by Nichole Rose
I sob harder.
He pulls me into his arms, holding me as I cry into his shirt. "I'm so fucking sorry I hurt you being an idiot, sunshine. Please don't cry."
"You aren't an idiot," I say, trying to get myself under control again. My heart is racing a million miles a minute and I feel like I'm floating on air. But if he's an idiot, then so am I. Because I didn't say anything either. I didn't let myself believe he felt the same way. "I t-thought you knew how I felt and that you pulled away because you didn't feel the same way."
"No, sweet girl," he promises, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I came so close to kissing you the last time we worked late together, but I was terrified I would lose you if I crossed that line. Every time you've smiled at me, I wanted to kiss you. When you've laughed, I wanted to wrap you up in my arms. Every single time. But the thought of not having you in my life is literal hell. My life is brighter because you're in it. Because you're my sunshine. I didn't want to jeopardize our working relationship when it was the only part of you I thought I could have."
"You can have all of me," I say, sniffling as the knots in my stomach finally unravel, leaving me feeling peaceful for the first time in months. "I love you, Dominic."
"Fuck," he whispers. The emotion welling in his eyes turns them darker, making him look fierce. He moves toward me, not stopping until we're both inside my apartment. "Say that again."
"I love you."
He steps toward me again, kicking the door closed. "Again."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Summer. So fucking much. Can I kiss you? I need to kiss you. Tell me I can."
"Yes," I whisper, my heart in my throat and stars in my eyes.
Chapter Four
Dominic
I try to tell myself to take it slow, but she just told me she loves me. She said I can have all of her. She gave me permission to kiss the shit out of her. I can't take it slow. I don't even know what slow is when every fiber of my being screams for me to make her mine right this second so nothing can ever take her from me.
My hands shake as I frame her beautiful face with them, tilting her head back so I can see her. Her baby blues shine with happiness despite how puffy and red they are. Her face is splotchy, and her nose is red. She's still so damn beautiful.
"You're so damn beautiful, Summer. Jesus, I feel like I can't breathe when you smile at me." I shake my head, trying to clear it of the haze of desire—of need—clouding my mind. "I've thought about kissing you a thousand times since I met you."
"Me too."
"Yeah? I should have done it that night. Your lipstick was making me crazy. It always makes me crazy. I want to kiss it all off you."
"Dominic?" Her lips curve up into a happy smile, her blue eyes darkening with desire. "Stop talking and kiss me already, please."
A growl rumbles in my throat. I pull her up against my body, sliding a hand into her hair to tilt her head back. My lips meet hers, soft at first because I want to savor this, make it good for her. It'll be her last first kiss. Mine too.
Fuck, just knowing that has me hard as a rock.
Her lips are soft against mine, her breath sweet and tart, like the apple she ate for breakfast this morning. I taste her tears as I nibble on her lips and then sink into her. It kills me to know I made her cry. She's too sweet for tears.
I flick my tongue against hers, pulling her closer. Energy hums through me so forcefully I'm sure she probably hears my body buzzing like charged power lines. Her taste, her smell, the feel of her soft body is better than I ever imagined, yet also somehow exactly what I expected. When I die, this is how I want to spend eternity. With her in my arms.
I bite her lip, dragging it through my teeth.
A needy groan climbs up her throat. She thrusts her hands into my hair, bringing her body even closer to mine. So close my dick is wedged between us, the zipper digging into the hard length. He's so fucking desperate for her. So am I.
I need her closer.
"Dominic!" she gasps when I pick her up and turn, capturing her between the wall and my body. Her hands tighten in my hair. Her legs wrap around my waist to lock her in place. The motion tugs her dress up her thighs, flashing her blue panties at me.
"Fuck," I growl as her hot center aligns with my cock. Even through our clothing, I can feel the heat coming off of her, feel how much she wants me. I rock her against me, digging my hands into the soft swells of her ass cheeks. They overflow my palms, making my dick pulse. I'm going to worship this ass…won't be able to stop myself from doing it. It's been driving me insane for months now.
