Dominick's Secret Baby

by Iris Parker

  He placed his steamy hands on my mostly-closed thighs, pressing gently outwards. "Wider," he said in a growl, his voice more commanding than anything I'd heard from him before. Without thought I complied, parting my legs for him without any trace of hesitation or embarrassment.

  "I can't wait to taste you," he said, his mouth mere inches away from my most delicate area. "I've been wanting this so bad."

  I nodded, heart in my throat, as Dominick continued to describe what he wanted to do to me.

  "And after that, I'll slip inside of you, exploring every curve you have with my cock," he said, and the anticipation felt like a physical force. "I'll sink myself in deep, I'll—"

  Dominick looked up at me, frowning suddenly.

  "I'm guessing you probably don't have any condoms, huh?" he asked.

  "No," I agreed through the fog in my brain. "You mean you don't?"

  "I never thought we'd actually do this, but I couldn't stand doing it with anyone else," Dominick said. "So no."

  "It's okay," I said quickly, faster than I could realize the danger-zone I was crashing towards. Just before I could blurt out something that would ruin the moment and our relationship, I caught myself. "I mean, uh—you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant," I said.

  Dominick's face lit back up immediately, but my mood sank a little. Of course I hadn't told him why he didn't need to worry, even though every part of me was screaming that it was the right thing to do. It felt like I was falling towards the ground at a great speed, but Dominick was there to catch me.

  "Look at me," he said in the same commanding tone he'd used earlier.

  I did.

  "I want you so bad it hurts, and I know you feel the same way," he said, his warm hands exploring my thighs as he spoke. "Remember what I said before. Nothing is ever as complicated as it seems, not unless you overthink it. Don't. Stop thinking. Both of us need this, badly, and I can't wait another day."

  With a hard swallow, I nodded. He was right; the situation between us had become far too tense. If we didn't do something, it would surely drive both of us crazy. Even so, a voice in my head continued to lecture me and point out just how guilty I was.

  "Let it go. Stop thinking, just feel," Dominick said, and without further warning he pulled me forward, tugging me towards the edge of the bed in one fluid motion. He draped my legs over his shoulders, and faster than you could say but my statement about not getting pregnant was semantically misleading, he was practically on top of me.

  Or beneath me, if you wanted to be technical.

  Either way, when Dominick leaned just a little bit closer his face was buried in the curls between my legs. His tongue expertly navigated my sensitive folds, finding my clit quickly. He circled around the delicate area without ever quite touching it, adding to my desire with each subtle motion. I moaned, frantic and desperate, wanting to beg for mercy but unable to vocalize the words. The teasing, after so many weeks of being denied his intimate presence, was more than I could take.

  And then, just like that, he focused all his attention in exactly the right place. Immediately it felt like I was shifting out of my skin, floating and falling and flying free.

  As I soared, a new sensation began to overtake me. It was a pure feeling, like my body was melting into a puddle and then reforming into a river of flawless, glistening pleasure.

  It was exquisite.

  Dominick continued skillfully, pushing me to heights I'd never before experienced or even knew existed. Without thought I reached out, grabbing hold of the man and curling my fingers through his hair while I writhed around on the bed. Somehow he was miraculously able to keep himself steady, his tongue unwavering despite my twisting.

  Energy bubbled up through my body, like water just before it reaches a boil. I groaned, pulling him tighter against me even as I scooted myself closer to him. Tipping over the edge at last, my body stiffened and I let out a loud and deeply primal growl.

  The dam of pleasure broke, cascading through me and sending me into spasms and incoherent babbling. It was the most intense climax I'd ever experienced, so far beyond other orgasms that it felt wrong to even use the same word. It was the difference between a candle and a spotlight, a single bite of food and a feast.

  It lasted a long time, aftershocks pulsing through me and warming every inch of me. Each one seemed like a release unto itself, powerful experiences in their own right. By the time it was over, I was drained.

  Utterly drained.

  And happy.

  And limp.

  I could barely move, could hardly catch my breath. Dominick climbed up onto the bed next time me, holding me in his arms as I trembled from head to toe. Somehow I found the energy to roll my face into the nook of his shoulders, resting and admiring the way he felt as firm and solid as I seemed fluttery and insubstantial.

  We stayed like that for some time, but I couldn't allow myself to give in to the exhaustion that threatened. As amazing as the experience had been, it still felt incomplete.

  I needed more.

  Dominick needed more.

  It seemed insane to feel shy now, after what we'd just been through. I'd never allowed any lover such clear, visible access to my body. Sex had always been a lights-off, under-the-covers affair in the past. Hell, even being examined by a female doctor felt awkward—and then somehow, with Dominick, I'd been brazen enough to grab his hair and shove him as far into my crotch as I could.

  Above the covers.

  Lights most definitely on.

  Yeah, it seemed insane to feel shy now. But that was exactly how I felt as I inched my hand towards his chest, heart beating rapidly in my throat. Just minutes ago I'd done much worse, but now this seemed impossibly forward and lewd.

  I was acting on my own initiative, reaching out to take what I wanted and offer myself in return. That wasn't something that good girls did, was it? Without prompting, or hinting, or discussing?

