Making over Maya (Hot Tide Book 2)

by Michele De Winton

  “I’m not sure you can be trusted to do that without losing control. And you need to be in control. You’re taking what you want remember.” Trailing the finger all the way down her chest to her waist, Dom changed tack and ran both hands up her thighs, pushing the hem of her grey denim skirt even higher.

  “I want to rip that shirt off you.”

  “And then?”

  “Take a bite out of your chest.”

  Jay-zus. He hadn’t thought it could get any harder, but Dom’s cock turned from rock to steel.

  “Perhaps you’re right. Sounds like you’re far too close to exploding.” Pushing the skirt all the way up, Dom found her panties and tore them off in one clean move. “I think we should make sure you’ve let off a little steam. Because when I eventually take you, I want you to revel in it, to remember every sensation, every stroke.” Dom dipped his head and traced his tongue up the inside of her thigh.

  “But I want you. All of you.” Maya gasped even as she pushed a hand through his hair and drew him closer.

  “And you’re going to get me.” He blew across her sex and watched as she quivered in readiness. Kissing up the thigh he’d licked, he let his tongue glide gently across her clit and smiled with her breathy moan. Slipping a finger inside her he marveled at how wet she was, how ready. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me when I let you go.”

  “Oh. I, oh yes. Just there.”

  Dom eased his finger out.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. I promise. But tell me. Make me want to rip my own shirt from my body and bury myself in you.” He took a long, leisurely lick of her sex, and twirled his tongue over her clit for added effect.

  “Oh. Please. I’m going to open my legs wide and wrap them around your body. I’m going to rake my hands down your back and arch myself onto you.”

  Hells, yes.

  “I’m going to ride you. Throw my head back and make you drive yourself deep into me.”

  He pushed two fingers inside her and sped up the movement of his tongue.

  “Oh man. I’m so close.”

  So close. Wrenching his fingers out he drove his tongue inside her, pushing her thighs as far apart as they would go. Maya let her head fall back and he felt the climax shake her body as she spasmed round him.

  Holy hell. He let her catch her breath then gently pulled her towards him, kissing her on the neck, jaw, nose. “Better?” Man she was something else. So nervous, unconfident when it came to romance and sex, and yet when she let herself go—he nibbled on her ear lobe and relished the little catch in her breath—he wanted more of that. Much more. Trouble was going to be holding himself back after hearing her talk like that.

  She looked at him wide eyed. And went to pull her skirt down.

  “Oh no you don’t. Now you’ve seen what it’s like to have someone make you lose control. It’s your turn. You’re going to make good on all those things you just promised.”

  Chapter Nine

  Dominic stood back and slowly unbuttoned his shirt buttons before peeling it off.

  Still quivering from her orgasm, Maya wasn’t sure whether she was up or down, but she knew that she wanted a whole lot more of what Dominic had hiding under the rest of his clothes. “Now the shorts.”

  His eyebrows didn’t move, but the small smile that flickered was enough to let Maya know that this was exactly what Dominic had hoped for. Check her out, she was taking control.

  Dominic dropped his shorts and kicked them to the side and did a spin, before standing there in only the black apron. What a damn fine picture.

  She could do this. She would do this. Maya tugged her top up and over her head and let it fall to the floor. Sitting on the bench in only a bra and her scrunched up skirt, she should have felt anything but comfortable, yet…

  Maya smiled as she watched his face. There was a flicker in his hard jaw. Was he clenching his teeth? Holding himself back? Yuss. He was as hot as she was. Hell, after the release she’d just had, he was probably hotter than she was. The thought of making him lose control flooded her body with adrenalin. This was what he’d been trying to teach her. And damn did it feel good.

  “Stand back against that wall,” she demanded.

  He moved till his bare back was against the wall and she shuffled to the edge of the bench before jumping to the floor. Walking up to him she made good on one of her promises and bit, gently on his pec, just at the base of his left nipple. His jaw twitched again. Hot. Hellahot. He put out his hands to pull her to him but she stepped back out of reach.