"Oh my gosh," she whispers, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That feels so much better than I dreamed it would."
Jesus. Does that mean she's never done this before?
Wait.
Does that mean she dreamed about doing this with me?
"Are you a virgin, sunshine?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"But you dreamed about me?" I ask. Blood roars through my veins at the thought that she's never been with anyone like this. That she's never wanted anyone as much as she wants me.
"Yes." Her cheeks heat, though I'm not sure if it's embarrassment or desire staining them such a lovely shade of pink.
"Often?" I rock her against me again, dipping my head to press kisses to her cleavage at the same time. Her intoxicating scent swirls in the air around me, making me dizzy with need.
"Yes," she admits, her head hitting the wall with an audible thump. Her body writhes as I kiss all over her chest and rock her soft body against my hard cock. She's an angel or a goddess or something too incredible to be wholly from this world—ethereal—but we fit together exactly right, aligning like puzzle pieces locking into place.
"What did I do to you in your dreams, Summer?"
"You wrecked me," she moans, not holding back or trying to hide from me. I love that. Love her honesty and how willingly she gives it to me. "Every night, Dominic. That's…that's why I decided to quit."
"You were quitting because you dreamed about me?" I pull back from worshipping her with my lips so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in ecstasy. She's so damn pretty. Jesus. How did I get so lucky? It's surreal to me that we're really right here, that she loves me. I should have seen it before now, should have realized that she never looks at anyone else the way she looks at me.
She bites her lip, her eyes opening to half-mast. They're so much darker than normal, an inky blue-black. She nods, watching me intently.
"Why?"
"I dreamed you told me that you loved me. You wanted to get me pregnant."
"Fuck." My cock throbs, cum spurting into my boxers at the thought of getting her pregnant. I've dreamed about it a thousand times myself. Dreamed about seeing her in one of her little dresses, her belly round with my baby, her skin glowing.
"I was scared you'd see it on my face and think I was crazy," she says, breaking off to moan when I grind her against me again. I can't seem to stop doing it. The heat of her pussy against my dick is bliss.
"See what on your face?"
"How bad I want to have your babies," she whispers. Her expression wavers between desire and uncertainty, like she isn't sure if she's allowed to say that or if she should say it. "I want it so bad, Dominic."
"Jesus, sunshine." My mind reels, trying to process that she's already on the same wavelength as me. Not a force in heaven or hell would have stopped me from claiming her had I known she wanted it just as badly as I do. I thought I needed to give her time, earn her forgiveness before she agreed to marry me. Well, fuck that. If my beautiful girl wants babies, I'm giving them to her.
"Dominic!" she says again, grasping at my shoulders like she's afraid I'm going to drop her when I pull her pliant body away from the wall. She wraps around me, holding on tight. I could take her just like this. She's at the perfect height for me to sink inside her hot pussy and play with her tits at the same time. "Where are we going?"
"Your bedroom. Can'
t put my baby in you up against a wall," I mumble, carrying her down the short hall. I could put my baby in her against a wall, but I want her in a bed for our first time. Her bedroom is on the right, a small office on the left. I carry her into the bedroom. Everything is soft and inviting. The walls and bedding are a soft gray blue. She has at least fifteen throw pillows on the bed, which makes me smile. My girl likes to be comfortable, likes to cuddle. I love knowing that.
"Dominic," she whispers, staring at me like I hung the moon. "You really want to get me pregnant?"
"Fuck yes," I growl, leaning down to kiss her sweet mouth again. "You aren't the only one who's been dreaming about it, Summer. I spend half my fucking day thinking about getting you pregnant, seeing your stomach growing with my baby. You walk around in those little dresses, making me crazy."
"I didn't know."
"I'm going to make all your dreams come true, sweet girl."
"Okay," she agrees, smiling so big her cheeks probably hurt. That dimple pops out, ratcheting up my body temperature another ten degrees.