  To just…touch? Purely because I wanted it, and could safely assume he did too? It felt wrong, but I couldn't resist. Not while the fire inside of me was still smoldering, not while I was still craving his touch. Deep down, I knew that this wouldn't be complete—I wouldn't be complete—until I felt him inside of me, filling me and claiming me as his own.

  Again.

  For real this time.

  Biting my lip, I sat up and traced my fingers over Dominick's chest. He was still mostly clothed, but I could feel the strong muscles beneath his shirt. He felt perfect, and I'd longed to see and touch him there. From the first few days, images of doing this—exactly this—had followed me everywhere.

  And now, finally, I could do it.

  With trembling fingers, I began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Dominick watched me in silence, a smile gracing those wonderful lips that had first kissed me and then did much more. When I was finally done, I slid the garment away from his body, unveiling his chest in all its glory.

  Exactly like how I'd imagined.

  No, better.

  His skin was coated in a faint sheen of moisture, making him glisten in the light and highlighting the strength and masculinity that was Dominick Henderson. He was all muscle and sinew, ridges and peaks and valleys. Manly curves that graced him all over, a sight that fueled the growing hunger inside of me that'd never quite gone away.

  Still shaking, I ran my palm down his pectorals, grazing his rock-hard six-pack with my fingertips. Heat radiated out from his abdomen, and I wanted to continue down further. I wanted to unbutton his pants, to explore even more of his wonderful body, but part of me—somehow—still felt shy. Like this was too presumptuous, too forward.

  "C—" I whispered, trying to ask for permission through a lump in my throat that was half lust and half flustered timidity. "Can—"

  "Undo my pants," Dominick said authoritatively, grabbing my hand and placing it directly over his crotch.

  The fire inside me reignited, burning away the shyness and constricting my throat with desire. There was no hesitation in m
e now as I quickly opened his pants, pulling them down past his waist.

  Dominick's boxers billowed like sails in the wind.

  I pulled those down, too.

  His penis came bursting out, a hard length that ran to the bottom of his stomach. It seemed to tower over me, the head slick with pearls of his own desire.

  "No condom needed?" he breathed in my ear.

  "No," I agreed, the guilt now a distant memory buried by my overwhelming attraction.

  "Good," Dominick said heavily. "Because I want to feel you against me. You, and only you."

  I nodded, thinking exactly the same and more. "Part of you has already been there," I whispered.

  "And what do you think about that?" Dominick asked.

  "That—that you belong there," I said, blushing furiously. I never imagined I'd be able to say words like these, not to anyone. "I don't want you to pull out. Is that okay?"

  Dominick inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. "Fuck," he said breathlessly.

  Before I had time to overthink, or convince myself that it was the bad kind of fuck, Dominick was all over me. He shot up to a sitting position and grabbed me by the shoulders, gently but forcefully pushing me down onto my back. Half kicking and half tearing his clothes the rest of the way off, he quickly and gracefully repositioned himself.

  Within moments Dominick's body was elevated just a few inches above mine. He stared down at me hungrily as he took both of my wrists in his large hand, pinning me to the mattress with a sexy growl.

  Not that he'd needed to do that. Just the smoldering, lusty look in his eyes was more than enough to freeze me in place. I could no more have broken free of his gaze than I could his hands, or anything else.

  Not that I wanted to.

  Not even a little.

  "What do you think?" he said huskily, shifting his weight down so his body grazed against mine. I could feel his warmth on my skin, and the tip of his cock resting just barely out of reach. "Should we do this?"

  "Yes. You feel it, too, don't you?" I asked. "The attraction. The urges. The…all of it."

  "You mean the feeling that since I got you pregnant, I'm a part of you forever? And you're a part of me? And that everything that's happened since the day we met has just been leading up to this moment?"

  "Yes," I said, blood pulsing in my ears. "That." I definitely didn't have his words. I was just a bumbling mess. But I couldn't care less.

  "Since the day I met you," he breathed.

  "It's so strong. The connection between us. The feeling, the bond, the—"

  "Ownership," Dominick finished, the word sending shockwaves through my body.

  My eyes wide, all I could do was nod in agreement. If my coworkers at the university could've heard this, they would've been horrified. Perhaps rightly so, but I didn't care. This went beyond logic or reason, a primal urge that cut straight to the bone.

  Enlightenment be damned, my body was screaming for this.

  Hell, my everything was screaming for this.

  Dominick shifted again, his manhood now resting against my entrance. He groaned with desire, and my eyes never left his.

  "Do it," I whispered.

  Without any further hesitation, I could feel him pressing into me. It was slow and careful, but relentless and unyielding at the same time. I gasped as the head slid inside, and I already felt more full than ever before. Wrapping my arms around Dominick, I dug my fingers into his shoulders hard as he penetrated deeper and deeper.

  "You feel so good," he murmured in my ear, and I could hear the struggle in his voice as he made good on his promise to be gentle. I knew how hard it must've been; even for me, the relaxed pace was feeding dark temptation for something more intense. I wanted to feel Dominick unleashed, wild and reckless. I wanted to take everything he had to give and then beg him for more.