  Looking him dead in the eye she slipped one, then the other strap of her bra off her shoulder. Thank god she’d worn one that wasn’t a dull washing-machine-grey this morning.

  “How much do you want me to take it off?” Maya watched Dominic’s Adams Apple bob as he swallowed.

  “Do really have to ask me that question? I would have thought the answer was obvious.”

  “Perhaps. But I don’t think I’ve ever had a man beg me to do anything before.”

  His grin was a mixture of grimace and glee. “I’m obviously a much better teacher than I realized.”

  She ran a finger down her chest, trailing the line towards her belly button and then down to the waistband of her skirt. “I didn’t hear anything that sounded remotely beseeching.”

  “I think it would be to everyone’s benefit if you took those clothes off.”

  “Again, not very much pleading.” Maya couldn’t believe she was pulling this off. Teasing Dominic so mercilessly, while she was standing there half naked, and him, taking it.

  “I did try and warn you,” Dominic growled.

  “Warn me?”

  “That it would be to everyone’s benefit if you got naked. Now.”

  Maya opened her mouth to reply but Dominic crossed the few steps between then before the words got out and pulled her roughly to him. “Because if you don’t take everything off, I’m going to have to rip every stitch from your body.”

  His kiss was the direct opposite of the gentle, tender kisses he’d given her after making her explode, but she welcomed the rough scratch of his chin, the hard press of his lips against hers. When his tongue burst into her mouth, demanding she give herself over to him, she was only too willing to comply.

  Flicking the catch on her bra, Dominic had it lying uselessly on the floor in a couple of seconds. “Now get that skirt off,” he growled directly in her ear, and Maya was tempted to comply, she was ready for him again. All of him this time. But she pushed his hands away and stood back.

  “If I let you take over, I’ll never learn my lesson properly. Sit down. There.” She pointed to the sofa where he’d tugged her onto his lap the night before and amazingly, he complied, only after stooping to grab his wallet from his shorts and toss it on the coffee table.

  Following him over, she stood in front of him, acutely aware that only a small scrap of denim stopped her being completely naked. Putting her hands to the waist band of her skirt again she slipped a finger under the button and released it from its fastening.

  Dominic made an impatient snarl deep in his throat and she looked up with what she hoped was an innocent expression on her face. “Did you want me to stop?”

  He waved a hand at her and Maya’s stomach did a little flip. She was totally doing this. Being in charge of her own business was great, but this controlling a man with her body, this was some power kick.

  “I think it’s time you took everything off,” she said, hoping she sounded confident.

  Without breaking eye contact with her, Dominic undid the ties of his apron and tossed it aside.

  Holyhotcakes. When he’d pushed against her on the kitchen bench, Maya had had an inkling that he was bigger than any man she’d been with before, although to be honest, that wasn’t saying much with her pitiful array of ex-lovers. But what sat, casually naked, ready and waiting, for her, was enormous, both in girth and length.

  “Your turn,” he said.

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nbsp; Rather than protesting again, Maya undid the zipper and shucked her skirt in one easy movement. Standing nude in front of him she should have felt awkward, nervous, anything but the sexy, wanton creature that had suddenly inhabited her body.

  “Come closer.”

  Maya took a step closer and Dominic pulled her onto him.

  “What did you say earlier about riding me?”

  You’re in control. You’re in charge. “I said I might ride you. If you were lucky.”

  “Oh, I think I’m lucky. Very lucky.”

  She leant forward and Dominic put a hand to her breast, the rougher callouses of his fingertips scraping her soft flesh in the most delicious way possible.

  “This is what I knew was under all those terrible clothes. This, absolute, loveliness.” Dominic put his other hand on the small of her back and shunted her closer so she sat, naked, wet and ready, on his rock hard cock.

  “You were going to throw your head back,” he said as he put his mouth to her other breast and took it into his mouth.

