The Domville 6 (The Domville #6) (8 page)

‘No. I’m starving and I need to be sure you’re serious
before I even think about taking this further, Fin,’ I stated, amazing myself
at my strength, when all I wanted was for him to kiss me. All I wanted was for
him to show me why all the women he’d fucked were left distraught when he was
done with them.

He sighed and gave a brief nod, lifted me up and sat me
back down on the bed. I watched, trying to regulate my breathing again, as he
picked up his shirt and waistcoat from the floor and headed out to the lounge
to go and get the door. Holy shit. Was this really happening? Was he serious?
All those years of repressed feelings and desire for him were battering my
senses. Even if it was just a ploy to get in my knickers, did I really want to
deny myself the satisfaction? I might regret it if we had sex and he broke my
heart again, but surely regretting a missed opportunity would be even worse. I
heard him talking in the lounge and pulled my knees up to my chest, then tucked
the duvet around me, biting my lip as he strode back in with a tray. Jesus, he
looked amazing.

‘If you’re blowing me off for food, you’d better make
damn sure you eat every last mouthful,’ he warned, with a twinkle in his eye. I
choked and coughed at the thought of blowing him off. I’d never even seen him
naked, but from what I’d felt rubbing against me earlier, I couldn’t wait.
‘Still got a dirty mind, I see,’ he chuckled as he placed the tray next to me.

‘It’s you, you say things that lead me there.’

‘This is your food, no watching my arse as I go to get
mine,’ he winked.

‘Please, I’ve seen your arse in boxers a million times,
it’s nothing special,’ I retorted, lifting a cloche to grab some fries and chewing
on them as I flashed a look at his backside retreating. It
was
special.
High and tight with a seriously sexy curve to it. I chomped on my fries,
imagining my teeth chowing down and biting his flesh, then choked again as he
looked over his shoulder to catch me staring and grinned at me.

‘Special enough to have you salivating,’ he called. I
shook my head to rid myself of indecent thoughts and grabbed my burger. I
seriously was starving after not eating since lunch yesterday, then throwing up
earlier. Fin came and sat on the bed with his food. He’d ordered the same and
made me a cup of tea, milky with two sugars, just how I’d always taken it.

‘You remembered,’ I mumbled, covering my mouth as I spoke
with a mouthful of the best burger I’d ever eaten.

‘Never forgot a thing about you, Freckles. So, tell me
all about you. What have I missed?’

He piled up the plates and cleared the bed of the trays
after we’d eaten and talked. We’d just slipped back into our old relaxed banter
as I’d filled him in on work, my business, parents and my string of shitty
relationships. I didn't admit that not one of them had worked out because I
kept comparing them to him. He disappeared to the bathroom and I giggled as I
heard him peeing, then listened for the ritualistic washing of his hands. He
always used to take ages doing that. I heard him brushing his teeth, then bit
my lip as he came out and headed towards me.

‘So,’ I breathed. ‘What now?’ I was all talked out, and my
stomach was sated. The only thing that wasn’t satisfied was my body. I had an
unbearable itch and only Finian could scratch it.

‘I don’t know about you, but I’m knackered. That bed and
some shut eye is looking seriously inviting,’ he nodded as he walked past where
I was sitting and went to skirt around it.

‘O … ok,’ I replied, trying to hide the disappointment in
my tone. I screamed as he took me by surprise and whipped the duvet straight
off the bed.

‘You still haven’t learned when I’m teasing you?’ he
laughed.

Toni

My whole body started to tremble with nerves as he slowly
crawled up the bed towards me. Shit, was this really happening? Were we
actually about to have sex? The colour of a tempestuous Celtic sea had nothing
on his dark blue eyes, fuelled with desire, as he approached me. I felt like a
teenager again, in the first flush of lust, as he moved to hover over my body.
Neither of us said a word, we just held each other’s gaze, our chests rising
and falling rapidly, the sound of our heavy breathing filling my ears. My
senses were heightened with exquisite anticipation as everything south of my
navel contracted and my pussy throbbed. I didn’t need to look down at his shirt
I was wearing to know that my nipples had pebbled and were probably obvious. I
did look down though, a gentle whimper leaving my throat as my eyes travelled
down his tight, toned body and saw the erection straining in his boxers.

‘Tell me you’re on birth control, Freckles,’ he rasped,
his voice hoarse with need. ‘I don’t want anything between us our first time. I
want to feel you, feel your warm, tight muscles clenching my shaft as we fuck
for the first time.’

‘I am,’ I squeaked. ‘Are you … are you …’ I gritted my
teeth and closed my eyes as he lowered his head and his lips meandered up and
down my neck.

‘I’m clean. I got tested and I’ve been celibate since
January. I’ve not slept with anyone since I realised that you were all that I
wanted. Tell me I can fuck you without protection, Freckles,’ he murmured as he
nibbled my ear lobe. This was it. If I said yes, there was no going back. If we
crossed that line and things got awkward, our friendship was over for good.
Then again, it had been over for ten years anyway and all I had was a bellyful
of regret that I’d never satisfied my sexual cravings for him. I had nothing
left to lose, except more of my heart if he hurt me again. I made up my mind in
an instant. My heart was his anyway, it would always be his. If he walked away,
he may as well take it with him, as I’d have no more use for it.

