I didn't care about any of this.
"Why are you even here? How did you talk Branna into lettin' you come in here?"
He kissed the back of my head and forced his hand around mine and rested it on my stomach. "I told her the truth, that I missed you and just wanted to sleep next to you."
The layer of ice that had formed around my heart because of our fight melted after he finished speaking. I turned around to face him.
"You missed me?" I asked.
He nodded his head in the dark; I couldn't really see him, but the moonlight gave off some of his profile.
"Yeah, babe, I missed you, and I hated that you weren't at my fight. I wanted my good luck kiss," he said and pulled me closer to him.
I snorted. "You won, so you didn't need a good luck kiss from me."
He kissed the tip of my nose. "I'll always need your good luck kisses, pretty girl."
He was undoing me!
"I missed you too, and I'm sorry for breaking your Xbox and for fightin' with you. I didn't mean any of what I said," I said and leaned my head against his.
He stroked my back with his hand. "Me too, I overreacted."
Not really, I broke an expensive machine. He was calmer than I would have been if it were something of mine. Way calmer.
"Let me make it up to you?" I whispered.
I heard him swallow. "How?"
I moved up, pushed him onto his back, and straddled him. He winced, and I frowned and looked down, but I couldn't see a thing so I reached over and flipped on my lamp. I looked back to Dominic and gasped.
His left ribcage was bruised, and his poor face was busted up again.
"I'm getting fed up with them hittin' your face! Why do they always go for the face?" I asked and leaned down to him, placing kisses over his bruised jaw and eyes.
Dominic smiled, and it sent a wave of need through me.
No one had the right to look so stunning with a bruised up face. No one!
I looked down to where I was sitting then slid down until I was straddling Dominic's shins instead of his hips.
"Bronagh," Dominic sat as he leaned up on his elbows and looked at me.
I smiled at him shyly.
"Just tell me what to do? I want to do this," I said.
He looked a little torn, so I frowned. "Please?"
He let out a choked laugh. "Don't beg to suck my cock, babe. You can do it whenever you want, I just want you to be sure that it's what you want to do. I'm always up - pun intended - for your mouth and hands on me, I just want you to be sure that you're doing it because you want to and not because I want you to."
I gave him another smile and reached up for his boxer briefs - it was all he had on - and gripped the waist band. They were already tented before I even touched them so that relaxed me knowing he was turned on and ready for me to attempt this… task?
No, not a task, this was something I wanted to do.
Lots of girls liked making their boyfriends feel good and apparently I was no different. The knowledge that I was doing stuff a normal girlfriend would do made me happy.
"Dominic," I breathed when I pulled his boxers to his knees.
It might have been rude, but I couldn't help it. I stared and I stared for a solid minute before flicking my eyes upwards.
"That will really hurt me, won't it?" I asked, my voice cracking with nerves.
"The first time always hurts for girls, but when we do come together for the first time I'll be really gentle. I promise," he assured me.
I was amazed that he could sound so sweet and sincere while his fully erect penis was resting up against his stomach; that was how big it was. It was thick and long; I really was afraid it would hurt me when we eventually did have sex, but I pushed the thought away.
"A blowjob. How do I give you one? Educate me."
Dominic spluttered with laughter, lay back on the pillow, and carefully scrubbed his face with his hands.
"Don't say it like that! I'm trying to think of how to ask you to lick and suck on me without sounding - Jesus!"
I smiled when I looked upwards and drew my tongue away from the salty tip of Dominic's cock and looked at his face and how it changed when I put my mouth on him.
I repeated the lick and started from the base this time and dragged my tongue and then sucked around the tip. It was shockingly surprising how similar it was to sucking on a lollipop, I just had to remember not to bite.
"Use your hand as well, put it on my cock and work it up and down in time with your mouth and - oh yeah, that's it. Just like that, fuck that's good," he groaned. "Suck a little harder… flick your tongue around the head, yes! Keep doing that, fuck, just like that."
Being praised for giving a blowjob was actually empowering, it made me feel very womanly.
"Bronagh, ease up on the sucking now, I can't - Fuck! Baby, please, I want this to last."