Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7) by C. J. Fallowfield

her face and pulled it up to look at me again.
    ‘It gets me off to hear you talk dirty.’ I gently
thrust, letting my cock sweep over her sensitive nub again and she mewled as
she looked at me.
    ‘Fuck me,’ she ordered, with determination.
‘Impale my pussy with your giant monster cock.’
    ‘Excellent, you’re such a quick study,’ I praised,
as my cock surged, hearing those words roll off the sweetest, purest, of lips.
    ‘Softly though, I’m still a bit tender,’ she
added, making me laugh and kiss her again. I gently entered her and she gripped
my shoulders and started to ride me, her breasts jiggling, tempting me to bend
down and bite one of her nipples, gently this time. Her heated cries above me
had me fighting against coming. She was ruining me. I swivelled my hips as I
nibbled and sucked on her, trying to ignore the low rumble of my balls,
desperate to offload again. No way was I ever going back to wearing damn
condoms, her hot flesh wrapped like cling film around my cock was
extraordinary.
    ‘I’m coming again, I’m so sorry, I’m … coming,’
she cried, her voice full of anguish.
    ‘Come for me then, I’m right with you. Scream for
me, angel. Let me hear you scream.’
    ‘Yes, yes … Ahhhh, Lucas, ’ she panted, as
she rose and fell faster and faster as I pumped into her harder. ‘Now … now … now, ’
her voice trailed off as her head tipped back again, her eyes rolling and
unfocussed as she started to buck in my arms. I gripped her waist to hold her
steady as I let my release come, loving the feeling of me pumping my seed into
her, coating both of us.
    ‘Summer, you’re killing me,’ I choked, feeling
overcome with emotion. She threw her arms around my neck and rested her head on
my shoulder, placing light kisses on my neck that had me shiver. I held her
until her body calmed down, until we were both breathing normally again, then
took a few steps back under the blast of the hot water, hearing her let out a gentle
sigh, full of contentment. I was right there with her. I couldn’t wait to take
her to my bed, to watch her sleeping in my arms. I gently lifted her off me,
lathered up my hands and took my time washing her, chuckling as she got
embarrassed again when I cleaned her between the legs. ‘I put a supply of your usual
toiletries in the left hand cabinet above the sink,’ I advised, as I kissed her
and handed her a fluffy towel off the heated rail. She smiled and wrapped
herself in it, squeezing the water out of her long hair and padded out to find
her stuff to clean her face. I watched as I cleaned myself up. It had been a
long time since I’d had a woman in my own en-suite. Even when I was seeing
Lucy, six odd years ago, I mainly stayed at hers. I was quite territorial about
my own space. Yet seeing Summer here seemed natural. Like she belonged. I
turned off the water, wrapping a towel around my waist, smirking to myself as I
caught her looking at my abs in the reflection of the mirror. I left her to dry
her hair and went to make us a quick chicken in lemon sauce stir fry, I was
ravenous.
     
    I ate, with my left hand, my right one holding
hers, our fingers tightly laced. I’d spent so long unable to touch her as often
as I wanted, that now she was here, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I even stood
behind her as we brushed our teeth, smiling at her through the foam and then
ripped her towel away, swept her off her feet, carried her to my bed and threw
her on it, watching her breasts bounce as she landed laughing. Her laugh soon
turning to a wince as she pulled a face.
    ‘What’s wrong?’
    ‘My bottom’s stinging a bit,’ she shrugged. I
quickly rolled her over to examine the still coloured cheeks.
    ‘Lie there, like that, I’ll be back in a minute. I
have something that may help.’ I headed to the en-suite and rummaged for my
bottle of witch hazel, helping myself to some of her cotton wool, then went to
grab some more ice from the freezer, wrapping it in a tea