“Indeed,” I say reaching out to stroke his six pack. My fingers run down his abs, relishing the feel of his defined V muscle. I’ll have to muster up the courage to trace those lines with my tongue one day.
God, the man brings down my inhibitions.
“This is all yours, Dom.”
“So is this?” I say daringly, running a finger across his hard cock.
“It is. All nine inches.” Rodsteps up to the counter and comes to stand between my parted legs, spreading them further apart. He cups my face in his hands and covers my mouth with hot kisses as he pushes my body down. I’m so turned on, it’s ridiculous. “Fuck, I love the way you smell. Your heady scent tells me your tight little pussy needs my cock.” I blush furiously. “Am I wrong?”
I shake my head.
He cocks an eyebrow and just stares at me.
It takes me a second, but eventually I pick up on his unspoken words.
“No, you’re right.”
“Better. For the record, I like words.”
“Duly noted,” I smile.
“Cocky, Dom. I like it.”
He reaches behind me, places his hands against my ass and pulls me down, scooching me right up to the edge of the counter.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?” he asks concerned. I laugh nervously. “What is it, Dom?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me,” he insists.
I avert my gaze. “I left a trail of wetness behind,” I confess.
Rod tilts his head back and roars.
Once I get over my embarrassment, I allow my laughter to spill free.
“My sweet Dom,” he says, tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger. “I’m going to enjoy corrupting you,” he presses his body against mine, his cock nestled against my dripping pussy and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “It’s so hot to feel your pussy without anything between us.”
“Is it really different without a condom?”
“I wouldn’t know from firsthand experience, but I’ve been told it’s like comparing Japanese Kobe strip steak to cheap fatty ground beef.”
“Would you like to know how it feels? I mean…” I let my words trail.
Rod’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”he asks.
“I’ve always used a condom with guys,” I say shyly.
By a miracle of God, my rapist had spared me from getting pregnant with his baby and God knows what nasty diseases.
“So have I,” Rod says.
“With guys?” I can’t resist.