I pull my shirt off, popping buttons left and right. She watches me with hungry eyes, her gaze roving all over my chest and stomach, pausing on each tattoo. I'm not vain. I've never cared what anyone thinks of me, my body, or my ink. I run every morning and lift weights to counteract the effects of sitting at a desk for ten hours a day. But I feel like a god when her eyes darken and she makes a little mewling sound in the back of her throat. She makes it again when I yank my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Her eyes widen when she sees my dick tenting the fabric. There's no hiding him. He's a monster.
She'll be able to take me though. I already know she will.
Before she can think about it too much, I crawl back onto the bed with her, prowling up her body. Trepidation drains from her expression when I press my lips to hers, flicking my tongue against her mouth.
I place kisses all over her face—her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, and lips. I take my time with her, not willing to rush this now that I finally have her spread out beneath me. She looks so innocent in her little white dress with her red locks spread across her pillows. So pure. My hands run all over her curvy body, learning her curves…learning her. She gasps and arches toward me when I play with her nipples, moans when I rake my teeth across the tendon in her neck. She melts when I press my lips over her heart…giggles when I dance my fingertips down her side.
Touching her like this is new to me. Yet, somehow, it's familiar too. Like I'm not learning her for the first time, but remembering little places on her that I already knew somewhere in the past. Maybe that's because I've touched her this way a thousand times in my dreams. Heard her cry out my name again and again. Or maybe it's because she's always been mine.
I might have been too blind to realize it, but my subconscious knew. It recognized her, recognized how important she would be to me. I think I've known she belonged to me since she stepped through the doors of my office for the first time, shining bright as the sun.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispers, her voice shaking as I slide her dress up her body and then off over her head. But she isn't asking about the dress. She's talking about the sensations pulsing through her with every touch.
I feel them too. My entire fucking body feels like it's only now coming alive for the first time.
"Claiming you as mine, sweet girl." I sit back on my knees, swallowing hard at the sight of her. She's in a navy-blue bra and matching panties. The darker fabric looks like sin against her ivory skin. I squeeze my dick through my boxers, trying to get him under control. "There's no way I'm ever letting you put clothes on again. Jesus Christ."
Fuck me. Had I known she looked like this under those dresses, I would have locked her up in my house a long time again and never let anyone else near her. She's too goddamn beautiful to be around other men. I'm a man. I know what we think about. What we imagine when we see her brand of innocence and seduction all bundled up together. And no one but me is allowed to think about touching her like this.
I crawl over her, tonguing one hard little nipple through her bra while I try to undo the front clasp. It doesn't want to cooperate. I run out of patience, too eager to get my hands on her luscious tits. The delicate fabric tears easily in my hands.
"Dominic," she gasps.
"I'll buy you a new one," I mumble, though the little tremor in her voice tells me she isn't mad. I think she likes knowing I'm too impatient to have anything between me and her lush body.
She helps me get the silky material off her. I toss it over the side of the bed…and damn near lose my mind at the sight of her tits. They're round, full. Her nipples are rock hard and so fucking pink. Jesus, I'm not going to survive this.
I kiss my way down her chest, lavishing attention on her breasts. She writhes beneath me, undulating like she can't stay still. Little breathy moans fall from her lips. Her hands clench and then unclenched on the sheets.
"Dominic," she whimpers, her back bowing off the bed as I touch my tongue to her nipple. She says it again when I wrap my lips around it. And again when I bite down just hard enough to send a little jolt through her.
Her legs shift back and forth on the bed, restless, seeking. As much as I want to dive right in and give her the orgasm I know she's grasping for with eager hands, I don't. I don't want to rush this. By the time I'm inside her for the first time, I want her addicted, desperate.
I play with her nipples until she's drugged with pleasure, trembling on the edge. And then I move on, exploring every dip, curve, and swell of her body. Seeing her like this—watching pleasure overwhelm her senses—is spellbinding to me. Goosebumps pebble her flesh when I kiss down her belly. She whines low in her throat when I replace my lips with my tongue. Gasps my name when I nip at the curve of her waist.