‘Fuck me, Finian,’ I ordered breathlessly as I breathed
in his unique scent. ‘Fuck me like it’s our one and only time, the last time
either of us will ever have sex. Show me what I’ve been missing. Show me why
they all cried on my shoulder when you left them high and dry.’

‘I left them because they weren’t you, Freckles. None of
them were you. Christ, I want you so badly,’ he uttered.

It happened in a blur, so fast, but at the same time much
too slow. One of his hands palmed the side of my face and tilted my head as his
lips crashed down on mine. There were no pleasantries this time. He levered my
lips apart with his tongue and dove straight in, thrusting against mine, then sweeping
over the roof of my mouth before returning to duel with me. I collapsed back
onto the bed, my hands reaching up to grasp his wavy hair, tugging it hard,
mashing our mouths together until there wasn’t a millimetre between them. His
body smothered mine, the weight of his muscular frame so comforting. Even if
this was it, if we never took it any further, I was sure I could die happy
right now. I heard a deep groan rumble up from his chest and I swallowed it,
wanting to savour every moment of his desire for me. I was so scared that once
he satisfied that curiosity, I’d be left for another agonising, indefinite
period of time without him. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist,
grinding myself up into his pelvis. He groaned again, one hand slipping under
my shoulders to palm my back and hold me close. I’d never done drugs, never
experienced a junkie’s high, but I had a feeling it would be something akin to
my response to him right now. I felt completely weightless, blissed out on just
his kisses.

He pushed his pelvis down, forcing my hips back onto the
bed and my legs dropped and widened, allowing him to settle between them. His
hand below me moved from my shoulders down to my backside, then up under his
shirt, then down into the lace of my knickers. He cupped one of my buttocks and
squeezed, making me exhale sharply. Our kissing was becoming frantic, his lips
were bruising mine with the urgency in them. We were at risk of igniting with
the heat building up between us. No wonder all those girls were bereft when he
dumped them. We hadn’t even had sex yet, but he was ruining me for all other men
on the strength of his kisses alone. No one was ever going to measure up. He
suddenly yanked his hand out of my knickers and squeezed it between our bodies,
reaching up to quickly start undoing the buttons of his shirt that he’d made me
wear. I let go of his hair and did the same, starting from the bottom to speed
up the process. I wanted nothing between us. I wanted to feel his warm skin
against mine, but most of all I wanted him inside me. The throbbing of my core
was reaching unbearable levels. I’d never felt such need for anyone in my life.

He broke our kisses, leaving us both gasping for air as
he decided we were undoing his shirt too slowly and ripped it open, the last
remaining buttons pinging off and flying across the room. He spread it open,
propping himself up on one forearm as he ran a palm over my stomach, then
slowly up my body, between my heaving breasts and up to my throat. He held it,
firmly, but without choking me, as his lips bore down on mine again. This time,
his kisses were hungry and vicious. He nipped and bit my lower lip, growling
and grinding his erection against the apex of my thighs as he did. Sparks of
pleasure shot through my core, my clit responding with a twitch as a cry left
my lips. I was so swollen and wet down there, more than I think I’d ever been
in my life. My body just knew that this was my ideal mate, before we’d even taken
that final step.

He suddenly broke all contact as he sat back on his heels
and shoved his hands through his unruly hair, his gaze hooded as he chewed on
his lower lip. I lay there panting, looking up at him, dreading the words “
This
was a mistake”
leaving his lips. I propped myself up on my elbows as I
looked up at him, confused. He shook his head as he slowly raked his eyes from
mine, all the way down my body, devouring every inch of me. He lingered on that
sodden triangle of lace, then scanned his way back up. He reached down and ran
a finger over my lips, so I kissed it, making his eyes darken. I suddenly felt
brave. He wasn’t running, he was taking a moment to acknowledge what was
happening. I was trying to capture every moment, to solidify my memories for
when I didn’t have him anymore, maybe he was doing the same. I moved my head,
taking his finger deep into the recesses of my mouth, then sucked, twirling my
tongue around it.

A primal grunt escaped him as his free hand reached down
to squeeze his erection tightly. I slowly dragged my lips up his finger,
flicking at the tip with my tongue. I noticed his grip on his cock tighten as
he stroked it a few times over his boxers. God, what I wouldn’t give to have
that in my mouth instead. To taste him, to swallow him and see the look on his
face as he came. He suddenly ripped his finger from my mouth and jerked me up
off the bed to a sitting position. His lips sought mine out again, stinging
them as he peppered them with hundreds of kisses while his fingers slid the
shirt off my shoulders. I wriggled to free my hands of the material and he
grabbed it and tossed it to the floor before moving his fingers to quickly undo
the hooks of my bra. His touch was electric. Everywhere our bodies were joined,
I felt a pleasurable burn.

