Sweetness (10 page)

“You’re right. This room is incredible. You can see
everything through these windows.” He walks toward
me causing my heart to thump harder and harder with
each step. “But the view in here is much better.” His
presence is intoxicating. When he stands in front of me
with that ‘this is going to be fun’ look in his eye, I feel
like melting into the floor.
Dominic reaches both hands behind my neck,
searching for my zipper. He slowly unzips my dress but
stops about half way down my back. He grabs my hand
and walks me over to the couch near the windows; but
doesn’t say a word. He pulls his IPod out of his pants
pocket silently asking where he can play it. I shrug my
shoulders and point to my desk.
“Stay here. And don’t take that dress off,” He
warns. Dominic walks away to where the docking station
is. He looks just as good going as he does coming.
There are speakers in the ceiling near the corners
of the room that will play whatever he chooses, once he
sets his iPod in the docking station. A melody from an
acoustic guitar plays a soothing beat that I cannot place.
After taking a quick glance in my direction, he sits
at the desk chair and removes his shoes and socks. As he
walks toward me he removes his belt, dropping it on the
floor near the bed, and untucks his shirt. His eyes never
leave mine as he advances.
Still silent, he walks past me and moves the table
between the couches, off to the side. When he stands
behind me I can feel his warm breath on my neck. As the
anticipation of his touch builds I’m afraid I am going to
combust before this goes any further. His fingers gently
graze my neck before he kisses the trail his fingers left.
Oh my god, I can’t take this much longer.
“What is this music?” I ask. He smiles against my
skin. It is as though he was hopping I would ask.
“Do you like it?” He kisses my neck again, “I
wrote it last night after you left the club. I am going to
call it, Sweetness.” I can feel him grinning against bare
skin as he speaks. “There are no words yet but I was
hopping you-could-help-me-with-that.” He breathes
between nips on my neck and shoulders.
Dominic pulls me in closer. I can feel the ridges of
his chest against my back. My hands intuitively go
behind my back to unzip my dress the rest of the way.
“Hold on,” he stops me, while grabbing my wrists
from behind my back. “I want you to take this off slowly,
to the rhythm of the music. When I play this song, I want
to imagine you, at this moment, putting on a show just
for me.”
Holy hell, I can’t do that. Can I? I have never done
anything like this before. As exciting as it sounds I don’t
know if I can perform for him. I swallow hard and nod as
he takes a step back. Even though I have my doubts
about this, he will be gone in two days. So what the hell.
“Hold that thought.” My eyes widen in
anticipation. I walk over to the button near the bed and
press it so the electric blinds to the windows close. I then
walk over to the large panel of lights and attempt to dim
them enough so I am not fully illuminated when I
embarrass myself.
Swallowing hard, I silently give myself a pep talk.
Man up, Hill. In two days he will be gone, and you can
chalk this up to, one cool ass thing you did, once. A few
deep breaths later, I will myself to walk back to the
couch. Dominic is smirking seductively in anticipation;
sitting on the couch in a laid back position, both arms
draped over the top.
“Just so you know, I have never put on a strip
tease for anyone before. I doubt I can live up to your
expectations.”
“I don’t care. As long as the end result is that dress
on the floor, we’re good. I just need some inspiration for
those lonely nights on the road.”
I drop my head and take a deep cleansing breath
to muster up the courage to do this. My face is hot and
flushed. I can feel Dominic’s eyes boring into my skin
like laser beams.
“This is humiliating.” I think to myself.
I stride over to him and shake my hips to the
rhythm of the music, feeling like a total ass. I run my
hands down the sides of my body and up my back to
locate the zipper. The only inspiration I can channel is the
scene from, True Lies, where Jamie Lee Curtis strips for
her husband.
I spread my feet wider apart and throw caution to
the wind. If I am going to do this, I better go big. As I
begin to slowly unzip my dress I see Dominic adjust his
pants and broaden his sitting position. The look on his
face is lascivious. Some of my self-consciousness fades,
knowing I’m doing that to him. I am turning him on. Me.
