Fire After Dark (15 page)

At last, we pull apart. My breathing is coming fast and I know my eyes are shining. Dominic looks at me, his gaze burning with the intensity of what we’ve just shared.

‘I’ve been wanting to do that since we first met,’ he said with a smile.

‘Since I dropped my ice cream?’

‘Yes, then. I couldn’t help noticing you. But it was afterwards as you lay on that rug in the garden – that’s when I realised just how lovely you are.’

I feel awkward, embarrassed. ‘Lovely? Me?’

‘Of course.’ He nods. I can hardly believe that someone as gorgeous as he is would think me lovely. ‘It’s been hard to hold back, if I’m honest. And when I found you crying in the street, it was all I could do not to kiss you then and there.’

‘I thought you were angry with me!’ I say, laughing.

‘No,’ he says. He puts his hand under my chin and tips my face to his. ‘My God, I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have kiss you again.’

He sinks his mouth on mine and once again the stars whirl in my head as I give myself over to the delicious sensation of his tongue caressing mine, the honeyed taste of his mouth and the sense of being utterly completed. We press against one another, pulling our embrace as tight as we can, and I can feel his hardness against my stomach. The manifestation of his desire is intensely exciting and my own desire floods my belly, making me throb and ache.

When we pull away this time, he says, ‘I had some exciting activities planned for this afternoon, but I don’t know how the hell I’m going to be able to do anything else but this.’

‘Then let’s just do this. Who says we can’t?’

‘We can’t stay here all afternoon.’ He clasps my hand again and stares hard at me. ‘We could always go home . . . if you like . . .’

If I like? I can’t think of anything I could possibly like more!

‘Yes, please,’ I say softly, the wanting clear in my voice.

We can read the desire in one another’s faces and we leap to our feet. I gather up my hat and lace shawl. ‘What about the picnic? Can we just leave it here?’

Dominic taps his phone briefly. ‘They’ll be here in about two minutes to take it away.’

‘It was wonderful,’ I say, hoping he’s not reading my eagerness to be off as rejection of his day.

‘Not as wonderful as what comes next,’ he says, and my stomach clenches with that pleasurable pain that I’ve come to know so well lately.

I don’t know how we get home so quickly, but in no time at all, we are in the lift on the way to Dominic’s apartment. We kiss again, hot and passionate. I glimpse our reflections in the mirror: the way our bodies are entwined, our mouths pressed hungrily together – and it sends shivers of arousal shooting all over me. I want him desperately, my body screaming out for him, craving his touch.

My dazed mind wonders how far this is going to go, but I don’t see how we can stop ourselves. The hunger that’s possessing me seems to be even stronger in Dominic. He kisses me all over my neck, his dark stubble brushing against the soft skin, making me gasp at the sensation, before returning to my mouth. The lift doors are open for several seconds before we even notice.

‘Come on,’ he growls, pulling me through them and leading me towards the door of his flat. A moment later we are inside, the door shut behind us. At last we’re absolutely private. My body is trembling all over with desire as we stumble towards the bedroom, unable to keep our hands off each other long enough to walk sensibly.

The bedroom is shadowed despite the bright sunshine outside. Dominic’s bed is enormous, Emperor-sized, with a padded velvet headboard, immaculate white pillows and linen in a muted blue. A grey cashmere throw covers the foot.

Now that we’re inside, he turns to me, his black gaze burning into me. I can read desire all over his face and it’s unbearably exciting. I’ve never been looked at like that in my life.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asks huskily.

‘Yes,’ I reply, my voice coming out half as a sigh and half as an aching need. ‘Oh my God, yes.’

He comes up close to me and searches my face intently. ‘I don’t know what you do to me . . . but I do know I can’t fight it any more.’ He moves his hands round to the back of my dress and slides his fingers over my shoulder blades as he finds the zip. Deftly, he pulls it down and I can feel my skin exposed as the dress fall open. With a quick movement, he unclips the belt that fastens behind, and now the dress slips gently down to the floor, leaving me standing there. I’m wearing simple underwear: a white bra with a lace edge and matching knickers, the front a demure white lace panel.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he says, smoothing a finger over my hip. ‘Incredible.’

