Their lips met lightly.
Calli smiled. “Your place.”
Their lips met again, this time eager, lusting, and anxious.
Chapter 15
Dom
Through the skyways, Dom led the way back to the Moretti building. They only passed a few others en route as most anyone else would be making their way to the garages when the club closed. Inside his building, he called the elevator and they rode upstairs, sneaking nervous glances at one another, then snickering when one was caught. Strange that he was nervous. He’d had his fair share of trysts over the years, enough to not feel nervous but somehow he trembled inside.
After thinking on it during the walk and elevator ride, he realized that he’d only ever invited one person back to his place. All the others had been at hotels or at their place. Was he nervous of what she’d think or because he sensed potential? Regardless, he was elated that she’d accepted not only the date but the invitation to his place.
The elevator opened, admitting them to his semi-private eleventh floor; he crossed the hall and punched in the code. The lock clicked, and he opened the door. He reached for Calli, securing her around the waist, and pulled her into him. Moving them both inside his loft, he kicked the door closed.
With a light touch, he flicked her purse from her shoulder and let it fall to the floor. Then, looking into the depths of her brown eyes, he backed her against the wall. He wanted her to feel his arousal, and by the way her eyes stretched wide, she did. He smirked and seized her mouth, driving a hand into the heavy brown curls at the base of her neck. Damn, he’d waited all night to do that. She responded with both arms around his neck as they moved together in the embrace.
Calli pulled at his jacket, but he didn’t want to move away from her. He kept his lips sealed to hers as he slipped one arm, then the other, from the coat and let it fall next to her purse. Breaking the kiss, he moved one hand to her breast and teased her nipple to a peak as he trailed his tongue down the perfect curve of her neck, tasting her salty-sweet skin again.
“Oh wow.” She sighed and let her head fall back against the wall with a slight bump.
Dom kissed his way back to her chin and said, “You’re magnificent.” He nodded toward the bedroom with a questioning eye.
Calli nodded, licking her lips.
Calli
Oh. My. Gawd, Calli thought. Her body had taken over, and every nerve was on end. She needed this . . . needed him inside her . . . soon! Her panties were uncomfortably wet as she followed the beautiful man through his minimalist loft into a bedroom with a clean white duvet covering a king-sized bed.
With his free hand, he removed the tie and dropped it without looking, then started to unbutton his shirt. “You’re sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, well beyond the ability to say otherwise. Her body was certain that this was going to happen, regardless of any of her mind’s reservations.
Dom removed the shirt, standing gloriously naked from the waist up before her, defined muscles twitching from time to time. He hadn’t turned on any lights, but the city provided an ambient and romantic glow. Calli reached up to release the buttons behind her neck, but he stopped her with a soft touch and turned her so that she was facing away from him and out toward the city. The view was breathtaking but nothing compared to the sensations running through her body. Dom lifted her hair and draped it over one of her shoulders. He kissed her neck again and said, “I’ve been imagining this moment all night.”
Calli was speechless.
He unbuttoned the small pearl buttons at her neck and let the dress fall, leaving her breasts exposed. Her nipples tightened, whether at the cool air or anticipation she couldn’t be sure. The shadowy reflection of them both in the window was as erotic as anything Calli had ever seen. Dom unzipped the dress and the layers of gossamer fell.
Standing in the puddle, wearing only lacy panties, Calli turned and reached for Dom’s belt. He allowed her to remove the belt but stopped her at his pants.
“Your turn first,” he said with a smile, lifted her easily at the waist, and carried her to the bed. Starting at her neck, he trailed kisses down her chest, stopping at a nipple and running his tongue around one before moving to give the other the same attention.
Calli fought to hold still. It wasn’t really squirmworthy . . . yet. She sucked in her stomach muscles as Dom moved lower and placed slow kisses at the waist of the lacy underthing. Of their own accord, her hips started to tilt from side to side, urgency building.
Dom lifted up and slipped the panties down, smelling them before he tossed them onto the floor. Running his hands up her legs, he settled back down and gave her body the attention she’d been yearning after for hours now.
Licking gently at first, his pace increased with each of her tiny jerks under his mouth until at last he found the right spot and sucked her into his mouth. One—two—three—and on the fourth time, Calli called out, gripping the duvet and riding the waves of her release.
Dom
Dom kept his eyes on Calli’s face as she reached that perfect state, then he stopped and wiped his mouth. He caressed her waist and watched as she came down from the high. His erection throbbed, begging to be released, but he denied it for a moment longer while Calli recovered.
When her eyes opened, he stood and shed his remaining clothes, slid on a condom, and turned back to Calli. He basked in her widening eyes as she took in his body, then leaned over where she still stretched languidly across his bed and said with a sigh, “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Dom smiled and kissed her gently, then said, “I’m not sure I can go slow right now. Are you okay with that?”
“After that, I could stand it a little bit rough.” She smiled wickedly.
Dom kissed her long and hard, a preamble to what was to come, then he slid to the end of the bed—the perfect height for what he intended. He grasped her around the waist and pulled her to the edge, too; easing her legs to wrap around his waist, he positioned himself at her entry. Slowly, agonizingly, he entered. She was tight and held her breath. When he was fully seated, he said, “Breathe, beautiful.” She did with a grin, and he felt her loosen in waves around him. He tensed, trying to make this last longer. When it seemed she’d fully adjusted, he asked, “Ready?”
“Oh . . . yes!” Her voice was almost a whimper.
He slid out almost all the way, then pushed quickly back in, testing. He tried again, at that pace, one more time. She gasped. He groaned. Then he set a punishing pace, her breasts bounced as he moved, and when he felt her walls contracting, milking his cock, he let himself go, gave his body permission, and released a loud shout echoed by her outcry. Pulsing and spurting paralyzed him, and Dom closed his eyes until the white-hot pleasure faded, leaving his body weak. He fell onto his elbows atop Calli. Both sweaty, he found her lips and felt her smile against his own as she wrapped her arms around his back. As all sensations passed, they melted into the bed.
Dom pulled away and turned down the duvet. They crawled in and cuddled together. She fits so nicely, he thought. Placing a gentle kiss goodnight on her forehead, he whispered, “Joie de vivre.”