Authors: S Gonzalez
“How did you get here so early? We didn’t expect
you until tomorrow,” I ask.
“I knew you were arriving tonight. Yesterday I
told the guys that we weren’t stopping. I talked to the
driver and convinced him to let us all take turns driving
so we could go right through. I couldn’t wait to see my
girl.” He kisses my nose just as the elevator door pings. I
fish the room key out of my purse as we both continue to
grope each other along the way.
When I finally get the door open Dominic glances
around and whistles through his teeth before asking
which room is mine. I point to my door and his eyes go
dark. “Room. Naked. Now!” He says very seriously.
I practically run toward the bedroom door
giggling. He eagerly follows closing and locking the door
behind him before he leans his back on the door and
crosses his arms. I stand in the middle of the room and
observe him, awaiting further instruction. “Your clothes
aren’t going to take themselves off, Emma.”
“Then I suggest you take them off of me.”
“Oh, Sweetness, with pleasure.”
Dominic stalks toward me. I immediately feel my
panties dampen in anticipation. I step back toward the
bed until I feel the mattress behind my knees. He grabs
my shoulders and pushes me down on the bed before
dropping to his knees, before taking off my shoes and
socks. My eyes are fixed on him the whole time.
My breathing is getting harsher. All of my nerve
endings are standing at attention anticipating his skin
touching mine. I lift my shirt over my head and lay back.
Dominic slides up and unbuttons my jeans with shaky
hands; as if he is just as nervous as I am.
His well maintained body floats over me while his
callused hands lift my camisole up slightly, so he can kiss
my stomach. His fresh scent makes me more attuned to
his physical presence in my room. I feel his hands caress
my lower torso until he finds his way down to my
waistband to slip down my zipper. He pulls my pants
down and off while tracing the tip of his warm tongue
across my hip bone.
Dominic stands and removes his t-shirt, shoes,
and socks while I slide up the bed onto my knees
wearing nothing but my matching white lace bra and
thong. He steps toward the bed and I stop him. “Pants!”
Bending at the hips he pulls off his pants and
boxer briefs in one motion. Yup, he is just as impressive
as I recall, standing superbly naked and eager. I bite my
bottom lip and drink in his lean, muscular body that is
brightly painted with colorful tattoos down his arms and
across his shoulders. Goddamn he’s sexy.
Slowly inching toward me, the symbol of what a
man should be joins me on his knees on the bed. We are a
breath apart; the only part of him touching me is his
erection between us. He smells of cologne, the same kind
he left behind when he left New York. I have grown so
accustom to the scent I could spot it like a bloodhound
from across a room. I would spray it on my pillow before
I would go to sleep at night and pretend he was with me.
It somehow made me feel closer to him.
Dominic brushes my hair off my shoulder and
runs his fingers down my back to the clasp of my bra.
With ease he frees the tiny hooks and I wiggle the straps
off my arms so it falls onto the bed. He looks down;
stopping at my chest, then back up. His hooded bedroom
eyes leaving trails of warmth in their wake. He runs his
fingers from my back, around my ribcage, and up to my
breasts grabbing each of them with his whole hand. I
moan and wrap my arms around his neck so we can be
as close as possible. I have missed his touch. I have
yearned for him since the day I watched his bus leave,
and I am bursting with anticipation for him to be inside
of me.
“I am so happy to see you, Emma. I dreamt of you
almost every night. I would spray your perfume in my
hotel room wherever I was, just so I could smell you.” He
kisses my neck and cheeks. I can feel his cock twitching
between us as he presses him body into mine.
“I see that you are happy to see me. Or rather, I
feel that you are happy to see me.” I smirk. I can feel him
doing the same against my neck as he continues his trail
of wet kisses. “I did the same thing, ya’ know. Spraying
your cologne in my room. I have gone through a lot of
batteries this month,” I giggle shyly.
Pulling back he kisses my lips gently before he
yanks my legs out from underneath me effortlessly, by
yanking on my upper thighs.
Jeez, so rough. Usually, anything aggressive
would set me off to a full blown freak out but it is not the
case with Dominic. He is rough but I feel completely safe
with him. I am usually a one and done kind of girl. I
never really date as much as have one night stands to
satisfy my needs. I never wanted anyone to get too close
before him. Glen did that to me. He made me feel
worthless and dirty. He constantly drove the point home
that I was ruined and no one would ever want me, let
alone love me.
But Dominic wants me. He makes me feel
beautiful and cherished. His words warm my soul and
make me believe that I am good enough for more that a
quick fuck. I’m getting way ahead of myself. I doubt after
a month of talking and texting he is ready for anything
more. Hell, I don’t know that I can be anything more for
him. I am a dime a dozen. He hasn’t said anything but I
can’t imagine he went this whole time without touching
another woman. Not with all those wiling girls at his
disposal. I know Wanda is right, I can only control my
actions not his. I have to live for the time we are together
and not worry about the time we are apart. I knew this
was part of the arrangement. Friends with benefits, that’s
the deal.
I have been used for sex since I was 16, and in turn
I have used others in the same manner so I know what it
feels like. But this is not the case now. The feelings I have
for Dominic are alien to me in a good way. Feeling
cherished and appreciated by a man that is not
something I am used to. Dominic makes me feel loved
and protected.
Loved? Maybe that is not the right word. I have
never loved anyone before. Infatuation? Maybe, but not
love. Sex and love are compartmentalized in my brain
and those boxes don’t touch. I have never associated sex
with love. Sex is a need. A tool if you will, to get what
you want. Glen taught me that. Glen taught me that sex
could be used to have total control over another person
no matter how dirty and defiled you feel in the end. But
now, I don’t know. I feel like sex with Dominic is more
intense because there is feeling behind it. I like this
feeling.
Dominic hovers over me, cradled in between my
legs. He pulls my hands above my head and holds my
wrists in place while tracing a path with his fingertips
back toward my torso with his free hand. He cups me
between my legs. He touches the tender flesh to see how
ready I am before placing himself at my opening; he
doesn’t push in. He kisses and sucks on my breasts, I can
feel my stomach muscles tighten in response. He hasn’t
even entered me yet and I am so turned on with
anticipation I almost lose it.
“Dominic…please” I beg. He pushes his thick
crown into me then stills, again.
“Please what Mrs. Hernandez? You will have to
keep your voice down if you don’t want your husband to
hear you begging your boy toy to fuck you.” What the
fuck? I freeze but he continues his torture on my body
with his lips. My head is not in the game anymore. I
don’t know if he is serious or if he is role-playing but I
don’t like this.
“Dominic, stop.” He stills, just before his lips
touch my skin, and looks up at me. “Why are you saying
these things? I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”
“Baby, of course I am serious.” He pushes a little
further into me and then starts to slowly retreat. My
body defies me as I moan when he begins to fill me. He
feels so good I don’t know if I want him to stop or
continue with this conversation.
“Why are you calling me Mrs. Hernandez? I
explained that that was a misunderstanding and I
apologized for it.” He slides his tip back and forth along
the rigid flesh that causes woman to pray to god they
have a g-spot. I swear I am going to completely fall over
the edge before this matter is worked out if he keeps this
up.
“And I believe you. I have to trust that you’re
telling me the truth. What I don’t have to do is accept my
girl groping another man in public. As fictitious as it may
be, I don’t like it. You-are-my-girl.” He slams into me and
my eyes roll into the back of my head in ecstasy. “Say it.”
I can feel my body giving way. One more bit of
friction and I will be gone. “Yes. Your girl. Only yours. “
He slams into me again and my insides quicken as he
stills. Dominic pulls out slowly and my orgasm again
comes to a scratching halt.
“Good girl. You are mine, Sweetness. Your body
belongs to me and in turn my heart belongs to you
baby.” He lets go of my wrists and brushes my face with
the back of his knuckles. His heart belongs to me? I don’t
know what he means. Hell, my head is so fuzzy right
now I am not even sure I heard him correctly. He kisses
me passionately and begins to move slowly in and out of
me. My body can’t take it anymore and I scream out his
name into his mouth while he continues to make sweet
love to me. He never picks up his pace. Never once lets
his own urge to move, take over his need to completely
satisfy me. All his hard work makes this euphoric
moment go on and on until I am a puddle of goo beneath
him.
