Sweet Seduction Sacrifice (31 page)

"So, what are we going to do today?" I asked, changing the subject.

He hesitated for a second or two, then said softly, his lips against my ear, "That was fast. I now intend to take you slow." My stomach pitched in a delightful way, as he reached for a sponge and squirted some body wash on it, then lazily started to wash my arms.

It felt so damn good. I let him lift one arm and then the other, and then he started rubbing circles on my stomach and between my breasts, up to my chin. Then the sponge was abandoned and he started soaping up his hands. Both came around my body and fastened onto my breasts, kneading, fondling, and then his finger and thumb tweaked my nipples, followed by a roll of each one. The soap making everything slippery between us. He focused there for several moments, then ran his hands down my sides and around to my back. The sponge came back and he lathered me up from shoulders to hips and then replaced the sponge with his chest and stomach.

The sensation of smooth, sleek, slippery soap between us was delightful. But he hadn't finished, he reapplied soap onto his hands and started massaging my hips and upper thighs, his strong fingers pressing into my flesh firmly, then alternating to a lighter touch, then back to firm again. His hands dipped between my thighs, a pool of molten lava shot straight to my centre.

"Spread your legs," he instructed.

I bit my lip, but complied, my knees falling out to either side of the tub, resting above his thighs. He shifted slightly behind me to get a better angle, and then one finger slipped between my creases, swirled around my clit, and then delved inside. My hips arched in invitation and he started to thrust first one, then two, fingers inside. My head fell back onto his shoulder, his breath washed against my ear at the side.

"First," he whispered, "I'm going to taste you here." His fingers thrust and then twisted slightly inside to emphasise exactly where he wanted to taste me. I groaned at the effect his movements and words were having on me. "I'm going to make you come and I'll drink it all down. Then" - his fingers did another twist, I gasped and bucked my hips, thinking I didn't need him to taste me, I was going to come right here and now from his simple - or not so simple - touch - "I'm going to fuck you slowly, to begin with, teasing another orgasm out of that sweet, sweet pussy. Making you beg for more. Then when you're putty in my hands, so sated you can't lift a single limb off the bed, I'm going to flip you over and take you hard. That's for me, because I know watching you come," another twist of his fingers, another groan from my lips, "is going to be my downfall. I almost came watching you against my front door yesterday. Watching you come when I'm inside you, is simply too much, sweetheart."

A final twist of his fingers, followed by a rub of his thumb against my nub and I shuddered against him, an orgasm slamming into me and sweeping me away, almost blind-siding me, despite the fact I knew it was building. He'd somehow managed to tip me over that final edge before my mind had cottoned on.

"There it is," he whispered and ground his erection against my back. "Christ, you are beautiful when you come. I could watch you all day."

I think I moaned, his fingers were still lazily swirling through my folds, bringing me back down again, but his obvious arousal behind me was making me feel just as turned on as I was before he'd made me come. If he kept this up I would be an over sensitised mess before lunch time. I wasn't sure I had it in me to match his stamina, and then he nibbled on my earlobe, rubbed himself shamelessly against me and I reconsidered that thought.

"Out," he commanded, disentangling himself from me and getting up out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and held it out for me, his beautiful body dripping water onto the floor at his feet, rivulets running over his fine muscles, making it hard for me to look anywhere else.

I struggled up out of the water, my body not obeying my commands. He gave me a smug grin, then helped steady me as I clambered over the edge of the bath to be wrapped up in the white fluffy towel he held. He quickly dried me, then did the same to himself while I leaned against the vanity and watched. His eyes held mine the entire time, but he wasn't mucking around. Within seconds we were both dry, the full bath abandoned and Dominic's fingers entwined with mine.

He led me back into the bedroom, tossed my bag on the bed aside and then turned to lift me up from under the armpits and toss me onto the centre of the bed. Ah, here was the Dominic I had expected upon arrival in the house. He crawled up my body, smothering my frame with his as his lips claimed my mouth. The kiss was fast and furious, no holds barred, complete capitulation required. I gave myself over to him, running one hand through his thick hair and the other over his broad back. Savouring the silky smoothness of his skin and the hard ridges of his muscles. He was simply perfect in every way.

Then his lips left mine and trailed down my body, languidly laying a path to my groin. Knowing his intentions made his slow progress that much more torturous. I knew what the end goal was going to be, he'd laid his plan out in detail, and now all I could think of was him completing the deed. The longer he took, the more frustrated, yet turned on I got. I wanted him between my legs, I
knew
he was going to be between my legs, but he took his sweet friggin' time.

By the time he made it there, it took only a couple of sweeps of his tongue and I was gone. I heard him mutter, "Christ" against my centre and then he was frantically licking and sucking and drinking my orgasm down, stretching it out longer than I'd ever had before. Making me buck and writhe beneath him, my hand in his hair, forcing his head to stay where it was, while
I
unashamedly took every thing he had to offer. Relished it, devoured it, celebrated it all.

I was in
so
much trouble. The after effects of that orgasm were too much. I lay totally relaxed against the bed, thinking only of curling up and sleeping for the rest of the day, but feeling so very much alive. My whole body tingled, yet felt elasticised, as though if I tried to walk I would simply flow like a ribbon to the floor. Twisting and turning on the air in a mesmerising pattern; beautiful, sensual, replete. I'd had good sex before, but never had I had sex that made me feel like I was inside another body, someone else's body, because this body I had right now, couldn't possibly be mine. It was heavenly, but Dominic wasn't finished.

