"Ahh..." Amila sounded, letting her eyes slide close. Her back lifted off the wall from the light kisses Dominic peppered along her inner thigh. She planted one hand firmly against the wall and combed the other one through his coily hair to keep her balance as he rested on his knees with one hand on her hip with his other hand latched under her knee to see if she fulfilled his instruction.

His lips quirked up with pleasure at her obedience and he was eager to give her a reward. She felt his warm breath against her dewy folds as he breathed in her feminine redolence. A low hum built at the base of her throat as he feathered soft licks against her clit. She was eye candy and soul food; his full-course meal and treat. A sample wouldn't do. He needed more than a taste. She was everything his appetite asked for. He wasn't a man to leave the table with food on his plate. He was going to eat all she had to give. But she didn't want the same. She'd had oral stimulation countless times, it wasn't what she was writhing against the wall for.

"Dominic," She whined, pushing his shoulders back and freeing her thigh from his hand. She was fed up with the foreplay. Done with the sideshow and ready for the main attraction.

"What?" He rose to his feet with a smirk as she reached behind her back. "You're the one that didn't wear panties."

"I'm suffocating." She breathed out, reaching for the zipper to her dress that was making her claustrophobic. She needed to be out of it, free of the bundles of fabric and mesh bodice that were preventing her lungs from expanding. She needed all the air she could get; he was threatening to render her breathless and the last thing she wanted was to pass out.

He undid his belt buckle watching her intently, "Take it off for me."

Her fingers made contact with the zipper and with little help from him, he stood there with his hands on his waist. The dress plumed to the ground in a black cloud bringing his text to reality.  

"Fucking beautiful." He gruffed the words out as if he was in a trance. He yanked the tie from his neck with his eyes locked on her, hypnotized by the way the light bounced off the diamond choker, how her nipples sat up ready for him, his hands flexed as the curve of his hips and the manhood grew harder as his eyes connected with the valley between her legs calling out to him to fill in it tight and stroke it slowly.

"Swan." His deep voice sang the nickname he gave her and she gripped her waist arching her back just a bit pulling his eyes back to her pert nipples.

She loved the way he looked at her like she was art-crafted from gold and all the priceless things on earth. Growing a little bolder standing there in nothing but skin, she shrugged playfully, not worried that her thighs were almost kissing and no longer as lean as they once were.

"What, Dominic?" She strutted towards him, pulling her hair out of the bun and letting her onyx locks cascade down her back. She slid her hands up his chest to settle on his shoulders. "You like what you see?"

"Absolutely." He gently stroked the side of her face and leaned down pulling her into a sensual kiss as his other hand found the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.

She broke away from his lips; his gaze was just as entranced with seduction and arousal as hers.

"Dominic." She called his name as if it was the password to the secrets of the universe. "Please, do not make me do it." She begged, rising on her tiptoes to bring her middle closer to the hardness between his legs. She bit her bottom lip as a shiver rolled down her back. She knew she couldn't uphold one of his texts from earlier. She was past the point of playing with devices.

"I want you to make me come. I want to come for you, all over you. You said you want me to take care of you." She crooked her leg around his hip to feel his bulge a little better. "Let me."

"Tonight is about you." He bit out the words. He had difficulty getting his words out and thinking straight as he rolled her waist and ground against the thick rod growing along his thigh. Adam's apple plummeted down as he swallowed trying to regain his senses."No, vibrator but  I'm still in charge."

"Then take the lead," She plucked his hand from her face and rested it against something wet and warm, something he loved; something he yearned. "I'm ready for you." She purred in his ear as she slid her hand along his slickness with little resistance. "Just the way you like it."

Dominic peered down at her, narrowing his eyes as if he was deep in thought. She could feel his heart beating strongly through the dress shirt and the number of clothes he was wearing was beginning to annoy her but she hadn't voiced it since the last time he was the one to first strip down in front of her. 

"Swan..." He slid his hand down her back then over her ass and once it reached the back of her thigh his other hand did the same. He lifted her up and her legs instinctually wrapped around him. "I'm going to fuck the words out of your mouth."

"Do it." She countered as he carried her to the bed. Not sure if she'd be able to back the words up but she no longer cared if she could. She'd never run away from a challenge. She wasn't going to start now.