The extraordinary thing is that I feel beautiful: ripe and luscious and ready for him. More beautiful than I ever have before.

‘I want you right now,’ he whispers, and sinks his lips on mine, his tongue caressing my mouth as his hands roam over my body, across my back and over my bottom, where his hands linger for a while, savouring the full curves there.

‘Your arse is made for me,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘It’s perfect.’

I can’t help pressing it back against his palms, and he groans softly. He kisses a burning trail across my jaw and down my neck, then across my shoulder. It’s my turn to moan now as his stubble grazes my skin. I’m desperate to touch him, to feel that warm brown skin under my fingertips and inhale his scent. I want to rip off his shirt and kiss the patch of dark hair on his dark chest, but he’s now holding my arms firmly, stopping me from moving.

‘My turn,’ he whispers with a smile. ‘Yours will come.’

Promises, promises . . . but oh God, this is divine . . .

His mouth is so tantalising, moving towards my breasts which are now rising and falling with my quickened breathing, but he’s taking his time, kissing every inch of skin between my neck and the line of lace on my bra. My nipples have hardened and have become exquisitely sensitive as they strain against the cotton. I can’t help lifting my head back, pushing my breasts forward, as, at last, his mouth reaches the edge of my bra. Then his fingers are there, those elegant, square-tipped fingers that hold so much promise of what they can do to me, pushing back the lace, letting my right breast escape from its confines, the nipple emerging hard and erect as though begging for the pull of his mouth on it. He moves slowly towards it, his tongue trailing over the soft curve until his lips meet it and he takes in his mouth. The effect makes me draw in a shivering breath, as a white-hot current flares out from my nipple and connects to my groin. I’m flooded by intense desire.

‘Please,’ I say beseechingly, ‘please, I can’t wait . . .’

He laughs and says teasingly, ‘Patience, young lady, is a virtue.’

But I feel anything but virtuous: I’m lustful, abandoned, craving him, needing him. He’s winding me so tightly, I can hardly bear it.

His other hand cups my left breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple through its fabric. My breathing is hot and heavy and I can’t help small sighs escaping as the sensations of pleasure make my lids close and my mouth open.

I put my hands to his shoulders. ‘Please, let me touch you,’ I beg.

He gives my nipple a tug with his teeth, letting them graze over its tip, then pulls away. He takes a step back and looks at me, a smile curving his lips. Then he unbuttons his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. I marvel at the sight of his broad chest with its dark nipples, the brown skin and dark hair, the broad shoulders and the muscles of his upper arms.

Is this really for me?

He slides his feet from his shoes, and then all my attention is focused on his shorts. I can tell that he is hard but as he unbuttons his fly and takes them off, I gasp. His erection is incredible: beautiful in its smoothness, proud in its length, telling me frankly with its thick shaft how much he wants me.

Dominic takes a step towards me, his eyes hooded now with the power of his lust. He wraps his arms around me in an embrace and kisses me passionately. I can feel the rod of his erection between us, pressing against my belly. It’s hot and hard, and my only thought is the incredible captivating need I have to feel him inside me.

He unclips my bra and it falls to the floor. My breasts press against his chest and at last I can wrap my arms around him, feeling the broad, smooth expanse of his back beneath my hands. I run my palms across it, savouring the feel of the muscled surface, and down over the hardness of his firm cheeks.

There’s nothing there
.

The thought pops into my mind unbidden. What do I mean? What is my subconscious telling me?

The beating you saw. There aren’t any marks on him. You’d feel them.

Then it definitely wasn’t him!
I think with relief.
I don’t know who it was, or why they were in his apartment, but it wasn’t him . . .

That thought releases something in me. My desire turns from something shivering and ecstatic into something that expresses a need I’ve never felt before. My arms wrap more tightly around him, my fingers scratch lightly on the surface of his skin, I let my face drop on his chest and run my teeth and tongue over his skin, biting gently at his flesh. I take his dark nipple into my mouth and tug on it.

‘Christ,’ he says, as I suck it, pulling it between my teeth. Then almost roughly, ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

There’s a catch in his voice. I nod and let the small bud of his nipple slip from between my lips. It glistens from my saliva.

