Page 41 of Love Unexpected
Firm hands grip my butt as he pushes me back into the sheets, nestling his naked body between my legs as we continue a kiss, so desperate it makes me weak. Hands snake their way into my hair, freeing my tresses from the confines of my hair tie and then he weaves his hands through them as he continues to kiss me. I can’t escape the mewl that leaves my lips as he breaks our kiss, but it soon becomes a moan when his lips trail behind my ear and down my neck and shoulder. “Stassia, you’re sure you’re ready for this? This is something…we can’t take back.” His blue eyes bore into mine and I can see the concern flashing across his face, but beneath that, beneath this facade of the responsible man momentarily trying to break through is someone else. Someone wild and uninhibited and potentially dangerous.
But I want it andhim.
“Because we can take back any of the other things we did tonight?” I raise not only an eyebrow, but my pelvis, grinding myself against the area just above his cock and the feeling of his pubic hair scraping along my clit makes me ready to jump out of my skin.
“Stassi…” He looks down between us and I follow his gaze towards his cock that’s erect and currently dripping pre-cum onto my glistening flesh. He lowers himself slowly, too fucking slowly and when I try and raise myself up again, his hand almost painfully grips my hips. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” he says quietly. A breath escapes between each word and I know without a doubt if I press my hand to his chest, I’ll feel his heart pounding.Mine certainly is.
He lowers himself so that his tip has pushed slightly through my slit and my eyes widen in fascination as he grips his cock and slides it through my lips back and forth. Slow at times and faster at others.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to come again if you keep doing that.” I’m trying my best to keep my eyes open because watching him tease me this way is almost as delicious as the feeling.
His cock pushes through and I can feel him at my entrance, pressing against me slowly and I want nothing more than for him to push through to claim me. Own me. Even if it’s just for the night, I want to be his.
“Dominic…” My lips part and my tongue darts out to wet the dryness. Dominic, who’s watching my mouth in fascination, slips two fingers past my lips and into my mouth.
“Wet them.” He commands and I close my lips around his fingers and suck, swirling my tongue around his fingers. I bite down playfully and he chuckles before removing his fingers from my mouth and places them in his briefly, before pressing them to my sex. He continues to rub my clit as he inches further inside of me, slowly tempering the pain with pleasure.
I am trying to steady my breathing and focus on his fingers on my clit and not the searing pain moving outwards from my pelvis. I look down to find him not even halfway wedged inside but despite the pain, I feel a flutter in my stomach. A flutter that meant so many things. Thoughts of guilt and betrayal swirl around me and tug my heart and mind in a completely different direction. But my body wants this.Needs this.Feelings of lust take over, removing any traces of guilt from my mind and I remind myself that Dominic isn’t cheating on my mother. My mother left him. She left me.
She left us when we needed her and maybe this is a fucked up way to grieve, but it’s too late to turn back.
“You okay?” he asks and I nod as I’m brought back into the present and out of the probing judgmental thoughts of my subconscious. He nods in response and pushes a little further and I notice that his hands that are still gripping my hips tightly are trembling.He’s holding back so he doesn’t hurt me.The need to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel takes over my senses.
“Dominic, just push all the way in.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care, Dominic, just…I need it and so do you. Make me a woman. Make me…yours.” I lift my head, brushing my lips against his and down his throat. He relinquishes his grip on me to allow me to continue my trail across his shoulders.
“You feel so good, baby. I don’t want to lose control. I can never lose control with you.”
“Lose control? How?”
“I’d hate myself if I hurt you.” He ignores my question as he turns his penetrating gaze away from me and focuses on a spot next to my head.
“Hurt me?” Thoughts of that book and BDSM and Rihanna’s song about whips and chains float through my head and I briefly wonder if my stepfather has other predilections.
“I can get pretty aggressive when I fuck,” he tells me. He pushes me into the mattress and a hand snakes up my body and wraps around my throat. “I like to fuck hard.”
Intrigue spikes in my veins which is louder than my mind screaming at me to run. Run from this completely fucked up situation that will have me sitting on the couch of a therapist’s office in ten years explaining how I fucked my stepfather because I was horny and lonely and confused over this whole bullshit year.
But the part that seems to be controlling all of my actions screams to run through the door he’s holding open. I raise my pelvis again, pushing him further inside and I wince at the intensifying pinch but another swipe over my clit makes the feeling subside. “Fuck…me…hard,” I choke out.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Princess.”
“I know I want what you want.”
“Once I start…”
“You won’t hurt me; I know that much. Don’t say you won’t be able to stop because you would if I asked you to.” I reach around him and grab his perfectly sculpted ass and push him harder inside of me and he lets out a growl so sexy and wicked, I almost come. I’m about to urge him again when he pushes completely inside ripping through my hymen. My hands fly to his shoulders and I dig my nails furiously into his hard broad shoulders as a scream flies from my mouth.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m sorry!”
“Keep. Going,” I grit out, knowing that the pleasure will eventually take over after we’ve begun a rhythm. He pulls my hands from his shoulders and before I can think they’re by my ears on each side, with his hands pinning them down. I look into his eyes and see him looking down at me in question.
“Is this okay?” he asks, assumedly in reference to being restrained and I nod.
“Yes.” His hands slide into mine as his thrusts begin to become more erratic. He fucks me like he’s starved for me. His lips are on mine. Then my neck. Then my right nipple, then my left. He’s everywhere, starting a fire on my skin he has no intention of putting out; all the while his cock drills into me, fucking me relentlessly, punishingly, bruisingly. His hands leave mine and slide down my body back to my hips.