Ink & Lust

Chapter 19

"Ahhh..."

Amila breathed out the sound, her mouth was unable to seal itself back together as she drugged in another ragged breath. Dominic's strokes were relentless; long and deep. He hit spots within her that she didn't know needed to be touched, areas she didn't even know could be reached. It had been over thirty minutes since she woke up from a restful sleep in need to empty her bladder and when she returned to the bed his eyes found her in the darkness.

Light smooches and playful touching turned into passionate kissing and determined caresses. Making out wasn't enough to curb his appetite nor was it simmering the fire that ignited below her stomach. She needed more and he was willing to give her just what she craved. She gripped the silk sheets tightly as he held her firmly in place with his hands clinging to her waist bringing her derriere back flush against his torso. She hadn't been to yoga in a handful of months but her downward dog was impeccable.

"This...pretty...pussy was...made for...me." He gruffed out, gliding back into her wonderland, her walls hugging his manhood as if he'd been gone for too long.

Her reply to his dirty words didn't flare in her mind, behind her clenched eyes. She lost the ability to conjure a thought beyond the lusciously pleasurable strokes he provided. Enunciation evaded her. Words evaporated in her consciousness. English abandoned her nor could she string syllables together. Nothing but gibberish streamed from her mouth. He was fucking her speechless; a phenomenon for her since she was bilingual.

"Dripping and tight..." He leaned down to rasp the words in her ear. "Damn, Swan...fuck"

"Ahh....ahh..." She moaned out in response.

Her need for release was upon her as the rich aroma of their sex hovered around them like a cloud. She was no longer on cloud nine; he had her floating in the universe. A supernova exploded in her womb raining on his rocket ship. Stars were birthed behind her eyelids as he blasted off with her body still quaking. He dropped his hands next to hers still clinging to the sheets then lowered his chest against her back without bearing the brunt of his weight on her. His body blanketed hers, covering her in an enveloping warmth that enhanced the euphoria of her orgasm.

They stayed that way until their breaths evened out and their heartbeats no longer rammed in a rushed syncopated beat. She felt slightly empty when he pulled out of her but when he turned on his back and pulled her back into his body she felt full again.

"How do you feel?" He asked in a hushed tone stroking the small of her back with his thumb.

Her chest was still rising and falling a measure above resting as she gave him a lopsided smile.

"Is that you're a roundabout way of asking if it was good?" She didn't lift her head from his chest, just glanced up to see his lips curve

"I know it was good." His deep voice was painted with an emotion that she easily detected.

"Cocky, much." She chuckled out sliding her hand up his chest adoring the pounding of his heart.

He draped his hand over hers, stopping its movement. "Not cocky. Just attentive." He tucked her hair behind her ear to let the moon's glow shine upon her face. "I was actually referring to earlier. When you were crying."

"Oh my God." She groaned pulling away from him to cover her face with her hands. She couldn't believe she broke into tears. "You're going to think it's some weird virgin thing."

"I don't know what to think." He lightly tugged at her wrist until she let one hand fall. "That's why I asked. Dopamine and Oxytocin are powerful chemicals, you never know the effect they'll have."