  Oh, gooood. “I was, wasn’t I?’

  “And then you were going to make me drive myself into you.”

  “Yes. I was. I am.”

  As his fingers dug themselves into the flesh of her butt, Maya let go of the last vestiges of her old, nervy self, and pulled his face to hers. “Enough with the talking. I’m having you, right here, right now.”

  “About time.” He reached behind her for his wallet and she heard the crackle of a wrapper. Condom. At least one of them retained a semblance of brain function. A small intermission and Dominic had himself sheathed in record time.

  “I want you inside of me. Now”

  Rather than replying, Dominic put both hands round her waist, lifted her on top of him and lowered her, very slowly, very gradually onto the head of his cock.

  Sheesh. It was a good thing he held her, because even with just the head of him inside her, Maya felt herself stretching, having to spread herself wider to accommodate him. “Man. Big. Man.”

  She realized the rumbling in his chest was laughter and froze, suddenly terrified she’d done something wrong.

  “I’ve never heard that one before. Big man, makes me sound like an Indian chief or something, I think I like it.”

  Maya defrosted. I’m in charge. Tipping his chin till his eyes were locked on hers, she lowered herself onto him, all the way. Holy. Relishing the instant dilation of his pupils, the rush of breath as she reached the base of his cock, she let her heart hammer for only a second before she slid up a fraction, and then sank, deep as she could, back onto him.

  Both of them paused, not wanting to break the spell, the perfect union that surrounded them like a bubble that instant. Then Dominic’s cock twitched inside her, sending a thrill of sensation deep into her.

  “Hell you feel incredible.”

  She felt incredible. Great, beautiful and powerful. Letting the sensation sweep through her, Maya arched her back and started up a slow rhythm, pulling herself up and back and down and oh man. Rather than being too big for her, his girth filled her perfectly. Stretching, sliding, meeting the edges of her desire. She kept it slow, each thrust in time with a long easy breath so she could eke out the maximum pleasure from the full length of his erection.

  Without meaning to, her speed increased and she pulled on his shoulders to steady herself as she thrust on and on and harder and—ooooh. “Dominic, I—it’s so good. Don’t let me stop, don’t ever let this stop.” The slow accumulation of sensation began again, the buzzing, heating, burning build up towards her release.

  “Slow down.” The words were almost strangled, and Maya realized that Dominic was as close as she was.

  “But I’m ready. I want—”

  A large hand clamped her down onto him so she couldn’t keep thrusting and Dominic’s heavy breathing filling the air around her. Taking care not to move her lower half, Maya put a hand to each breast and ran her fingers round the nipples.

  “That’s supposed to help how?” Dom muttered.

  “I’m just giving you a breather. Best not to watch if it’s too much.” She kept up her rubbing, stroking motion. “I can’t believe you’ve got me doing this. I’ve never even done this in private,” she admitted.

  “I haven’t got you doing anything sweet cheeks, this is all you. Not that I’m complaining, but you sure know how to egg a guy on, when he’s trying to pretend the world is a cold shower.”

  She bit her lip. “I should stop?”

  He hissed out a long slow breath and put both hands to her hips in reply before starting a slower steady rhythm. With him holding her so her clit rubbed against him and some crazy little twist he did with his hips, Maya had to hold herself back as her climax hovered just below the surface of her reality.

  “You’re going to make me come again,” she managed in between deep thrusts, her words suddenly breathy.

  “Uh huh.” He took a mouthful of the breast she’d been kneading and she threw her head back, giving him better access to everything, arching herself to his mouth, his hands, his cock. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me—”

  Her sentence faded into a moan as he twisted the other way and sent a shudder through her that took her right to the cusp of her control.

  There was no more talking, just the sound of skin on skin, her breath mingling with his, the slick of her lips and tongue on his as he thrust again, and again and—

  “Oh Maya. Yes baby.”