Her perky breast jiggled as she landed on the bed and she propped up on her elbows waiting for him to free himself of his clothes. His shirt had too many buttons for her limited patience so she closed her eyes, dropped her back against the cool bedding, and lifted her legs straight up. She ticked them apart like the hands of the clock. His weight on the bed stopped her legs and his hands around her ankles called her eyes to open.

Curiosity played on his face as he rested on his haunches as she drank him in like a woman who had been wandering in a desert for ages.

"Are you drunk?" He asked.

"No." She slowly shook her head knowing the half glass of wine was hitting her pretty nicely but she wasn't drunk. She was relaxed, not overthinking, and fully committed to what she was doing. She crooked her finger and beckoned him to her and he went willingly. His erection brushed against her stomach and she let out a breathless sigh. "I've just been thinking about you all day. Taking you deep and riding you long."

He smirked at her words and then placed a kiss on her neck. "You're not going to be riding me just yet." He placed a kiss on the other side of her neck. "But I will stretch you out and go deep." He placed a kiss between her collarbone and then down the valley between her breasts. He drugged his tongue languidly over her nipple as his thumb brushed over her other one.

She let out a moan opening her legs wider. The noise encouraged him to feast on her supple peaks more. Not to feel left out he moved his mouth to the other breast giving it equal attention. She combed her hand through his tapered hair wishing it was longer so she could grab it and pulled his magnificent mouth back to hers.

"Dom...in..nic." She was no longer able to utter his name in one breath as he slid the wide tip of his cock along her wet folds. She didn't even know his face was back over hers until his mouth glued itself to hers. He kissed her passionately as she matched his steady, tantalizing pace clinging to his back to hold in place as she rubbed her middle against his erection.

She tore her mouth away from his to ask for what she wanted. "Put...it...in...please."

Desperation hung at the ends of her words as she spread her legs wider needing him inside her to tame her thirst that had been building since the other night.

"Put it...." He reached behind himself, peeled her hand off his back, and moved it to the small space between them. "Where you want it."

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she circled her hand around his pulsating shaft. Her eyes rolled back as she leveled him at her entrance and once he shifted forward just a bit her mind went blank and her hand fell away. Her back arched as he slid in, inch by inch. He took his time waiting for her to spread and accommodate his girth and length.

He slid deeper in and she took in a deep inhalation grabbing the sheets in her hand.

"Are you okay?" He stopped to ask.

"Yes." She nodded, quickly with breaths to match. "Y-Yes."

"Okay." He propped up on one arm and held the back of her thigh with the other. "I'm going to move now."

She gave him a quick nod and when he began his languid strokes she lost the ability to speak. Oohs and ahhs; moans and whimpers were the only noises she made. She clawed at his back from the torturous way pulled out and plunged back into her. She wasn't the only one verbalizing pleasure; he wasn't as loud but 'fuck' slipped out his lips every time her walls gripped him tightly.

"Dom...Dom...Dom." She erratically whimpered as she neared her peak. Her legs began to shake and she felt the liquid rolled down the sides of her face. She was crying.

Dominic slowed his strokes, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head; less as an answer and more in disapproval of his pacing.

"Feels...good..." She breathed out as a fresh round of tears slid from her eyes. She held the back of his head and said, "Happy...I'm...happy."

"Good." He smirked, rising up and latching his hands under her knees. "Now, let me make you ecstatic."

He spread her thighs wider to take more of him, rocking her back and forth with steady strokes; pounding her further over the cliff, leaving her mouth open as nothing but breathy moans exited. The storm that had been forming within her since she stroked her thumb over the head of his dick had reached its apex.

Her body jerked beneath him as her legs shook in his grasp. She erupted in a puddle of euphoric bliss as he sped up, gliding through her wetness. His explosion followed shortly after hers and before he could utter another word to her, her eyelids grew heavy. So, he kissed her forehead, cleaned her up with a warm cloth, pulled off the comforter, and slid under the covers with her.

She was fast asleep when he molded his body behind hers and whispered, "I could dance with you forever, Swan."

Then he too slipped into slumber.

Why do you think Amila started to cry?

Why do you think Dominic whispered what he did at the end? What do you think it means?

What do you think will happen the morning after?