I helped him shimmy my bra away, then gasped as he
roughly pushed me back down onto the bed. His hands gripped my waist, his
thumbs stroking as he stared at my chest. My nipples were like bullets and they
felt ready to explode as well. Agonisingly slowly, he drew his hands up my
body, inching closer and closer. My lips parted as I panted, trying to keep
myself from passing out at the thought of him touching me in such an intimate
place. I gasped as he finally cupped them, his thumbs sweeping over my puckered
nipples. He may as well have been touching my clit for the jolt of sensation
that hit both places at once. His fingers kneaded my flesh as his thumbs
circled and flicked repeatedly. I couldn’t stop my hips from flexing, I needed
some pressure on my aching clit, desperately. He bent down and his lips parted
as he took my right nipple in his warm mouth. I sobbed as he forcefully sucked
it, like he was trying to drag an orgasm right out of me from this stimulation
alone. If he carried on, I was quite sure that he could.

‘Finian!’ I cried, as his tongue worked over my tip. ‘
Please.
’

‘Do you want me, Freckles? Do you want to feel me inside you,
thrusting into you? Christ, I want that too, but I want to taste you first.
I’ve spent months dreaming of licking your pussy, of teasing your clit until
you were sobbing my name. I’ve tried to imagine how you’d taste. Whether you’d
fight coming, or whether you’d tighten your thighs around my ears and ride my
face as you climaxed. Which will it be?’

‘Total surrender,’ I panted. ‘Pass me a cowboy hat, I’m
about to show you how good I can ride.’

‘I’d love to see you in chaps, the cheeks of your sexy
arse on display as you mount me in reverse. Christ, I’ve imagined every single
position with you, Freckles. I don’t know where to begin.’

‘You can begin by shutting up and showing me some of that
legendary action, Finian Delany,’ I ordered. He lifted his mouth from my
breast, his mouth breaking into one of his swoonworthy, lopsided dimpled grins,
his eyes sparkling with life.

‘O my wild, insatiable Freckles. I can see I’m going to
have to tame you.’

‘You need to break me in first,’ I reminded him. I
dropped my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes, letting out a whimper as
he kissed his way down my body. His tongue circled my belly button before he
lay a trail of kisses from one hip to the other.

‘You have a perfect body,’ he whispered as he moved
lower.

‘Yours isn’t so bad either,’ I teased, then moaned as he
ran his nose up the wet lace of my knickers.

‘Fuck, you’re soaking. That’s so hot,’ he groaned. I felt
his fingers grip the material on each hip and pull. I lifted my hips and he
pushed my legs up in the air, whipping my knickers off me. He then grabbed my
ankles and forced my feet back down onto the bed, spreading them wide around
him. My fingers tightened on the fitted sheet below me as I scrunched up my
face in embarrassment. He was looking at my naked pussy for the first time.
Finian Delany was about to lick me! I nearly passed out with the heady rush
that thought gave me. ‘Gorgeous,’ he mumbled. ‘Just like my girl.’

My girl?
What was that supposed to mean, I
wondered. The thought was soon chased from my mind as his tongue swept over my
engorged clit and a tremor shook my body. My toes curled and my fingers gripped
the sheet even harder. He did it again, then forced his tongue into my swollen
flesh and dragged it from bottom to top, before nipping my clit gently between
his teeth.

‘Jesus,’ I moaned, thrusting my hips up towards his face.
I wanted more, I wanted all of him. I soon wanted to revise that statement as
he feasted on me. I was sobbing, not knowing what was coming next as he sucked,
bit, probed, licked, teased and added his fingers to the mix as well. My God,
he was as skilled as all those girls had said. I could feel my core tightening,
the surges of heat gathering in my belly, my back arching as I writhed below
him. I was so close to shattering into the most powerful orgasm I’d ever
experienced. ‘Fin,’ I sobbed.

‘Come on, Freckles, give it to me,’ he ordered, his
fingers pumping inside me as his lips enveloped my pulsating clit. My hips
flexed faster and faster as my fingers moved down to his head and grasped at
his hair. My feet left the bed and my ankles locked behind his shoulders, my
thighs holding his head in a vice like grip. I heard him groan as I felt a wave
of arousal soaking his fingers, his tongue lapping at it in an instant. I
didn’t want to come, I wanted this feeling to last forever, but I was
powerless. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as my body started to judder, my
back arching even higher as the volcano inside me erupted.

‘Fin, shit, shit …
Fin,
’ I cried, as my vision
blurred and blood roared in my ears. Everything sounded muffled and far away as
my climax ravaged me, my body jerking against his face violently as I reached
my peak. I sank back down into the mattress, not even sure of my own name as I
felt tender kisses moving up my body and heard Fin’s voice softly soothing me.

‘Jaysis, Freckles. Do you always come so hard, or were
you just pleased to see me?’ he murmured in my ear. I giggled as I tried to
come down from the most intense orgasm of my life.

‘It’s been a while,’ I offered, opening my eyes, trying
to focus my blurred vision. I smiled happily as his handsome face came into
view.