She smells like flowers everywhere. I can't get enough of her smell, of her taste, of the artless, honest way she responds to my touch. My God. I could spend my life loving her like this and still crave more. The wet spot on her panties has my balls aching for relief. She's so wet.
I peel the little scrap of fabric down her legs, placing kisses all along her thighs. Her long legs are soft as silk against my lips. All of her is soft and smooth, even the jagged, pink scar on her kneecap and the bony knot of her ankle.
Once her panties are gone, she presses her legs together, curving one leg inward as if to hide herself from me. There won't be any of that though. Not tonight. Not ever.
"Let me see you, sweet girl," I murmur, stroking a hand down her thigh.
She slowly eases them apart, flashing her bare slit at me. And fuck. Her cunt is perfect. Pink. Swollen with need. Her lips glisten with the evidence of her arousal. Her little clit is hard, begging for attention.
Cum drips from my cock, wetting my boxers. I almost spend my load right there. Taking a deep breath only makes me harder because I can smell her arousal. My mouth waters.
"Spread your legs, sunshine," I say, my voice shaking with need.
She inches them apart. I can't look away. Can't stop myself from leaning forward to press a kiss to her mound. Can't stop the way my hands tremble as I spread her wider, opening her up to me. I'm helpless, caught in thrall at the sight of her sexy little slit. How many times have I imagined sinking into that tight cunt since I met her? How many times have I woke up with my cock in my hand and her name on my lips?
Too many to count.
My first lick is everything. She's warm honey, molten and addicting. I groan against her, spellbound, devoted…done for. I shoulder her legs apart, lifting her closer to my mouth. Her sweet little cries of surprise and pleasure ring like an aria in my ears. I grind my dick against the mattress, unable to stop myself as I drink her honey down.
She tastes better than anything I've ever put in my mouth before. There's no way she can ever leave me. I won't survive if I don't have this every day for the rest of my life. If I don't get to feel her thighs trembling on my shoulders, hear her crying out my
name so loud her voice breaks.
I play with her, learning every fold. She goes wild when I nip at her clit…bows off the bed when I thrust my tongue inside her hot little hole. Her entire body trembles when I move lower, tasting her tight, pink asshole.
Within moments, she's on the edge, gasping for breath and whimpering my name. Her hands fly to my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as she breaks for me. Her thick honey flows across my tongue, down my chin. I lick it all up, refusing to waste even a single drop. I want to bathe in her, wear her like a badge of honor.
I lick and kiss her through her orgasm, memorizing the way she writhes. Her pouty lips are open, her eyes closed. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild around her. She's a Naiad, resplendent in her pleasure.
I ease her hips down to the bed when her body goes limp and pliant. She pants for breath, trembling and mewling. Somehow, that sound is sexy and adorable at the same time. I place my lips against her belly and then her heart before finally touching them to her lips. She wraps around me like I'm breathing life into her. Her arms twine around my neck, her legs around my hips.
"Dominic, I love you."
And I'm done for. So fucking gone for this girl. If this is what my parents had, what my grandparents had…it's no wonder money never mattered much to my family. Some things, you can't buy. This right here? This all-encompassing lightness? This is priceless. My heart is so full of her I think pure love courses through my veins. It's what keeps me alive now, what fuels and sustains my body instead of blood.
I yank my boxers down, too impatient to get inside her to even remove them. As soon as I feel her hot cunt against my dick, I start cumming. I can't help it. She's scorching hot and soaking wet, so good. I groan her name, sliding through her folds.
I have to lean back a little to see the mess I'm making all over her pussy…to see my cum marking her. My stomach clenches at the sight. More of my seed spills across her slit. I use my dick to cover her in it, rubbing it into her skin. She moans, her head thrown back and her pouty lips parted. I dip the head of my cock inside her, pushing a little of my cum into her.
