Music Recomndation: Wicked Gas by The Weekend.
WARNING: Please don’t read this outside. This author won’t want you clenching your thighs together in public. Hehe 😉
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"Alright, Ronan. You can text whatever you have left to say."
Dominic’s voice ca from behind, low and cutting, calm in a way that made the air in the room change.
Ronan stiffened imdiately. His shoulders squared as if instinctively bracing for a fight.
Celeste turned at once, her gaze locking onto Dominic’s. However, he didn’t look at her. His eyes slid past her, settling on Ronan’s back with a steel-like patience that only made his presence heavier.
Ronan blinked, caught off guard. "We aren’t done speaking—"
"That’s why," Dominic interrupted, his tone unyielding, "I gave you a chance to text ." His jaw tightened. "Leave. Now."
The silence that followed pressed against the walls. Ronan let out a short, humorless laugh. His laugh held more pride than amusent. He glanced at Celeste, long enough to make a point, and short enough to be disrespectful, before his eyes cut back to Dominic.
No one moved. Then, finally, Ronan scoffed, turned, and left the living room. His footsteps echoed sharp against the floorboards until they faded out of the house completely.
Dominic moved then. He stepped forward until the space Ronan had left was his. He held out a cup toward Celeste. The steam from the cup curled faintly in the air. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice quieter now, stripped of its earlier edge.
Celeste shook her head, her hand brushing his as she took the coffee. "It’s fine." She forced a small breath past her lips. "How much did you hear?"
His gaze lingered on her, unreadable, before he answered. "More than what my patience could endure."
Celeste wrapped her fingers around the cup, grateful for its warmth. Dominic’s presence was too close, and her heart was betraying her with how hard it was beating.
She tried to be casual. "You didn’t have to send him away like that."
"I didn’t send him away," Dominic replied. His tone carried a coolness that wasn’t cold, just... unbending. "I ended a conversation that should never have happened here."
Her throat tightened. "It wasn’t like that—"
"I know what it was like." His eyes finally t hers. And when they did, she wished they hadn’t, because there was nothing calm in them anymore. There was fire. There was restraint hanging by a thread.
He took the coffee mug from her, and kept it aside. Then, he took off her robe, and raised her satin sleep shirt. Celeste smiled, and dug her fingers into his hair.
Dominic knelt before her, and licked her inner thigh. Moisture flooded her panties imdiately at his lick.
He raised his face, and bent his head towards her, inhaling her scent. His nose caught a heady mixture of vanilla and soft mint.
Celeste caught the scent of aftershave and soap, a scent of spice, earth, and musk. A good combination that made her heady, and grounded.
The pulse in her pussy throbbed with a hungry need to feel him inside of her. He cupped her face, and with a slight bend of his head towards her, his mouth covered hers. His hands set up tingles in the skin of her cheeks, and the touch of her lips sent sparks of sensation showering her.
Her breasts suddenly felt full and moisture soaks the crotch of her thong. He nibbled her lower lip, teasing at it, and tugging her between his teeth
Celeste clutched his wrist, unable to do more than hang on, and hope she doesn’t faint from desperate need.
His tongue moved inside her mouth without hesitation. His tongue brushed every interior surface. The tip of his tongue traced lines against the roof of her mouth. He covered her neck with one hand, and made her lie back on the couch.
His body moved fractionally against her, enough that his legs bracketed her, and the hardness of his cock pressed her.
Heat consud her. The walls of her pussy vibrated and she couldn’t push him away. Not even to save herself.
Dominic’s hand went between her legs, and the scent of her auroral drove him crazy. He ran his hand over the surface of her skin, feeling every dip and hollow with the tip of his finger
He kissed her harder when he felt the soft bush of curls covering her cunt through her thong.
He slowly took off her satin sleep shirt, and bent his head. He took one of her nipple into his mouth, and used his other hand to massage the other.
His tongue swirled around her nipple, before pressing it flat against the roof of his mouth. Celeste moaned and arched, pushing her nipples deeper into his mouth.
His hand molded the full swell of her breast, loving the feeling of its weight in his touch. Celeste wrapped her legs around him, as he urgently tore off her shirt.
Her naked body stared back at him, and he admired the work of art. He loved her lush hips, her breast, her legs, and everything that brought her into existence. She had the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted, or fucked
He moved his mouth to the other nipple, poking at him so temptingly, and trailed his hand down her body, over to the soft swell of her tummy, and to the wet slit of her pussy.
Celeste opened her thighs to his touch and his thumb easily found the hot tub of her clitoris. He pulled deeply on her taut nipple, his thumb brushing back and forth against her cunt, through her now wet thong.
Her little cries of pleasure turned him on so much. He lifted his mouth to her lips again, gently kicking the seam of her lips, teasing at her corners, and nipping lightly on her full lower lip.
Her tongue traced his, dancing with his as she wiped his hands around him, pressing him on her. She needed him right now.
Heat jolted through him, straight to his throbbing cock, and his arching balls.
He danced with his tongue, while his thumb continued working on her clit, slow and at a steady motion.
Celeste moaned again, and the light little sound echoed into her own mouth. Dominic pushed her pantie aside, and slid two fingers into her pink sea.
"Oh, God," Celeste moaned, her back arching.
She was so wet at the mont. The walls of her pussy were slippery with her juice. Dominic left her lips, and dropped kisses all over her body, and down to her pussy.
He smiled up at her, but Celeate was too dazed to smile back. Dominic took his fingers out of her. She protested, but waited.
He stared at her pink wet welcoming entrance, and was imdiately tempted to have a taste.
He lowered his head, and spread her legs wide. He kissed her cunt, and imdiately drove his tongue into her.
"Fuck!" Celeste cursed, exhaling.
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