"Oh no you don't, lovely," he husked as he shifted my legs and laid himself between my thighs. His lips came down and coaxed a kiss out of me. When his tongue swept inside my mouth and my tongue automatically met it, I could taste myself on him. But I could also taste him, so the combination was intriguing and I decided I liked it very much. Me mixed with him. It felt right. "You are not going to sleep after coming so spectacularly against my mouth," Dominic whispered, bringing me back to the room. "After I get a taste of you and only want more and more," he added, his hard length teasing my entrance, a sweep up and then a slow sweep back down through my folds.

I moaned, it was a half turned on, half replete and wanting to sleep kind of sound. He made that delightful cough-which-could-have-been-a-laugh noise above me, that I associated only with him, and that made me smile no matter how tired I felt.

"You've got one more in you," he urged.

"I don't think I have," I murmured against his lips, surprising myself that I could talk at all.

"Don't give up on me yet, sweetheart," he whispered against my ear and I had the strange feeling he wasn't just talking about here and now, that there was a deeper meaning, but I lost it as soon as I thought it, with another teasing sweep of his shaft through my wet folds.

His hand dipped down between us, his finger sliding inside without warning.

"Oh, yeah," he rasped. "Wet, so fucking wet for me." He flicked his thumb against my nub making me groan. It was loud. Louder than I expected. So loud it woke me up a little from the fog he'd covered me in. "You want me," Dominic advised, a little arrogantly I thought.

"I want you
now
," I shot back, a little of the Genevieve Cain fire back, "not next week. So, get on with it." I rocked my hips up, letting him know exactly what I wanted.

He laughed, a full laugh, no cough this time. "You are adorable," he said and on those words slowly sank his shaft inside.

He didn't hurry, just as he promised, he took his time and drew it out. As soon as he got me close to orgasming, he'd pull back, shift his hips, deny me what my body craved. He said he'd tease an orgasm out of me, I hadn't realised he'd actually
tease
me in the process.

"Dominic," I chastised. "Finish it already."

"I'm having fun," he answered, rolling his hips in a way that stretched me delightfully and made me dig my fingers into his back, nails clawing skin. "When you're on top, you can chose the pace, but when I'm driving, I'm in charge," he explained.

I kind of liked the idea that he'd give me control like that. I'd got the impression that in bed, like in most things, Dominic would always be the one calling the shots.

"I'll believe
that
when I see it," I muttered and then gasped as he rubbed against me in exactly the right spot.

"Sweetheart," he husked above me, "I'm going to show you it all."

It was a promise, and it warmed me from the inside out. I found myself hugging him closely, my arms tightening around his upper back, making him press a little more of his weight into me. I didn't care, I needed to have him close. In that second I wanted, no I
needed
, to believe it could last.

"Genevieve," he murmured in my ear, his whole body flush against mine, his face nestled in the curve of my neck and shoulder, his hips still rocking against me in a delicious rhythm. "My sweet, sweet Genevieve."

I knew he'd recognised my response to his promise. I didn't have time to regret showing that side of myself, because he chose that moment to let me come. I say, let me come, because he was most definitely in charge, and all it took was a change of angle, a slight increase in pressure at just the right spot and I was coming, hard and long and calling his name without even realising I was.

"Oh, bloody hell," he said above me, a change from his normal curse.

It took several long seconds before I could open my eyes and look at him. He had slowed his movements down, barely pulling in and out, and when I focused on him, a ridiculous smile curving my lips, I saw him grinning. But he was also sweating, a small muscle in his jaw twitching at the amount of control it was taking not to give in and find his own release.

That made me smile harder, because it said a lot about the man making love to me right now. He stuck to his word, he'd promised to fuck me one way, and although I didn't feel so much as fucked as I did loved, he was sticking to his plan.

"Your turn," I told him and his grin widened into a full blown smile that stole my breath away.

"It's going to be fast and hard, sweetheart," he advised. "Can you take that?"

I nodded and before the movement was over he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, then placed a hand at one hip, lifting my rear up off the bed and guided himself back inside.

Holy cow I could feel more of him this way. Every inch of his hard length, every ridge, every slide in and out. I could feel him right at the very back of me. So far inside it almost hurt, but although he'd said it would be fast and hard, he was allowing me time to adjust to the size of him from this angle.

"Play with yourself," he commanded.

"I don't think..." I started, about to tell him I was completely orgasmed out.

"Do it," he rasped. "It'll make it easier to take you hard and deep."

Oh. I shifted my cheek to the bed and reached between my legs and began to swirl my fingers over my sensitive spot, then because I couldn't help investigating, I reached a little further and placed a finger either side of his shaft, feeling him pull out and slide back in right where we connected.

"Christ," he murmured behind me, back on to his favourite curse word for now. "Are you ready?" he asked, but I could hear the strain in his voice.

I moved my fingers back to where they'd stimulate me the most, rubbed and circled the right spot, groaned out a yes and felt him slam hard inside in one long plunge.

"Oh my God," I groaned into the bedspread. He was so deep and it felt so good. I started playing with myself in earnest then, determined to come before he finished himself off.

"Christ, Genevieve," he said behind me. "You are so fucking unbelievable." And then he was gone, in a flurry of hard and deep and fast and urgent and my body rocked against the bedspread, his thighs slammed against my rear, his fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back against each thrust, burying himself deep and groaning on each plunge.

It was so incredibly erotic. He'd made love to me before, but he was definitely fucking me now and I
adored
it. I'd had more than my fair share of orgasms, he'd seen to that, but I still wanted another. I wanted desperately to come while he fucked me so very hard, while he took me the way only Dominic could.

"Now!" he ordered, well aware I was trying to match his release. I was close, so very close, but I couldn't quite make it and that only made me more desperate and turned on and the moan that escaped my lips was one of frustration and sensual delight, but totally not what I wanted. I wanted to come.