  I wanted it, but I wasn't there yet.

  Not physically, at least. It had been too long. Even though I was hardly a virgin, Dominick was still stretching muscles that hadn't seen this much use in years…if they ever had at all. He made me feel complete and full, for the first time in my life.

  And so we went slowly. Every moment was bliss, and every moment was a tantalizing vision of what would come later. Later, when we didn't have to restrain our passion. Later, when Dominick could take me as hard as he wanted with no fear of hurting me—or at least, no fear of accidentally hurting me.

  I shivered, satisfied and starving at the same time. Dominick increased the pace a little, and a familiar tension started to build inside of me with each rhythmic thrust. His free hand reached for my breasts, squeezing and pinching and mauling. I wanted to speak but had no words; all I could voice were whimpering cries of pleasure and abandon.

  "More," I gasped finally, barely managing the word.

  Dominick nodded, pushing into me with more power than before. He plundered my depths with force, driving me closer to the edge with each stroke of his wonderful cock.

  "More," I said again, sensing he was still holding back.

  Dominick stopped suddenly, staring down at me. I whimpered even harder, looking back up in confusion. After a few seconds that felt like hours, he lowered his chest down onto mine and inched his mouth against my ear, whispering seductively.

  "You're not in charge here," he said heavily.

  I threw my head back and let out a loud, throaty groan of frustration and need. I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips and drive him into me, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I'd given him all the power, and he was using it as he saw fit.

  Besides, when he finally resumed a moment later, it felt even more exquisite. Unbelievably so. Like walking into a warm room from a rainstorm; like coming home again.

  The pressure continued to build, until finally I reached a plateau. Dominick kept me there for a long time, masterful in his control as he held me on the edge of release. Finally, he gave me a wicked smile. He was all restraint and discipline, and with a single thrust he drove himself deep inside of me. It was so sudden and intense that it felt like he'd just entered me for the first time all over again, stretching and filling me to the brim.

  It was enough.

  With a shudder, I exploded in pleasure, coming all over his cock. Dominick tensed up on top of me, his face contorting as the veins in his neck tightened. With a loud, powerful grunt, his own climax overtook him. For the third time, I felt his seed flood into me.

  Except unlike the first two times, this was different. Completely, utterly different.

  And better than anything I'd imagined.

  "Fuck!" I shrieked, still riding the waves of pleasure as I drew Dominick further into me. I closed my eyes and let them roll to the back of my head, imagining the scene taking place inside of me. I pictured Dominick's cock twitching and contracting, filling me with life, and the intense connection between us that would only be stronger now.

  It was incredible.

  My orgasm slowly faded into memory, and Dominick's chest crushed mine as he finally laid himself to rest on top of me. I couldn't bring myself to move an inch, nor could I say a word. Everything was already perfect, and there wasn't a single thing I'd have changed.

  We stayed like that for some time, Dominick gently kissing the top of my head.

  "Are you okay?" he finally asked, his voice tender. "Cold?"

  "Not cold," I said, shaking my head. Dominick's heat was all I needed to stay warm, and it still enveloped me like a blanket.

  "You're shaking," he whispered. "Did I hurt you? Get too carried away?"

  "You were perfect," I said, brushing my finger against his soft lips. "This was perfect."

  Dominick nodded, planting a tender kiss on my cheek.

  I smiled, drifting further into idyllic relaxation. We shifted to our sides, facing one another and cuddling. He looked as happy as I felt, and everything was right with the world.

  For now, at least.

  But that was all the more reason to enjoy this while it lasted, to treasure every moment I
could. I drew little swirls on the hard planes of his chest, and his fingers twined their way through my hair. I giggled, thinking about how unlikely and amazing all of this was.

  Who would've thought?

  I was actually falling for someone.

  Not just anyone, either.

  Someone special.

  The father of my children.

  Chapter Five

  Dominick

  I'd been dreaming of this moment for so long that part of me had been ready for disappointment. It was just sex, after all, and I'd had sex plenty of times before. There was no way that sleeping with her could be that amazing, was there? The endless nights without sleep, the constant desire, the incredibly vivid fantasies—it had to be my imagination running wild. No real person, no matter how perfect, could ever match the expectations I'd set for Helena.

  And yet somehow, when the moment finally came, it had been better than I'd imagined. Being with Helena was one of the most satisfying, rewarding experiences of my life. Every second of it had been perfect.

  Every second of it was still perfect.

  I'd always gone to great lengths to avoid cuddling after sex, finding the entire process to be tedious and generally insufferable. But now, long after we'd finished, I was treasuring every moment.

  Just lying in bed with Helena.

  I wouldn't have traded it for the world.

  I'd always scoffed at the idea of lovemaking, the claim that sex was as emotional as it was physical. But now, I finally got it. It was as if I'd been going through my entire life in black and white, and suddenly I could see everything in color.

  The world was beautiful.

  But not half as beautiful as Helena, or her smile.

  The feeling of her hair as I ran my fingers through it.

  The softness of her skin, the way she smelled.

  Yeah. I finally got it.

  And now that I had it, I was never going to let go.

  Dominick