My hips ground against him of their own accord. I moved instinctively now, and I didn’t know how to tell myself to stop.
I couldn’t stop.
I whimpered when I felt him press against me just the right way.
“Why not?” he asked, pulling away from me and looking into my eyes. His blue eyes were nearly dark right.
It took me a moment to remember what we were talking about in the first place.
“I’m a human being,” I said. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”
Even if it felt like I hadn’t belonged to myself in seven long years.
He tugged my hair roughly, tilting my head to the side and giving him better access to my neck. He suckled the skin there, making the ache pounding in my pussy even more noticeable.
I closed my eyes.
“You can belong to me,” he said, pushing his hip against me.
I gasped. “No.”
“Yes.”
He continued his movement. The only thing stopping him from entering me was the thin fabric of the boxer briefs he had on, but it offered little protection. I could feeleverything.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck as he drove against me, over and over. His muscles grew taut with every hard, brutal thrust.
The bed shook with him, and my pussy quivered from the slight pain. Tremors worked their way around the small of my back, moving across my skin like electricity. It wouldn’t be long before I came.
Something about the thought both frightened and exhilarated me.
“Dominic,” I gasped.
He groaned. “Fuck. Do you know what it does to me when you say my name?”
He reached his hand between us and grasped my nipple again, twirling it with two fingers and plucking at it.
I was disoriented, which was probably why I didn’t notice when he started to move, bringing us to a different position, with him holding me close on my side, my back pressed against his chest, and spreading my legs until one rested on his hip, exposing me even more to his touch.
My fists wrapped around the sheets as I felt his hand skim down my skin from my shoulder to my breast, where he squeezed and fondled roughly before continuing his path down to my stomach. His calloused hand rubbed around it in circles just before he cupped my pussy.
I looked over and met his eyes as he quickly, viciously, moved his fingers from side to side against my pussy lips, drawing out more arousal from me.
He brought his other hand up to my neck, curving around it and squeezing lightly. My back arched, and I let out a small groan.
My muscles grew tense and spasmed. I was close.
“Dominic,” I said, and I didn’t know why I said it or what I was asking for. This was too much for me to handle, and I was afraid of falling apart in his arms.
I felt him kiss my cheek softly before he said, “Be a good girl and come for me, wildcat.”
Perhaps it was the nickname, or the fact that he was touching me so intimately, or even his scent. Whatever it was, it triggered my response, and I exploded in a shot.
“Fuck,” I vaguely heard him utter, but I was too lost in the ecstasy of it all to really notice or care.
He stopped his movements and cupped my pussy, squeezing me to him and making me aware of his fiery touch.
I turned my head and buried as much of my face in his neck as I could, given our position. I was afraid to come back down. Afraid to look at him after that.
