Pleasure Point: The Complete Series

by Evans, Jennifer

  He groaned and lowered his mouth onto my clit. The sensation was so surprising, the way he went straight to my sweet spot, my pleasure center immediately responded, swelling under the heat of his tongue. “You taste so good.” Lost in the moment, I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch and his eyes were glazed over with need. His green eyes met mine as his tongue flicked over my clit and he sucked and licked it to perfection. My legs shuddered, and I collapsed against the sheets, my fingers moving to my nipples for an exquisitely tortuous squeeze. My toes dug into his skin as his wet mouth worked my pussy. I lifted my pelvis into the air and ground myself into his face. His hands moved underneath my ass lifting it, holding me up as he feasted on my pussy. Dominick seemed to know exactly the right pressure to use as shock waves of pleasure jolted electricity through my body. “Come on baby. I want to feel you come in my face.”

  At the sound of his exotic accent, my clit swelled, hardening beneath the glorious kneading of his hot tongue, each wet lick forcing me closer to the edge. I shoved myself deeper into his mouth. “I’m close.” His fingers dipped inside me, moving in and out as my pussy clenched, making me buck forward. His tongue moved faster against the swollen surface of my clit, and my eyes rolled back as I fell into an abyss of colors, my back arching as the orgasm tore through me. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled his hair and screamed, my eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, Dominick!” I collapsed on the bed.

  He arranged himself next to me, our sweaty bodies touching, his arm draped over me. He kissed my cheek, his breath warm. “Damn baby, that was hot. Where’ve you been all my life?”

  My body filled with happiness at his words as love nectar drizzled out of me. I squeezed my legs tight, my pussy still pulsing. I gazed at Dominick as I slowly came back to earth. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Sex with Dominick was beyond anything I had expected. “That was the best … ever.” I wanted to tell him it was the best sex of my life, wanted to tell him I loved him and would never let him go. I wanted to hold him close to me, keep him in this tiny motel room next to the ocean with me forever. I smiled broadly and lifted myself up, straddling his body.

  We stared at each other. His green eyes held amusement. “What?”

  “Still want to go for a swim?”

  * * *

  Dominick executed a perfect swan dive into the pool and emerged with a huge grin on his face. He held his arms out. “Come on baby, what’re you waiting for? Jump!”

  Caught up in his enthusiasm, I sprang toward him, the cool water caressing my skin. I landed inches away, and he pulled me into a tight hug, lifted me to his mouth and French kissed me hungrily, his masculine hand grasping my wet hair. He broke our kiss, and I squealed in delight. The atmosphere at the hotel pool felt festive, like we were on an exotic vacation in Tahiti or somewhere remote, not this budget motel in Santa Barbara.

  He grinned. “Come on I’ll race you!” Before I had a chance to react, he had taken off across the pool, his athletic body skimming through the water with ease.

  “Dominick Cortes, you are a dead man!” I stretched my arms out to swim, but Dominick was already making the turn, heading back in my direction. He stopped mid-stride and splashed me with water.

  “Dead man? You’d better take that back, or I’ll make you pay.”

  “Oh? How?”

  His smile was devilish. “We have ways of making you pay minh amor.” He moved to my side, reached around and untied my bikini top.

  My hands flew to my bare breasts. “Stop!” I glanced around wildly. A couple of young boys splashed each other at the shallow end, their eyes meeting mine. I hurriedly secured my bra top.

  Dominick splashed me again. In a voice loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear, he said, “Rosalyn! I told you no skinny dipping.” Then he was off again, swimming through the pool with perfect breaststrokes, backstrokes, even a gorgeous butterfly stroke.

  When he paused for breath, I asked, “Where’d you learn to swim like that?”

  Barely out of breath, he said, “I know how to do a lot of things.” He winked at me and took off through the water again.

  Being with Dominick made me feel like we were two kids on summer vacation. Well, in a way, we were two kids on holiday.

  * * *

  When we got back to the room, Dominick closed the door, spun me around and pinned me to the wall, his mouth covering mine. My body responded immediately, my legs wobbly. I reached up and dug my fingers into his mane, pulling him toward me for more. He broke our kiss and said, “Why don’t you shower off?” He tilted my chin up so that I was gazing right into those sensuous green eyes. “When you come back I’ll take care of you.”

  When I emerged from the hot shower, I noticed that Dominick had set up the oversized chair with a comfy pillow. I suddenly felt nervous, securing the scratchy towel to my body. His smile was broad as he strode toward me. He towered over me and untied the knot. It fell to the ground. His hot gaze swept over my body. “Look at you. Your skin’s rosy and warm.” His callused fingers skimmed my arm. “I need to touch that skin, kiss it and lick it.” He held my hand and led me to the chair. “But first, I’m going to eat your wet pussy.” A lump formed in my throat as my heart thud in my chest. His hands ran through my mane as his mesmerizing eyes gazed into mine. “Sit down and spread your legs wide.” I obediently sat down, and Dominick kneeled in front of me. All he wore were his board shorts, his long hair draping over his perfectly sculpted shoulders. The look in his eyes was filled with lust as he forced my legs further apart. “Put your feet up on the chair and scoot forward. I want that sweet pussy right in my face.” Heat rushed to my pelvis and a trickle of juice leaked out of my hot center. He smiled and spread my pussy lips wide. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I could sit here and stare at your pink cunt all day long. But right now, I need to taste it.”

  He groaned, and I leaned forward slightly so I could watch. His tongue made exquisite laps across my clit as his fingers spread me open. Enthralled, I watched while my clit swelled under his touch. His finger dove into my damp entrance. He brought it to his nose and inhaled, then licked his finger clean. “You taste so fucking sexy.” He buried his face in my pussy, his wet mouth going straight to the pleasure center, his perfect tongue massaging the swollen nub. “So delicious.” Shock waves moved through my body, my heart beating wildly. His strong hands massaged my trembling inner thighs, moved underneath my ass and squeezed. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, losing myself in the delicious sensations, my orgasm building. After a few minutes, he pulled away, his luscious lips drenched with my sweetness. He licked his lips and smiled.

  His fingers moved inside my dripping pussy. “Let’s find your g-spot baby.” I watched as his fingers moved with deft precision to the area just behind my pubic bone where he made a come hither motion. “Ah, there it is.” He kept his fingers inside me; his other hand undid the velcro on his shorts, and his hard cock popped out. It stood straight up, and he wrapped his hand tightly around it, the head swollen and ready. He squeezed out a drop of pre cum, massaging it around the engorged head. “I’m going to make you come, baby. First with my fingers, then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stop coming.” He let go of his sexy cock and leaned into my waiting pussy, his hot, wet mouth teasing my clit. His fingers kept a rhythm, a perfect pressure and tickle across my g-spot. He groaned against my juicy little cunt as I gripped his hair, my body bucking forward for more of his mouth and fingers. The sensation was overwhelming. A deep heat spread throughout me, a sweet warmth as my pussy clenched around Dominick’s fingers. Something was happening. I was going to come, but it felt different than ever before. I pushed into his face. He crooked his fingers, brushing them back and forth over my g-spot. I was nearly there and my eyes shut tightly as my toes dug into the chair. My legs squeezed, and my body shook. When I came, I crested over the wave in one giant burst of pleasure. My clit swelled, my pelvis filled with heat as I shuddered and spasmed. And then the strangest thing happened
. I squirted a steady stream of love juice all over Dominick’s face. I opened my eyes just in time to see him flinch.

  I gasped. “What was that?”

  His green eyes filled with desire. “Sweet Jesus, you shot your cum in my face. You know how fucking hot that is?” He wiped the juice off and sucked his fingers, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m going to make you come with my dick.” He stood up and swooped me onto the bed. “On your knees.” He ripped his shorts off and hastily slid on a condom. He jerked me closer to the edge of the bed and pushed in with the most glorious intensity. Dominick fucked me with firm strokes, a furious rhythm that extended my orgasm. The doggie style position was perfect because his throbbing erection hit my g-spot. My pussy clamped and squeezed. I didn’t know I could come that hard. More liquid gushed out, a torrent of love juice spreading over his dick and balls. “Oh fuck, I feel you coming. Your sweet pussy’s dripping all over my cock.” He buried his full length deeper inside me as I gripped the sheets and screamed. His fingers massaged my clit, moving to my opening. “You’re so fucking wet.” My ass tilted up toward him, and he spread the cheeks, massaging his thumb over my tight asshole. I leaned into him, yearning for more stimulation. His thumb pushed harder; then he pushed it into the tight, hot hole. A moan escaped my lips as more juice dripped out of my pulsating pussy. A glorious sensation built in my ass as his finger moved, my mind delirious with desire. Dominick let loose with his cock, hard firm strokes, a furious rhythm. He worked his finger in my ass, the tight fit shocking in its intensity, my body shaking as he filled both holes. I squeezed my eyes shut tight as he rammed into me, his leg muscles flexing against my body. “Puta que pariu, I’m going to come.” He thrust hard and squirted his cum deep inside me, his hand squeezing my ass as he screamed my name.

  Dominick rolled me over and kissed me deeply, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him to me. My body shuddered as his weight pressed against my sweaty body. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, those green eyes burning with lust, then collapsed next to me on the bed. He ripped the condom off, and I gripped his pulsating cock as it twitched out a few more drops of cum.

  Dominick and I lay there panting as a strong breeze of salty air blew through the open window.

  He picked up my hand and kissed it. “You are unbelievable minh amor. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  My heart burst with happiness, and I wanted to scream I love you! Instead, I closed my eyes, inhaled his musky scent mixed with ocean air and sent a prayer of thanks to the universe.

  Chapter Nine

  After we had eaten dinner at a local taqueria, we strolled the beach under a starlit sky. The ocean breeze tickled my nose, and I inhaled deeply of the briny air, a balm to my soul. The day had been perfection.

  I marveled at how different things were with Dominick. I wasn’t proud of the fact that I’d given my body away to guys who didn’t deserve it. Schoolmates and even some older surfers I’d met at the beach who were only too eager to take advantage of me then cast me aside for their next sexual conquest. They all seemed immature compared to Dominick.

  We walked hand in hand, the cooling water caressing our bare feet. “Let’s sit,” he said. We eased into the soft sand, gazing at the ocean that came alive with the merest of moon glow accenting the water into a shimmering diamond display.

  I gripped his hand. In a weak voice, I said, “Can I ask you something?”

  He tilted my chin up toward his face. “What’s up meu amor?”

  I dropped my gaze. “This is embarrassing, but what happened today? You know when I came, and I squirted you?”

  His smile was broad. “You came hard. Some women can ejaculate when their g-spot’s rubbed the right way.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I’ve read a lot.”

  “Where’d you read about that?”

  His laugh was low. “If I depended on all the guys on the tour to teach me what women like, I’d be just like them.” He shook his head. “They think sex is all about them getting off. I’ve made it my business to learn. I got books from the library. There’re some pretty good articles in magazines, too.” He gave me his charismatic smile. “A man needs to be able to take care of his woman. What fun would sex be if my partner wasn’t happy?” He gazed at me and smoothed my hair out of my face. “I love it that you came the way you did. You’re a goddess. We’re perfect together.”

  His woman? Perfect together? I felt like jumping up and dancing. My grin was wide. “Today was heavenly.”

  “You made it that way minha flor.” He held my hand and kissed each knuckle. “I think I could get used to living in California. The waves are some of the best.” We gazed at each other; his eyes were unblinking. “And you’re here.”

  My heart expanded with happiness. Would I be able to keep Dominick here? Forever? I touched his chest, my fingers closing around the cross. “This is so beautiful.”

  “It’s my lucky charm. I never take it off.” His eyes had a faraway look. “My uncle gave it to me.” His fingers caressed the crucifix. “It’s special.”

  His lips were on mine. His hands tangled in my hair as he eased me into the sand for a deep kiss. I never wanted to stop kissing him.

  * * *

  After we’d cemented our relationship with sex, we hung out together every chance we got. I relaxed at the beach while he surfed. We watched movies together—sometimes at my house, other times at his. His favorite was anything American, preferably The Terminator. He even ate dinner at my house, bringing my mom her bong for dessert. Sometimes we had hot sex in his car, while it was parked on a deserted bluff overlooking the ocean, my body straddling his as he eased inside me, my back pressed into the steering wheel. Once, we even took a shower at his house before his aunt got home. Dominick pinned me to the tile wall, shoving his hard cock inside me as the warm water cascaded over our naked bodies until we screamed.

  A couple of weeks after we returned from Rincon, Dominick and I worked on our painting at his house. We were taking a kissing break in between brush strokes when the phone rang. He let the answering machine pick up. Dominick’s tongue was still in my mouth when his sponsor began leaving a message.

  “Hey Dominick, it’s Gabriel. Good news, the ASP wants to give you a try on the tour again. It’ll only be probationary to start—”

  Dominick sprinted across the room and snatched the phone to his ear. “Gabriel! I’m here. What happened?”

  What followed was an excited conversation, some of it in Portuguese, about the possibility of Dominick leaving me. My heart was a dull thud in my chest as I sank onto the sofa.

  Dominick finished the call, replacing the headset in the receiver with ease and sat next to me. He lifted my chin and forced my gaze to meet his. “Good news?” I said.

  “Maybe. There’s a contest in Spain next week, and they want to give me another chance.”

  My shoulders drooped. “What about school?”

  “I’ll be on a home study program, you know, just like all those kids in movies.”

  I stroked his face. “My boyfriend the star.”

  He looked me in the eye. “I have to do this. It’s … important.”

  “I didn’t even know there was surf in Spain. Where is it?”

  “Zarautz.”

  Dominick was leaving, and I’d probably never see him again. I wanted to cry, to run out of the house, to erase the fact that I’d fallen in love with this sexy Brazilian. “How long will you be gone?”

  “I leave in two days. If I do well in the contest, they’ll advance me to the next one.”

  “Which is where?”

  His voice was a whisper. “Australia.” His hands held my shoulders as his gaze bore into me. “I’ll check in with you every day. The tour is only twice a month. If I even get accepted full time. That means I’ll be back here every chance I get. Rosalyn, I … I care about you. I didn’t think they’d take me back on the tour. I really didn’t. But now that they have …” He
let go of me and looked down at his lap. “I have to go.” His gaze slowly met mine, and I detected something like regret mixed with excitement. “But I’ll be back.”

  Chapter Ten

  The day Dominick left, I locked myself in my room, cranked the Led Zeppelin, set our painting onto my easel and cried as I painted. With each stroke of my brush, my body relaxed until I could finally breathe normally. I would just have to wait for Dominick to return. Why had I allowed myself to fall for a surfer? Hadn’t living in Point Loma all my life taught me that surfers were interested in two things? Waves and casual sex. In that order.

  As the days pressed on, Carissa tried to cheer me up in between phone calls from Dominick. One day we were at the mall, sitting in the food court, Carissa eating a hot dog on a stick while I picked at a baked potato stuffed with steamed broccoli. “He’ll be back, Roz. And if he’s not, there’s always other guys. Men who aren’t addicted to surfing.” I swallowed over a lump in my throat. I didn’t want other guys. I wanted Dominick. She took the last bite of food and wiped her mouth. “Be right back. I need the ladies room.”

  Right after Carissa left, I noticed a blond surfer coming my way. James. Just what I needed. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he fell into the chair next to me, putting his feet up on the opposite seat. “Hey, Roz. Where’s your boyfriend?”

  I turned my head. “Away.”

  His eyebrows crept up his forehead. “Away where?”

  My eyes leveled with his. “Dominick competes on the pro tour. He’s in Spain right now.”

  He smirked, and I wanted to wipe that grin right off his face. He removed his legs from the chair and leaned in so close I could feel his hot breath on my face. “Want to come over later? Maybe screw around the way we used to? I miss you.”

  I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. “No, James. I do not want to come over.”