Right now, only me.
I turn around so my back is to him. I glance over
my shoulder and sweep the straps off, causing the dress
to fall to the floor. I step out of my dress and kick it to the
side as gracefully as I can, without tripping. The song
starts again. I shake my hips as my hands slid down the
sides of my thighs. Bending as low as I can go, I pop my
ass up in the air and straighten my legs while my torso is
still bent at the hip. I slowly glide my hands from my
ankles all the way up to my neck and through my hair.
With my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me,
instead of the god like creature behind me, I sway to the
music with my newfound confidence. I remove the clip
in my hair and toss my wavy blond hair to one side of
my shoulder. I reach behind my back to unclasp my lacy,
white bra with one hand while holding in the front with
my forearm arm so it doesn’t fall off. I put both hands on
the cups and spin around to face Dominic who looks like
he is ready to explode.
Oh, this is fun. My subconscious is clapping and
jumping in her seat like a kid at Christmas.
I reposition my forearm across my chest still not
wanting to reveal what is underneath. Since I am a very
full C cup, it is difficult to slide down the straps with one
hand. Still not wanting to uncover what god gave me, I
slip one arm off at a time, allowing the bra to fall to the
floor in front of me before sinking to my knees and
crawling between his legs.
He bites his bottom lip as I scoot closer, running
my hands up his thighs to the top of his pants. I can feel
his bulge in my palm as my fingers slip his zipper down.
I unbutton his shirt from the bottom up and kiss his chest
through the parted material as I do. When his chest is
fully exposed, I notice his nipple piercings are gone. I
look up at him as I pinch his nipples, silently asking
where they are.
“Not appropriate for a romantic dinner,” he
replies in a gravely voice before waving me on to
continue.
I pinch his nipples again and he moans in
response. While continuing to kiss down his rock hard
torso until I get to his happy trail, I grab the top of his
pants and urge them down. He lifts his hips to assist me.
I pull them all the way down to his knees and then
remove them completely, one leg at a time. I reposition
myself between his legs as I admire his length with my
hands. Even with two hands stacked on each other, the
full tip peaks out the top of my grip.
I lick my lips in appreciation, and then lower them
to his shaft; watching his expression through the tops of
my lashes. My moist lips glide over his smooth tip before
I at take his full girth into my mouth. Dominic’s head tips
back and his eyes close as he savors the feeling of my
mouth on his body. Swirling my tongue around his
crown, Dominic’s hisses through his teeth at the
sensation. I slowly run my lips down as far as I can take
him without gagging. As I lift my head I tighten the grip
around my lips and suck him hard but slow. Giving him
pleasure is just as much a turn on for me as it is for him.
“Fuck, Emma. That feels good.”
With his words urging me on I get a sudden
craving to continue. I quicken my pace thrusting my
hands up and down. Taking him in my mouth, further
then my mouth will allow slightly gagging at the last few
strokes.
“That’s enough, Sweetness. I want to feel you.” He
grabs me by my upper arms and stands me up while still
sitting. He slips my panties down my legs and holds
them up to his face to smell them.
What the hell?
He pulls my hips forward and I bend my knees on
the couch so I am sitting astride him. While holding my
waist he tells me to guide him inside me. Firmly holding
him in my hand I run the head between my wet folds
before positioning him at my entrance.
Dominic is making it clear by the grip on my hips
that he will control the pace. With every inch he enters
me his face shows restrain. I don’t know if he is being
easy just to prolong this, but this slow pace is torture.
Delicious torture, but torture nonetheless. I gasp,
enjoying the feeling of him filling me to the hilt. He bites
his bottom lip again trying to gage my reaction as
pleasure or pain.
“You good?”
“I’m perfect. Faster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
“You don’t like slow?” He asks with hooded eyes
and a devilish grin.
