Scandalous (8 page)

“Thank you. I appreciate you saying so,” she smiled seductively, “I know you wouldn’t.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up in response to the sudden switch of energy in the room. It was now filled with an erotic charge, and Dominic felt another part of his body suddenly stand up, as well.

He was finding it difficult to swallow.

His thought process had been temporarily derailed. He knew there were things he wanted to say to Cristal. He needed to make sure that they were on the same page before things got physical with them again. He wanted to do things the right way this time.

But right now, all he could think about was kissing that sexy smirk right off of her face.

She rose and started slowly towards him, running her hands up her body and shaking her hair loose, “I also know you’re a man of your word. You keep your promises. What was it you promised me again?”

“Cristal,” Dominic said in a warning tone.

“What?” She asked innocently, “Did you forget?”

She was standing directly in front of him. Her bare knees brushed his knuckles, testing every single ounce of self-control he possessed. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her soft, silky skin.

“Let me refresh your memory,” her tone was low and sultry, and she smiled wickedly as she placed one knee on each side of his lap, straddling him. Her dress rode up on her creamy golden thighs as she tilted her pelvis into him. He could feel the heat of her core pressed against the erection that was straining through his jeans.

All of his will power and attention was focused on not touching her. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. If he did any of those things he knew his resolve would break.

She reached out and ran her hands up his chest, and slid them over his shoulders and up his neck, running her nails through his hair. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist her if he didn’t stop things right now. Instinctively he reached up and grabbed her wrists, tugging them behind her back and securing them easily with one hand. This did nothing to slow down her seduction.

She began moving her hips, rubbing herself against his throbbing erection, still safely in his pants. She whispered, her voice sounding strained, “I believe you said that if I didn’t stop moving, you would bend me over, pull up my dress, pull down my panties, and bury yourself deep inside of me.”

A moan rumbled from deep inside his chest and, just like that, his resolved snapped. With his free hand he cupped her jaw, bringing her mouth to his. As soon as their lips touched, it sent a jolt down his body, and suddenly want and need overpowered everything else in his consciousness.

Her velvety lips opened and he wasted no time sweeping his tongue inside her hot mouth. Exploring, devouring, claiming her. She tasted sweet, like the crisp, fruit-flavored wine that she favored. He released her hands and pushed her dress up to her waist, revealing her black lace panties.

She ground her heat against his steely length as he gripped her sweet and succulent thighs, squeezing them tightly. She gasped against his mouth. He nipped at her lower lip, taking the flesh between his teeth and tugging, before releasing and swiping his tongue along the bitten path of her juicy flesh.

Deciding that the talk he wanted to have would have to wait, Dominic turned his full attention to her body. Needing to feel her skin against his, he tugged at the shoulder straps of her dress only to realize she was still zipped up. He reached to the base of her neck and pulled the zipper down slowly, turning the act into a seduction in and of itself, each click of the zippered track becoming an erotic soundtrack.

Her straps fell off of her shoulders and he peeled her dress off of her, revealing her black lace bra that matched her panties.

She moved her hands around her back to remove her bra, but Dominic stopped her. He grasped her hands and placed them on his shoulders.

“Leave them there,” he commanded, looking into her heavy-lidded green eyes. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and twined them through his hair, securing them in place.

Cristal's head fell back as she let out a moan, causing her back to arch giving him better access to her lovely chest. He slid his hands up her smooth torso and cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They were perfect, round and heavy, and tipped by hard chocolate nipples. He wasted no time pulling one into his mouth, licking and sucking the hard tip as it drew even tighter through the lace bra she still wore.

Her inner thighs clenched, squeezing against him as she made little, frantic noises of pleasure, the same ones that had been haunting his dreams since the last time they had been together.

Moving his attention to her other breast after thoroughly enjoying the first, Dominic felt as though he was on the ragged edge. His breathing was sharp and his heart was beating wildly, uncontrollably.

As he pulled her nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue across the lace that encased it, Cristal began to grind herself even harder and more frenetically against him, searching for release. Her sounds of pleasure now tinged with desperation.

He slid his hands down her smooth torso, softly, his fingers a mere whisper of a touch against her warm skin. He relished the feeling of goose bumps rising under his fingertips, covering her normally china-smooth skin. His knuckles brushed lightly against her inner thigh as he ran his finger along her panty line. He felt her legs quiver as she opened them wider, her core seeking contact with his probing fingers.

“Touch me,” Her soft whispered command, almost a plea, was at odds with the 'sexy siren' persona she had begun this interlude by adopting, and Dominic found that contradiction to be fascinating and stimulating.

“All you had to do was ask,” Dominic’s voice sounded like a growl even to his own ears. Pulling her lace panties to one side, he ran his fingers up and down her wet swollen folds. He parted her and slipped his finger inside, and her body contracted around him.

Need burned inside of him like a wildfire. She began pumping her hips erotically, seeking release. He worked another finger inside of her and felt her nails dig into the nape of his neck as she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure.

His hand was now covered in the wetness of her arousal, bringing his own passion to new heights. He moved his thumb up to her sensitive nub, circling around it, and he felt it grow harder with each circular sweep.

“Please,” she pleaded as her thighs clenched. She rode his hand, her breathing hard and frantic.

