. His hands swam in a sea of his cum and her sweat as his hands roved her skin. They slept just as they lay, no added comforts needed to send them into the arms of Morpheus.

He woke before she did and just coveted her with his eyes. She belonged to him now, and the mark of his possession was evident on her flesh. Bruises mottled her skin from his ownership, the blue-black speckled along her hips and shoulders. His semen was dry and flaked atop her skin in iridescent scaly patches. Her sleep was so deep that he was reminded of sleeping beauty. Only his kisses were schooled to put her to bed instead of wake her. He disentangled himself from her clutches and walked into the bathroom. It only took a moment to wipe his cock clean of their mingled lust and another handful of seconds to make sure the water was hot to prepare a cloth for her.

When he came back to bed she tossed and turned a bit as if she sought him. He reassured her with his hands and bathed her sticky frame with the lukewarm terry fabric. She preened for him, arched her torso into his depurate caresses against her physique. She woke gently, with only a flutter of lashes to mark her ascent into wakefulness. Her belly growled and he chuckled at the sheepish face she made at the errant gurgle.

“Wait here.” He padded downstairs and put a quick platter for them to snack on.

He went back to bed and laid the tray between them. She was perky and full of grins when he offered her a mango wedge.
 
She sat Indian style before him, and ate everything he gave her. Nicolette served him a cracker smudged with soft cheese and a smile her only claim to modesty. When they were sated from their informal meal, he handed her a glass of wine. It was informally proffered, no stem glass, instead the liquid was poured in a simple snifter that they shared sips from.

The entire day was spent making love with the woman he loved. Nicolette was his inamorata in every sense of the word and all facets of their relationship felt right to him. The way they fit together was so organic as if he was created for her and vice versa. He stood up and opened his nightstand and pulled out his offering to her. It was time.
 

He gazed into her eyes. “Are you a betting woman, Nicolette? Come with me to Vegas.” He pulled out a beautiful ring paved with Calla cut diamonds, four in the
shape of a butterfly on a wide platinum band. It was decently sized, but far from ostentatious, just like his Nicolette.

“We can’t. My family would kill me and be justified for it, if I ran off and eloped with you.”

“I’ll never give you a reason to regret saying yes.” He slid the band home onto her quaking hand even as she hesitantly tugged her arm away.

“Dominic, in what way did my response just now equate to yes?” Her expression said she was mildly perturbed at his high-handedness, but he could feel her pulse race beneath his fingertips and knew she was ready to cave. All it would take was a little time and just a bit more patience, even though that virtue was in short supply right now.

“You didn’t say no. What you said was, and I quote, my family would kill me if I ran off and eloped. My hearing is pretty good. Did you say anything resembling, I don’t want to marry you, Dominic? Or even a simple no would have sufficed. So that tells me that you want to take the plunge with me, only you don’t want to anger your family.”

“What about your family? Wouldn’t your mom at least be upset?”

“Probably so, but I plan on making us man and wife. We don’t have to make an announcement to our families just yet. Let them have the fun of throwing a big to do. It just means we will have two anniversaries.” He could tell she was halfway sold on his plan. The other half of her that disagreed, Dominic planned to oscillate to his scheme this evening.

The entire night was used to sway her conscious until she cried uncle during the last round of sexual exploration and she was his in every way by three a.m. He swept her away and onto a first-class flight before she could change her mind, before she could beg for respite from his attentions or even gain more time to think about it.
 
He was sure that Nicolette never, ever imagined the trousseau for her wedding would be a bag she packed for her weekend with a gigolo. The next afternoon, they arrived into a bright and hot Sin City and ate breakfast for lunch, then were joined as man and wife posthaste at a quickie chapel.

He recalled the wedding plans with a chuckle. The chapel’s on staff Elvis impersonator was actually named Steve Brodenski and looked just as All-American as his name implied.
 
The rhinestone garbed official asked them a few questions about their plans.

“So would ya’ll like the hunk of burning love package?” His heart skipped a beat when Nicolette laughed at Steve’s query.

Dominic assumed the man must have seen his DateJust gold Rolex, her Tiffany tennis bracelet and went for the big bucks. The hunk of burning love package was the finest that the chapel offered, with every tacky accoutrement that could be packaged, printed, or prepped for a wedding. There were packets of M and M’s available in almost every letter or symbol imaginable. There were travel mugs that could be printed with their photo and the date, but those would be shipped as they took a few days to produce. They offered labels that could be made to combine their name and address information, and the faux tabernacle even had change of address forms for the postal service.

“We’ll take the package.” He couldn’t resist the cheesy mementos and even though Nicolette’s obvious cachinnation echoed in the small room, he had the mugs and calendars specially printed to commemorate anyway.

Jennifer Willows is the pen name of a new and coming romance author who prefers the Multicultural and BDSM genres. She is a newbie single and a pro at being a mother of two. She still fixes other people’s mistakes by day, but she makes plenty of time to write at night, usually at 6 a.m. when the world, i.e. her house, is quiet. No website yet due to her terrible fascination with procrastination, but just be on the lookout. Don’t forget that reviews are an authors’ best friend and please feel free to speak your mind or tag her books as needed. She loves to hear from anyone who understands the joy of reading. If you want to hit her up for a chat, complaint, or questions feel free to email or facebook at
jenwritesuread(AT)gmail.com
or tweet her @wildinthewillow