“Just to be clear,” he said huskily, “this is my target.” With that, he circled a finger around her wet slit, before burying it inside of her. She jerked forward, moaning embarrassingly loud.
“That’s it,” she panted. He pushed his finger in and out a few more times before removing it. A protest was forming on her lips when she felt the big head of his cock lining up with her slick opening. She locked her arms, preparing for his thrust. He took her hips in his hands before burying his shaft deep inside of her. “Awww, yes!” she shouted as he stroked across her clit before rubbing against her G-spot. She wasn’t sure if she was light-headed from her vertical position or the fact that her body was nothing but one big mass of arousal.
When she began pushing her hips back to meet his driving thrusts, he moaned, “Damn, Gwen, you feel so good. You’re taking everything I give you and coming after more. Fuck!” The more he talked, the hotter she became. Hearing him talk about her body so intimately was sexier than she could have ever imagined. She felt like a supermodel as he praised her. She had never been happier to have a big backside because Dominic couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of it. In what was probably one of the most vocal sexual performances of her life, Gwen threw her head back and screamed like a banshee when her orgasm hit. Dominic thrust a couple more times and shouted his release as he continued to glide in and out of her, bringing them both down slowly. She could only imagine what his neighbors must be thinking. How thick could these apartment walls be?
Dominic pulled out of her and disposed of his condom, all the while keeping one hand on her waist. “I don’t think I can walk,” she said as she slowly straightened, attempting to work the kinks from her back. When he suddenly swung her up into his arms, she was speechless for a moment before stuttering out, “Dom, put me down. I’m too heavy.” Way to bring that to his attention, you idiot!
He shook his head as he looked down at her. “You’re not even remotely heavy, babe. I’m going to run us both a bath so we can relax. How does that sound?” Now he was truly something straight out of a romance novel. He cooked dinner, gave her multiple orgasms, said she was skinny—well, close enough—and now was carrying her to the bath. How was this man still single? Had no other woman discovered the hidden gem that was Dominic Brady? What was she missing? There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe he hogged the covers, farted in bed, and watched sports obsessively. Of course, she’d probably even be willing to overlook all of that. Just his sexual skills alone were worth a lot. Heck, if he took out the garbage and put the seat down on the toilet, she would marry him in a minute.
“That sounds amazing,” she murmured as he carried her effortlessly into the bedroom and sat her gently on the edge of the bed while he continued into the bathroom. She heard him whistling under his breath as he started the bathwater. She couldn’t resist getting to her feet and edging toward the open door to watch him. Oh myyyy, his firm ass was bent over the bathtub as he poured in something that looked like bath salts. He lowered his hand to check the water temperature and then turned to grab two towels from the cabinet behind him. When he also pulled out some candles and a lighter, she felt herself swoon until a thought occurred to her. There was no way he had known they would end up in the bath tonight. So, he was lighting another’s woman’s candles for her. Okay, maybe it was unreasonable to think that, but somehow it just felt wrong.
She had no idea that she had been scowling at the offending wax until he cleared his throat and held the fat candle up for her to see. “These are new, babe. My ever-hopeful and completely inappropriate sister left them the last time she visited. She claimed that if I were more romantic, I might find ‘the one.’ I tossed them in here so I would be prepared for the next power outage and that’s where they’ve been until now.” Suddenly, he looked achingly shy as he asked, “Do you like stuff like this? If you don’t, I can put them back.”
Gwen felt like a bitch as he looked away nervously. What was wrong with her? Wasn’t she always complaining about the men that she dated never putting her first or thinking of her needs? And here was Dominic, trying to do something sweet to please her. Only how had she handled it? Practically reduced him to vapors with the glare she had leveled on him. She was so used to being the one trying to make an impression that she didn’t know how to handle it when the other party was actually making an effort.