  Her body convulsed around him even as he pumped into her, coming with her, sending her through ripple after ripple of orgasm. Longer than her last climax and more intense, Maya’s whole body shuddered with the force of their union.

  As if their bodies had made a pact, they resurfaced from bliss at the same moment.

  She fell forward onto his chest and his arms welcomed her. For a second, neither of them spoke, neither of them moved and Maya felt the hammering of his heart through his chest matching her own.

  Wow. Just. Wow.

  Dominic kissed her on the top of the head. “Check you out.”

  Maya looked up at him. “Told you I had a good teacher.”

  “Perhaps I should give up my day job hey? Although I think it might have something to do with me having such an excellent and willing student.”

  Willing. She certainly had been. And she’d certainly relished every second of being in control. Best sex of her life was a complete understatement. That had to have been the best sex in the history of time.

  Quickly disposing of the condom in a tissue, he turned back to her and put a hand on her bare stomach. “That—” he said as he traced a circle around her belly button. “—was spectacular. And you, sweet cheeks, are a right box of surprises.”

  Maya relaxed, the ghost of he-who-should-not-be-named firmly pushed to the back of the closet. Pretty soon, he’d be all but extinguished. The weight of her old history losing its grip on her emotions made her light headed for a second.

  “No regrets?”

  Maya shook her head, surprised.

  “Great. I know I already hogged your bathroom once today, but I need another shower. Want to join me?”

  She slapped his hand away as it crept from her stomach to the soft underside of her breast. “If I join you, I think I know what will happen, and that’s not exactly what I had planned for my day. We’ve both got work to do.”

  “True. Although you need to be at my beck and call. That was part of our deal.”

  She slapped him away again, slightly harder this time but unable to hold back the laughter from the outrageous look on his face.

  “I promised to help you get your line ready to launch. Spending time in the shower with you is not going to make that happen any faster.”

  “True again. So long as you know what I’ll be thinking about when that water starts running over my naked body.”

  Still laughing, she waved him off but didn’t bother hiding how much she enjoyed watching his naked butt saunter towards the bat
hroom.

  His campaign. Rick. Getting up she threw on her top and skirt, not bothering with underwear till she’d had her shower. She checked her phone. Rick had texted back. He’d be there later on.

  Rick. After her morning with Dominic, Maya couldn’t quite picture going on a date with Rick, let alone doing anything like—what she’d just done. But that was the point wasn’t it? Her life with Rick wasn’t supposed to be a hot and heavy mess-fest. Life with Rick was going to be sensible and calm.

  She put a finger to her mouth and chewed on a nail. It was all great in theory. But she didn’t really have any proof that Rick wanted any of what she wanted. A couple of magazine articles about him wanting a relationship based on trust and patience, didn’t a whole life story make. For all she knew, he wanted to keep travelling the world with his surfboard, picking up women at each beach, being the eternal Peter Pan. He had wanted to date Brooke after all and she wasn’t exactly renowned for her settle down approach to life.

  The shower stopped and she closed her eyes, wondering if she’d just made a stupid mistake. No. It was going to be okay. Dominic had said he’d had no regrets and why would he? This was probably all just a charming diversion, teaching her how to let go. Hadn’t he all but admitted he’d been after a little fun while he was up here?

  So she was going to enjoy what ever came her way. Take from it what she needed. Absorb, learn, grow into the best confident sexy woman she could be and then she was going to go on the wedding with Rick with the ghosts from her past completely eradicated. Wasn’t she?

  Dominic’s whistling warned her he was back in the room and she opened her eyes, her back to him. She could worry about dating Rick later. “I thought we could go over how much information you want to let these guys in on—” A hand coiled round her waist and pushed her top up.

  “I was thinking that you really should have someone scrub your back when you’re in the shower.”

  She slapped his hands away. “You’re the one who’s here to work remember?”

  He sighed and a little part of her melted, pleased to see the disappointment on his face. “Maybe later.”