He guides me back up in the same pace he slid
into me. I attempt to force myself back down but he
tightens his grip on my hips.
“No way, baby. This feels too good.”
He slides me painfully slow down his length.
Taking my nipple into his mouth, he holds me firmly in
place and stops moving. I try in vein to rock my hips,
desperately needing to get some relief, but he holds me
still. I can feel my orgasm right on the edge. If he moves
even one inch in either direction I am going to lose it.
His arm wraps around my waist so tight I can’t
move. He sucks and licks my breasts appreciatively.
Desperation gives me unknown strength. I pull his arms
from around me, rise up his length and slam down hard.
The feeling of our bodies moving together is exhilarating.
His smell, his touch, combined with the much needed
contact I yearn for, I can’t hold on anymore. Moving and
grinding against him I shatter into a million pieces, while
screaming his name like it is the only word I know.
“Shhhh, its okay. Ride it out.” He grabs my hips
and starts to move me up and down again, forcing my
orgasm to go on and on.
Once my body starts to relax he stands up and
forces my legs around him. Without breaking our
connection, he walks us over to the bed. Dominic lays me
down on the bed and slides between my legs.
He positions himself between me and with his
weight on his elbows he holds my head into place and
looks at me sweetly while kissing my face and lips. He
feels so good, as if he were made to fit inside me. I can
feel myself building again when he rams into me deep
and hard. I moan into his mouth and he thrusts faster
and harder, over and over and over again. Dominic
suddenly sits up but stays inside me. He grabs my hips
and pulls me toward him, holding my ass firmly in his
hands. He releases one of his hands and I watch his
muscles strain to hold me off the bed with one hand.
“Give me your hand.” I comply to his demand. He
slips my middle and index finger into his mouth then
positions them on my clit, forcing them to trace small
circles over my most sensitive area.
“Keep going.” He grits as he removes his own
hand.
I continue to move as he slams into me
relentlessly. I remove my hand when my body seizes up.
Dominic takes over to prolong the feeling. Thrusting into
me several more times I feel him spill into me. Joining me
in the heavenly feeling of our bodies savoring one
another. That was the best sex I have ever had, bar none.
Dominic rolls off of me onto his back. We both lie
on our backs, staring at the ceiling while we catch our
breath. After one last sigh of relief he rolls onto his side
and pops his head in his palm as he traces a random
pattern around my belly button. .
“I have waited 5 years to get inside you,” he kisses
me on my nose. “You were worth every minute.”
I giggle shyly at his comment, “Ditto.”
I lie on my side facing him while tracing his abs
with my fingers. He watches my fingers glide over his
abs; his semi-hard mini Dom turns to stone.
“I don’t think you will have to wait another 5
years for a second go of it.”
I climb on top of him and position him between
my folds length wise so his head is strategically placed at
my clit. The warm liquid between us allows him to slide
his shaft between us with ease, but I don’t allow him to
enter me again. I can feel each twitch of his cock pulse
between us, hitting me in just the right spot. He props up
his legs behind me. I lean against them enjoying the
pulsing sensation between my legs. He slides a pillow
under his head so he can get a better look at the beautiful
site of our bodies pressing against one another.
“You better save your energy because when you
see what I am wearing tomorrow, you are going to want
to skip the show and go right to the after party.” I can
feel him flexing under me and I grind my hips in
reaction.
“Oh really. Can I have a sneak preview?”
“Nope. You will have to wait.” I run my hand
over his chest, stopping at his nipples. “Where are the
piercings? I always liked them.”
“I took them out a few years ago. I got bored of
them.” I bite my lip as the pressure between my legs
builds again.
He pushes me over and kisses me neck “I believe
there was a promise made in the elevator. Better keep up
my end of the bargain.”

I open my eyes
and see nothing but blackness and the
dim, red light from my alarm clock glowing off the wall.
I sit up to stretch my sore muscles realizing that my room
is dark because the opaque shades are still drawn.
