The Domville 2 (The Domville #2)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  I nodded my agreement, trying to keep some kind of focus in my eyes as I tried to process the difference in my body’s reactions to him. Everything was on fire. It was as if he was touching me everywhere at once. Each nerve ending crackled in response, firing signals of sheer bliss and contentment to my brain. His beautiful face was so focussed as he slanted his hips, deepening his strokes inside me, watching his cock sliding in and out of me. We were panting hard now, the heat coming off both of us was rivalling the water that continued to rain down on us from above. The floating glass wall of the shower was totally fogged, it was hard to make out anything other than what was right in front of me. My fiancé’s happy, gorgeous, contorted in pleasure face. My orgasm started to build, already I was closer than I’d ever been with Brady inside me. As if he knew he sucked one of his fingers and before I knew it my arse was filled with it, probing and sending my mind into the stratosphere as I whimpered pitiful cries of ecstasy. If he was going all out, so was I. Somehow I managed to manoeuvre my hand and gently pressed against his clenched opening as well. His eyes went large as surprise registered on his face, while I waited for permission. He gulped and nodded, taking a loud intake of damp air as I pushed and slipped inside him too.

  ‘Fuck,’ he yelled. ‘O fuck. Yes!’

  ‘Brady, my God,’ I mewled, as he continued to plough into me, front and back, the friction stimulating every single nerve ending inside me, making me quiver with the voltage charging through my veins.

  ‘Tell me you feel it,’ he growled, his eyes darkening with unspoken need.

  ‘Yes, God … yes,’ I confirmed. How had we been getting it wrong for so long? Right now we were perfect together and this could just be the beginning. We had so much to learn, so much to experience as a couple, if this convinced us both. I started crying with happiness as my breasts swelled, my nipples stiffening almost to the point of pain as my toes curled behind his back. I locked my ankles as he mercilessly rode me, almost breathless from exertion. When my climax finally hit I was beyond spent, my jaw flexed as I tried to tell him it was happening. I didn’t need words, the satisfaction all over his face told me that he was well aware and couldn’t be more proud.

  ‘Christ, Lisa, you’re killing me,’ he uttered. I screamed as I exploded like a confetti cannon, tears turning to inconsolable sobs of bliss as I quaked on him. His grunts told me how close he was too, so I summoned the last bit of energy that I had in me to firmly rub his prostate, just how I’d been shown last night, which had him roar in my ear as he filled me with his heat. We both withdrew our fingers and he collapsed against me, panting heavily as I buried my face in his neck, beyond happy. That was what we’d been missing all this time. Last night seemed a long distant memory in comparison to the feelings flooding my body right now. Incredible sex, with someone you loved, was even better. I moaned when he eventually lifted me off him and gently set my feet on the floor. He tipped my chin up, his eyes glistening with love as he dipped his head and kissed me gently. We didn’t say anything as we slowly soaped up and washed each other clean. It felt like a cleansing ritual, like we were washing each other’s sins away.

  When we were done he turned off the water and took my hand, leading me to the towel rail and securing the softest, warm and fluffy towel around my chest as he gently rubbed my hair with another. I put my palms on his broad chest and gazed up at him as he made sure all of the water had been squeezed out of my hair. Could each of us having sex with a stranger really have brought us closer? What seemed like a stupid decision yesterday, suddenly seemed to have been the most sensible thing we’d ever done. He kissed me again, winked at me, then turned to towel himself off. I stood watching his muscles rippling, the small beads of water still stubbornly clinging to his skin.

  ‘Brady,’ I whispered, feeling a need to confess everything. If we were going to do this I wanted a complete fresh start. Nothing between us.

  ‘Say nothing,’ he replied, tucking a towel around his slender waist. I was distracted for a moment, appreciating the way it hung from his hips. Showing off his toned abs and the cut over his hips. ‘Saying yes to being my wife is still a serious decision that shouldn’t be made while you’re high from an orgasm. I don’t want to know about last night, I don’t care if it was crap or amazing. All I care about is that you really consider whether you still want me, but you need to make up your mind in the next hour. I can’t give you longer, I’m on fucking tenterhooks here. When you’ve had time to think, send me a text and I’ll let you know what room I’m in and get Roger to disappear for a while.’

  ‘Come here, we have plenty of room,’ I offered, amazed at how well he was taking it.

  ‘No. You have Mandy, Sharon, your mum and Aunt Jayne all coming up soon for lunch and to have their hair and makeup done. This is between us, no one else. If you’re going to break my heart I don’t want you to do it with them all in the next room, giving me looks of bloody sympathy as I walk out.’

  ‘Brady,’ I objected, feeling my eyes filling up as he clasped my face and gazed down at me, his face full of love.

  ‘Just use the time wisely, pumpkin. Whatever you decide sets our future. There’s no coming back from the path you choose today.’ I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to stem the tears filling my eyes again. I felt him plant a tender kiss on my forehead and by the time I re-opened my eyes, I was all alone. I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself, missing him already. I left my hair to dry on its own, applied my deluxe moisturiser and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and an off the shoulder, batwing top, chosen deliberately for its ease to slip off without messing up my makeup or wedding hair. I sat cross legged on the bed for a while, running the decision I had to make through my mind. So much had happened, so many emotions and feelings and very little sleep. I suddenly leapt up. I didn’t need an hour. I knew what I wanted. I texted him.

  I’m ready. Where are you?

  Junior Suite, 498

  See you in a while

  I tucked my phone and key card in my back pocket and strode out to the lounge, checking my watch. It was already midday. Half an hour before all the girls would turn up for lunch and I’d need to be getting ready. Talk about cutting decision making fine.

  ‘Jesus, was that you who screamed earlier?’ demanded Mandy from her reclined pose on the sofa, a glass of chilled bubbly in her hand. ‘I thought these rooms were soundproofed, you just ruined that perk of an expensive penthouse.’

  ‘Hmmm, thanks for coming in to check I wasn’t being hacked to pieces by Gaston,’ I teased.

  ‘Please, that was a sex scream, I’ve done too many not to recognise them. So, rock your world did he?’

  ‘Who says it wasn’t me that rocked his?’

  ‘You’ve always rocked his, it was you that needed rocking,’ she nodded. I felt my cheeks colouring up as she stared at me, waiting for the details. ‘Come on, Sis. Seriously, dish the details. You’re gone from shy almost virginal prude, to exhibitionist wanton harlot overnight. Two cocks inside you with hardly a break for your fanny to recharge. It’s like we’ve swapped bodies or something. How did he take the news? Did you tell him?’

  ‘I didn’t need to, he guessed,’ I shrugged, biting my lip.

  ‘How big was Simon?’ she gasped. ‘Leave you with the bay of vagina, so wide Brady’s battleship navigated without touching the shores? Bet he felt like he was throwing a sausage up high street. I’m going to call you Bucket Fanny from now on.’

  ‘Honestly, you and Roger are so crass you’re perfectly suited,’ I chastised. ‘Let’s just say poor Brady wasn’t totally to blame with our lacklustre sex life. Sleeping with Simon last night showed me how to lower my inhibitions, give in to my wilder side and that I was sabotaging my own orgasms during sex by tensing up. It was an eye opener this morning.’

  ‘So, am I putting on the bridesmaid’s dress, or are we fleeing Thelma and Louise style, leaving all the guests wondering what the hell is going on?’

  ‘I’ve made up my mind,’ I confirmed.
‘But I think Brady deserves to hear that decision before anyone else.’

  ‘O come on!’ she groaned, melodramatically throwing an arm over her forehead as she flopped back onto the sofa. ‘I’m going to have everyone arriving shortly wondering where you are. What do I say?’

  ‘Stall and under no circumstances does any mention of Simon or bucket fannies come up, thank you very much,’ I warned with a pointed finger, before hurrying out towards the lift.

  Brady

  I paced the floor of the suite impatiently. My hands were restless. They were on my hips, in my hair, checking my phone for messages from her. When she finally texted to say she was on her way down, I had to go and pour myself a stiff drink. Surely over a decade of friendship and love outweighed less than sterling sex for her, especially after that revelation this morning. All it took was a bit of spontaneity from me, a bit more need and her weirdly more relaxed and less inhibited and … damn, what a difference. My arse clenched tightly at the thought of what she’d done. I’d never experienced any anal play before and I’d definitely never come so hard, but even that incredible sensation paled into insignificance against the moment she came with me inside her. The look on her face had warmed my heart, in fact it had nearly broken it to know how happy I’d made her. Happier than the guy who was buried inside her last night? I wondered. I shook my head and pinched the top of my nose. Part of me was desperate to know every single detail. Part of me knew it wouldn’t help. It was done. All that mattered now was whether we were getting married or not. I jumped startled as there was a knock at the door. I picked up the suite tablet and checked the camera feed to see it was her. I put it back down, blew out a deep breath and ran my hands over the slight stubble on my face. I hadn’t bothered shaving yet, unsure if it was worth me taking the time to make the effort.

  ‘Hi,’ she whispered as I flung the door open, her hands knotted in front of her. She looked amazing. Her face, natural with no hint of makeup, was just radiant. Her soft flowing locks were begging for me to run my fingers through them. Would I get to do that again?

  ‘Hi,’ I replied and stepped aside for her to enter. She walked through to stand by the floor to ceiling window, overlooking Green Park. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

  ‘No thanks,’ she smiled over her shoulder, my breath hitching as a halo of sunlight surrounded her head. She looked just like an angel standing there. Since I first saw her as a teenager she’d taken my breath away. Nothing had changed. Yet everything had changed. My love for her was the one constant in this sea of uncertainty of the last few days.

  ‘If it’s over, tell me fast and go. Better to break my heart quickly than draw it out,’ I ordered.

  ‘I’ll do it fast,’ she confirmed, turning to face me, my heart bottoming out in an instant. ‘I have a wedding to get ready for and you know how Mandy’s going to love supervising the makeup team and telling them where they went wrong.’ She grinned as she cocked her head at me. I took a number of short sharp breaths as my heart quickly fired up again, cantering rapidly.

  ‘You’re … we’re still getting married?’ I asked quietly, afraid to get my hopes up in case I’d misunderstood.

  ‘If you’ll still have me, after what I did,’ she replied, casting her eyes down at the floor, shame all over her face.

  ‘What we did,’ I corrected as I closed the gap between us, sweeping her up into my arms and spinning her around as I grinned. ‘We never talk of what either of us did again. It was needed to get us here today, but from now on it’s just you and me, pumpkin. Mr. & Mrs. Brady Collins. God, I nearly died just then. I thought you were leaving me.’

  ‘Brady,’ she sighed, reaching up to gently caress my cheeks. ‘You’re my best friend, where would I be without you? I can’t believe I let the lack of orgasms nearly blindside me to what else we have. I’d be lost without you. Millions of women have great sex but wish for a fraction of what we have. We have everything and great sex is something we can continue to work on together. After this morning’s result though, I’d better warn you that I’m going to want to work on it an awful lot more.’ She gave me a teasing smile, making me laugh. I kissed her and set her down, my arms wrapped tightly around her slim waist, never wanting to let her go again.

  ‘O trust me, we’re going to be doing so much work on it, especially during our two week honeymoon. I’m going to have you in bed for the whole of it, too exhausted from orgasms to even make it out of our villa.’

  ‘Music to my ears,’ she giggled. I kissed her again, drowning in the softness of her lips, the taste of her. I couldn’t wait to see her face when she realised that we were going to Bora Bora, to stay in one of those villas on stilts in the ocean. I knew it was her fantasy to go there one day and what my woman wanted, she got. Anything for her to grace me with that smile of hers.

  ‘God I love you, Lisa Roberts.’

  ‘And me you, Brady Collins. No one will ever take your place in my heart. I can’t wait to be your wife. Just think in eight years we might have a baby to love as well.’

  ‘You know what, if this monumental screw up of ours has taught me anything, fuck the life plan. Let’s be spontaneous. Come off the pill and let’s get you pregnant as soon as possible,’ I suggested. Surprised at how excited that rash statement made me feel.

  ‘Seriously?’ She stared up at me stunned.

  ‘Seriously. I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to be safe and conservative anymore. It’s not like we’re not financially secure. We’ve overcome this, we can handle anything life throws at us now.’