‘Do you?’

‘Yes!’

‘Ask me . . .’

I’ve never said such a thing out loud, but I’m too far past caring about that. ‘Yes, please, fuck me, I want you to so much . . .’

Suddenly, he releases his strength, lifting me up and carrying me to the bed as easily if I weighed nothing at all, and putting me down so that I’m lying on my back, my breast and belly exposed to him. The linen is cool beneath my heated skin.

He moves round to a small table, opens the door and takes out a condom packet. With a quick movement, he rips open the foil, removes the rubber disc and slides it down over his penis.

This is really going to happen.

I’m hungry for it, ready for it, desperate to feel him filling me up. He is back now, standing at the foot of the bed. He hooks his fingers under the rim of my knickers and begins gently to tug them down. As they reach my ankles and then are gone, he kneels down, gently parts my thighs and puts his lips to my small patch of pubic hair. I can feel myself opening like a flower as everything swells and fills with wet heat. I’m so needy, so eager. My body is begging for his.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ he says in a low voice and the feel of his breath on my swollen clitoris makes me gasp and sigh. Then he runs his lips over its tip, letting his tongue drift over it, making it twitch in exquisite agony.

‘I can’t wait,’ I pant. ‘Please, Dominic . . .’

He lifts himself up and stands there for a moment, his magnificent cock rearing above me. Then he lowers himself onto me, pressing the hard shaft onto my clitoris, making me wriggle beneath him. His weight feels so good. My legs spread even wider to make it easier for him to enter me, my hips lifting up to meet him, and it all happens without my meaning it. My body is responding independently of my consciousness. All it knows is that it wants and needs his maleness, right now.

He pulls back a little and the tip of his penis is pressing at my entrance.

‘Please,
please
,’ I say, my voice almost a whimper, my eyes full of longing.

His own gaze is dark and intense. He’s clearly savouring this moment and all of its deliciousness. I can feel my inner lips expanding with need, my body pulsing with excitement. I rise up slightly, reach out and put my hands on his firm backside, then pull him so that, at last, his shaft enters me, sliding in easily because I’m so wet but still moving with exquisite slowness, pushing forward to fill me up with a delicious sensation.

I moan and clutch at him as he pushes himself far inside me. There is a look of fierceness on his face, as though he’s concentrating on holding himself back. He pushes hard into me, and my hips come up to meet him. I glory in the feeling of him pumping so deep into me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He’s gathering speed now, and I’m finding my rhythm too, pushing up my hips and arching my back with every new thrust. Then he changes slightly, taking more of his weight on his knees, and slips his hands over the full cheeks of my bottom, grasping them and pulling me towards him. The sensation within me changes: it’s sharper, more acute and makes me breathless every time he rams deep inside me. I gasp and cry out, and he squeezes my bottom hard with both hands, rocking fiercely forward so that he presses on my hot and inflamed clitoris. I can feel an incredible sensation swirling inside me: a feeling that comes in ever-increasing waves, building relentlessly. It is a blissful, unbearable feeling that takes me higher and higher as though I’m being carried inside a tidal wave towards my climax. I unwrap my legs and spread as wide as I can for him, my limbs stiffening with the need to come. I can feel Dominic increasing his pace, his need becoming heightened by my obvious closeness to orgasm, and the sight of his blazing eyes as he watches me as I tip over the edge. The spasms seize me and great judders of pleasure rock my body. I’m conscious of nothing but the exquisite delight of my release, and then I hear Dominic exclaim as his own orgasm boils up and spends itself. He falls forward on to my chest and we lie there for a long time, still joined, panting and exhausted.

At last he lifts his head, and he is smiling at me, bright and happy. ‘Did you enjoy your day out, Beth?’

‘I enjoyed my day
in
,’ I rely, giggling.

‘I enjoyed my day in you,’ he responds, and we both laugh. We are so close, so intimate, so together at this moment. He pulls out of me, rolls over and deftly removes his condom and disposes of it. Then he takes me in his arms again and kisses me softly. ‘That was amazing, Beth. You’re full of surprises.’

I sigh happily. ‘Well, I can honestly say that was extraordinary.’