I try to control my breathing as I come back down
from wherever he sent my body off too. I can feel him
watching me. I open my eyes to meet his shiny green
orbs. I cup his face with my hands and pull him down
for a wet sloppy kiss that is more appreciative then
romantic. Dominic opens his eyes and puts his forehead
on mine. His hips moving in slow steady thrusts as his
own pleasure builds.
“I love you, Emma,” he says, seriously. Very
seriously. His words cause me to crack a smile, before he
pants out my name, reveling in his own blissful moment.
His eyes are looking directly into mine, never breaking
contact. With one more thrust he completely empties
himself into me. His body shudders as he squeezes out
the last of his release.
He loves me. He really loves me?
Dominic rolls off of me and we both stare at the
ceiling. Silently. Neither one of us says a word for what
feels like forever. “Emma. Say something.”
“That was amazeballs,” I say, matter of factly.
“Say something else” he huffs appreciatively. I
turn my head to look at him, but he doesn’t take his eyes
off the ceiling. He just watches it with wide eyes as if he’s
scared.
“What do you want me to say?” He turns his head
toward me with hurt in his eyes. “Nothing you don’t
want to.” He climbs off the bed and grabs his boxers and
his t-shirt off the floor, pulling them onto his body as if it
were on fire and his clothes were the only things who
could put it out.
“Dominic?”
I feel very vulnerable being completely naked
while he redresses. I grab my robe and slip it on before
he is able to locate any more of his clothes. He sits on the
edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his
hands in his hair, thinking deeply about something. I sit
next to him and put my hand on his back but his flinch at
my touch makes me think better of leaving it there.
“Why, Emma? Why do you always make me feel
like I am your plaything? I tell you I love you and when I
ask you to respond you make some comment on how
good the sex was. If you don’t love me, that’s fine. I don’t
expect you to lie to me, but at least have the decency to
tell me how you do feel when I ask you.” He stands up
and tugs on his jeans.
I look down at my hands twisting in my lap. I
don’t know if I can tell him how I feel. Why can’t I just be
normal? Why can’t I tell him how I feel and be happy? I
have never told anyone what I want to tell Dominic. I
want to tell him that he is the most special thing in the
world to me. That when he is with me it is like time
stands still and we are the only two people on the planet.
I want to scream that I love him, too!
Well fuck me, I love him, too!
“Dominic don’t go. I’m –“ He cuts me off before I
can apologize.
“Why, Emma? Why shouldn’t I leave? Since I left
New York, you are all I think of. You are the last thing I
think about at night, and the first thing I think about in
the morning. I have missed you, and now that I am here
and I’ve told you how I feel…DAMN it Emma. I am
pouring my heart out and you won’t even look at me.”
I raise my chin with tears in my eyes. I can’t lose
him. I need him. He can’t leave me. He should, but he
can’t. He kneels down in front of me and takes my hands.
The tears begin to flow down my cheeks as he tries to
lock my eyes with his while I look at anything but him.
“Emma, please. Tell me how you feel. If it’s just
sex then-“
“It’s not just sex.” I manage to force out while
containing the huge lump in my throat.
“Then I don’t understand. If it’s not just sex, then“
“Dominic, I love you. At least I think I do. I
have never been in love before. I have never had a real
boyfriend before.” His shoulders sag for a moment
before I see them jump up and down. Laughing quietly
to himself he sinks down on the floor clearly relieved by
my admission.
“I am glad you think I am funny,” I spit out,
wiping away my tears.
“Sweetness, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. Well,
not because I think this is funny. I am just so relieved. I
feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of me.
I was scared to tell you that I loved you. I was afraid of
your reaction. If you didn’t feel the same way I would’ve
be shattered. Would’ve made some epic songwriting
though.” He lifts his body up and kneels between my
legs, wiping the remaining tears away. He was sporting a
huge contagious smile; I couldn’t help but laugh a little
also.
“I am sorry if I hurt your feelings and I am sorry
that I make you feel like a toy. That’s not how I think of
you. I’m serious though. I have never had a real
boyfriend before. This is all very new to me but I do love
you. I do,” I tell him, pleading for him to believe me.