  ‘Anything,’ she repeated, a contented smile creeping across her beautiful face.

  ‘Anything,’ I confirmed. ‘Now shift that sexy as hell body out of this suite and go and get your dress on. I can’t wait to marry you and if you stay here much longer, Roger’s going to walk in and find me balls deep inside you again.’

  ‘We have a few minutes,’ she suggested, a blush covering her cheeks.

  ‘God, I so wish I could,’ I sighed. ‘But mother’s going frantic. She has some kind of surprise for me before her hair and makeup girl arrives in her suite … yep, there goes my mobile again,’ I laughed as I felt it vibrating in my back pocket. ‘She’s so excited, I don’t want to let her down. We’re not going to get to spend much time with our families for the next few weeks and today is an important day for them too. Go, be with them and make sure you’re on time. I’ve exhausted my patience on waiting for answers today.’

  ‘You don’t need to wait. I, Lisa Roberts, take you, Brady Collins, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to the day I die. I’ll be there on time.’

  ‘Shit,’ I moaned, my eyes welling with totally un-masculine tears. ‘Go, or I’ll carry you upstairs to make sure you are.’ I kissed her firmly and took her hand, leading her out of the suite and to the private lift, seeing her safely inside.

  ‘See you soon,’ she grinned, clutching her hands to her chest. I grinned like an idiot, keeping my eyes locked with hers until the doors finally closed, breaking our contact. I had to resist running up the corridor and leaping in the air, clicking my heels together as I whooped with joy. We’d just avoided a potential disaster and the biggest mistake of our lives by nearly walking away from each other. I headed towards my mother’s suite and knocked the door, wondering how many more surprises I could endure today.

  Til Death Us Do Part

  Lisa

  ‘Sweetheart, you look stunning,’ Mum sighed, dabbing at her eyes as she said her goodbyes.

  ‘Thanks, Mum,’ I beamed. God, in the space of twenty-four hours I’d experienced doubts, nerves, incredible highs and lows and now I was happier than ever. I was marrying the man of my dreams and absolutely nothing was lacking in our relationship.

  ‘I’d better go, everyone’s seated and ready in the gardens. I sneaked down earlier to have a look and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Brady’s gone all out. Lisa, that boy loves you so much, hang onto him.’

  ‘I intend to, Mum,’ I nodded, hugging her
tightly. I fluttered my hands in front of my eyes, determined not to cry as she disappeared with Aunt Jayne and Mandy’s best friend Summer to go and take their seats. Sharon, my other bridesmaid, was just finishing up with her hair and makeup, while Dad was having a cognac in the lounge, watching the start of some football match that he was gutted to be missing. I turned around and looked at Mandy, sitting on the edge of my bed. ‘So,’ I exhaled. ‘I’m doing it.’

  ‘Got to say I really didn’t see this happening when you staggered back in the early hours,’ she nodded, standing up to clutch both of my hands in hers as she looked me up and down. I did the same to her. I’d chosen royal purple knee length dresses for the bridesmaids, with lime green sashes. It suited Mandy’s dark hair so well. ‘Sis, Mum wasn’t flattering you. You really do look gorgeous. Brady’s going to cry when he sees you.’

  ‘He won’t cry,’ I laughed, squeezing her fingers tightly.

  ‘He will. He’s a guy in touch with his emotions, he won’t be afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve today. You’re both serious about this? The events of the last week aren’t going to raise their ugly head some time down the line?’

  ‘We’ve both decided to never discuss it again. In the grand scheme of things I think it’s brought us closer together.’

  ‘As long as you’re happy,’ she smiled, nodding her approval. ‘You two are my benchmark. One day I want to be you.’

  ‘Seriously?!’ I exclaimed, completely shocked. Mandy’s attitude to dating was hell no. She loved her freedom, being able to bed any guy she wanted, when and where she wanted, with no ties.

  ‘I’m having fun for now, but I’m not totally stupid. I know at some stage I’m going to want more, I just haven’t met the man yet that I want to have it with, that’s all,’ she shrugged nonchalantly.

  ‘Or maybe you have and you just won’t admit it to yourself,’ I winked.