Hitting the button on the side of my nightstand to reopen
them, I am instantly sorry I did. As the shades climb up
the wall my room is flooded with late morning sunlight;
a unwelcomed contrast from the blackness.

Ugh…too bright.
As my eyes adjust I realize Dominic is not with
me. I kick off the blankets to search for him. If it wasn’t
for the pleasant ache between my legs I would think last
night was a dream.
I walk into the bathroom to freshen up before I
widen my search to the rest of the apartment. My limbs
are so stiff from all the exercise I endured last night. All I
want right now is a bath, preferably not a solo one, and
some strong coffee.
I slip on a t-shirt and pajama shorts before I walk
out of my room and down the hall. The sounds of,
Pitbull, blaring in the living room this early in the day is
surly not going to win points with our neighbors. I laugh
when I stop into the kitchen to see Wanda dancing and
singing as she unpacks some of our kitchen boxes.
“WANDA!!!...WANDA!!!” Nothing. “WANDA!!!”
She still can’t hear me. I walk over to the docking station
in the living room and turn the music down.
“What the…well good,” she looks at the clock,
“morning. Did you sleep well? I would say no, from all
that guitar playing and moaning.”
“Have you seen Dominic?”
“I did. At about nine. He was doing the walk of
shame when I was making coffee. I offered him some and
we talked a little. He really is a nice guy. He left but told
me to tell you to be at the club by 8:30. Annnnnd….he left
this for you.” Wanda hands me a small envelope with my
name on it.
“Thanks.”
“Sooooo. How was, Mr. Rock and Roll?”
“Sweet. Very, sweet. We had dinner and took a
carriage ride, then came back here. I fell on my ass.” I
glace up from the envelope in my hand. “Then…” I
hesitated a second before I spit the last part out quickly.
“I did a strip tease to the song he is writing about me.”
“You?! You did a strip tease?” Wanda
laughs from her gut as she holds onto the counter for
support. Her contagious laughter has us both in stitches.
“I know right. When he asked me I was like...
honey, you got the wrong girl. But he insisted I could do
it, and girl, I worked it.” A sudden boost of confidence
kicked in and I strutted over to turn the music up.
“Lemme’ see. Keep your clothes on, but lemme’
see.”
I dance around the living room like a fool who
needs medication for involuntary movements.
“Hold on. Max should be here any second. Show
him your strip tease.” On queue, there was a knock at the
door. I turn on some dance song with a lot of bass and
opened the door to Max holding a small brown bag and a
tray with 3 coffees. I grabbed the tray and walk back to
the kitchen like a run way supermodel, shaking my ass
the whole way, making a show of it.
“Max, come in. Emma is going to strip for us.”
Max stopped dead in his tracks with a dumbfounded
look on his face as I shook my ass against Wanda’s
backside.
“I don’t know why this is my lucky day, but I
am
not
complaining,” Max says climbing up on the barstool.
Wanda caught him up to what was going on as I
continue to spin around the kitchen shaking my hips
very purposefully. “Emma, you really did a strip tease?”
“Why do you guys keep saying it like that?” I
impishly slap Max’s arm. “Apparently I can move,” I add
as I shake my ass some more against Wanda’s leg.
“PFFFTTTTTT...honey I love you, but you can’t
dance. Even for a gringa your rhythm is off.” Wanda and
Max both laugh at me. “I’m sorry, Emma. He must really
like you to lie about your dancing skills.”
My face falls in mock sadness. “I am taking my
coffee, and my note, and going to take a bath. Hmph!” I
grab my coffee from the counter and turn back toward
my room.
“Emma, we’re sorry. We still love you. Come back
and dance for us,” Wanda yells down the hall as her and
Max continue to laugh.
“Screw you both,” I singsong.
Dominic liked it. I know he did. He showed me he
liked it...more than once.
I turn on the faucet to fill the tub. Needing some
pampering, I pour coconut, scented bath wash into the
water. As the tub is filling I open the envelope and read
the message from Dominic: