by Dirk, Delia
Leo pressed against her with a sound that could be a laugh or a sigh and Dominque could feel just how hard he was. It couldn't be comfortable, but still he was so patient.
When they were naked, he didn't leave room for nervousness. They curled up together on the bed, him sucking and nipping at the tip of a breast and her humming and tugging at his hair.
He trailed back down again, leaving fire in his wake. His touch was sure and sensual and it marked her as indelibly as a tattoo. And still he travelled lower and lower until he was there and like the flipping of a switch or the pressing of a button he sent sparks shooting behind her closed lids.
All too soon he was pulling back. “Keep going,” Dominque slurred breathily. She heard a low chuckle from below and then the tongue was back, lapping giving way to suction and humming.
Too much. It was too much. Her legs were over his shoulders and his firm grip on them was the only thing keeping from clenching around his head. She was out of control, caroming off in some foreign direction.
“Leo, I-” she started, trying to get a grip on the situation, regain a bit of the authority she had lost god knows how long ago.
It was too late. Leo was making noises and the vibrations seemed to swim up her veins until there was nothing but incoherent sensation and her hands on his head, anchoring her to reality.
Then it receded and the world shimmered back into life. Dominique's precariously arched back rouched down against damp bedsheets. She sighed.
Leo eased her legs off of him and laid a cheek against her soft stomach, running fingers up her ticklish sides and gazing up at Dominique.
“Good?” he purred.
She was puffing like a long distance runner. “Don't be an idiot,” she growled and pulled him up to meet her mouth.
Leo was a comforting warm weight on top of her while they kissed. At least until Dominique flipped them over so she could lick and suck her way down his musky neck.
A deep groan rumbled through his entire body when she reached a hand down to wrap around his swollen cock. His arms were around her shoulders, slippery with sweat. She started to copy his downward path, giving his head a quick squeeze.
Through his resulting moan he ground out “Wait, stop.” Dominique made an inquisitive sound around the nipple she had in her mouth. “I want you to – oh fuck – I want you to ride me. I want to watch you as you fuck me.”
Self-consciousness warred against the flush of desire his words brought. She pretended to concentrate on his body rather than debate his idea before rearing up and hovering over his flat stomach.
Leo slipped two fingers into her. “Ohh, you're so wet,” he sighed. A hand came up to cup one full breast. “I want you so much, Domino.”
A small firm hand wrapped around the base of his cock and guided it into her. She was tight and it almost hurt – it had been so long...
Leo panted and writhed, fighting against bucking into her, giving Dominique time to adjust to the feel of him. It was too slow for her, though, so she started moving against him. He moaned loudly, fisted the bed clothes, shook. His eyes were closed, sweat running down his face.
Dominique was so full. He was so thick and hot inside her. He felt so good moving that she may just burst into a million colours. She couldn't hold herself up any longer. Her hands came down to rest on his shoulders. It was an embarrassing position, but it felt so perfect she just couldn't bring herself to care.
A hand found her spot and rubbed and Dominique was awash with sensation again. Their cries chorused together as his hips rolled into her and hers moved in answer.
Dominique could only see white light. Sparks danced across her skin. She felt Leo shuddering to completion under her and kept moving, riding out her own pleasure.
Afterwards, laying in a heap of tangled limbs, Dominique raised her head and asked, “Only a few days?”
He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Yeah. But it's not like it isn't easy for us to get around. And the waiting will make it all the sweeter.”
He kissed the top of her head. She bit his shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied, “but if I don't get your number this time, I really will kill you.”
He rolled her over and pinned her. “And the world would be a better place for it, I'm sure.”
They didn't get any sleep that night.
