Page 58 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Leslie sighed and moved as if to lie down again. “Good night, Alex.”

He let her lie down.

Waited several beats.

The struggle inside him was huge, but in the end, it was easily won.

Slowly, he laid down.

She was stiff next to him, but when he put his hand on her hip, her gaze darted to his. He saw the hope in them.

“If we do this, you have to know I can’t give you more than what we’d have here, Leslie. I need to know you can accept that.”

“I can, Alex. I swear. If we do this, I’ll do it with my eyes wide open. I know you feel you can’t have me, and I’ll respect that. But I know now that you really do want me, and I want you, so please, let us have what we both want.”

He sucked in air through his nose before slowly releasing it. He imagined all the possibilities. What they could have together, even only temporarily.

How maybe memories of this place, these people, the things he remembered with only regret and grief, could be replaced with memories of beauty.

Memories of the time Leslie was his.

“Alright. We’ll take what we want while we’re here. But on one condition. I won’t fuck you. I won’t take your virginity.

“Alex—”

“That’s my condition.”

She scowled. “Fine.”

He couldn’t help it. He laughed.

“What’s so funny,” she asked nastily.

“This. Us.” He shook his head. “I won’t take your virginity, Leslie. But other than that, all bets are off. I will show you what your body is capable of. What we’re capable of together. Just be sure.”

“I’m sure, Alex.”

“Then it’s done. Now,” he reached out, cupped her face, and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Can I touch you?”

Her laughter was sweet as she said, "You're already touching me."

He didn't need reminding of the heat of his skin beneath his palm. "This isn't touching you.”

She was very silent then. It didn’t matter. Her sheer presence was loud. Big. With her lying beside him, it was so easy to imagine she was his entire world.

"Touch me then," Leslie whispered.

Her command sent a jolt to his cock.

Alex lowered his hand from Leslie's cheek and slipped it beneath her night dress. He ran his fingers over the bare skin of her waxed pussy. “It was daring of you, not wearing your underwear. Were you planning something, minx?”

“Not planning, but ever hopeful.”

He chuckled, then cupped her pussy. Leslie shuddered. It aroused him beyond belief that she was so responsive to him.

When Alex found Leslie already wet for him, he sank his teeth into his bottom lip.

Alex teased her a little, keeping his touch as light as a feather along her folds, around the entrance to her pussy.