He wanted to drag out this pleasure, to bask a little longer in her frenzied arousal, her loss of control. He liked watching her face and her body, the way that she moved and the noises that she made when her guard was completely down. He liked knowing that it was his touch that had lowered her defenses so spectacularly.

Without warning, he flipped her over on the couch so that she was sitting, legs spread wide, in front of him as he knelt between her legs. He tugged off her dress, pulled her panties down and off, and slid her bra over her silky shoulders. He wasn't satisfied until there was not one stitch of clothing hiding any part of her beautiful body from him. He wanted her wearing absolutely nothing.

Well...except for the stiletto heels which were still on her feet. He smiled. She could keep those on.

After she was completely, and deliciously, naked, Dominic took a moment to let his eyes roam her body, top to bottom. He saw from the way that
goose bumps rose on her skin and the half-crazed look of lust in her eyes when they finally met that his gaze was nearly as powerful in stoking her arousal as his touch was.

He smiled. Time to put her out of her misery.

He lowered his head to her breasts, using his tongue to savagely flick her hard nipples one moment and then employing his lips to gently suckle and kiss the next. He plunged his fingers into her as he sucked on her lovely, hard nipples – wanting to stimulate every erogenous zone on her body simultaneously, wanting to fill her senses with unbearable pleasure in a way that she had never known before, even during their long-ago night together.

He kissed and licked his way down her belly, relishing the frenetic way that she was running her hands through his hair and grasping the back of his head, urging him further downward.

“Yes, yes...” she mumbled, almost incoherently, “God, yes, Dom...right there. It feels so good...”

The sound of her erotic ramblings, so lust-fueled that they could be nothing but completely unguarded, were very nearly his undoing. He had never made love to a woman who brought him so close to the brink of climax before he had ever even plunged into her. It was insane.

He lowered his mouth to her, covering her hard button of pleasure with his mouth and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He played with it for a while, much the same way that he had with her nipples, alternating between hard and soft, passionate and gentle caresses.

When her entire body was trembling with sweet agony, and she was calling out to him, pleading, begging for release – then he finally dialed in to a delicious rhythm and began to passionately build the path to ecstasy.

His fingers found their way back inside her, and he worked them frantically at the same time that his tongue worked her hard pleasure center. He felt her fingers gripping his hair, almost painfully, and heard her screams as her entire body convulsed in climax.

He continued to gently lick her as her movements slowly stilled and her cries became softer and more gentle. Before long, she was stroking her fingers through his hair rather than frantically grabbing handfuls, and her moans of pleasure were more like sighs than outright screams.

He knew that she was ready to be taken to the next level.

Dominic stood, scooping Cristal up into his arms effortlessly and carrying her back to his bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and began to undress.

He should have known better, however, than to think that she was simply going to lay passively back as he took control of the rest of the encounter. That was not Cristal at all, not in the least. Almost as soon as he had laid her head back against the pillow and begun to work at the top buttons on his shirt, she had popped back up and put her nimble fingers to work, helping to undress him.

Before he knew it, he was as naked as she was, and she was eyeing him every bit as hungrily. His vision of the rest of their lovemaking from this point onward had involved him caressing her, climbing atop her, entering her – every single choice, every single motion designed to bring her pleasure. He wanted to focus on her entirely. He wanted to use their lovemaking as a metaphor, as a symbol. He wanted to use it as a way to show her that he would always be there for her, putting her first, caring for her, considering her needs above his own.

He smiled to himself a little ruefully. He should have remembered who he was dealing with. This was Cristal, after all – she was the ultimate take-charge woman, and that was one of her very best qualities.

Before he knew it, she had dropped to her knees before him and taken him into her mouth. Oh, it was so sweet...Dominic reflected that this was a perfect example of a plan getting derailed and turning out better than what was originally intended.

Dominic ran his hands through her silky hair as her mouth and tongue did their work. Every instinct in his body was urging him to squeeze his eyes shut, to thrust his head backward, to groan with his last ounce of strength...

But he managed to squelch all of these impulses. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to take in every second of her beautiful lips moving up and down his swollen shaft, of her shining hair as it softly moved in silken waves, responding to the steady and delicious motion of her head.

He didn't want to miss one second of that. And moreover, he didn't just want to see it – he wanted to commit it to memory. He wanted to make a mental film of this glorious sight, one that he connected to all of the synapses firing in the pleasure centers of his brain, so that he could close his eyes and relive this moment any time that he wanted to feel her hot, insistent mouth on him again.

He was vaguely aware of other sensations flooding through his body at different spots...he felt the softness of her hair under his hands, and the feather-light touch of her fingertips as she ran them over his legs and his ass...but mainly, all he could feel, all he could think about, all he was aware of in this world was centered right between his legs at the place where her mouth was devouring his every inch.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and – with a near psychic degree of accuracy – Cristal always sensed when he was nearing the point of no return, as well. When that would happen, she would slow her movements, making every touch light and gentle until his muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed. Then, she would slowly build the intensity and the rhythm again until she had brought him right back up to the ragged edge of oblivion.

When he could not take even one instant more of the glorious torture, he reached down and pulled her up firmly by her arms until she was standing upright in front of him. The two of them stood there facing each other, naked, skin mere centimeters away from touching, and looked into each other's eyes as they panted.

No words were exchanged, and no words were necessary. Their eyes communicated all that needed to be said between them.