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Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By the time she's sixteen, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
Letty's POV
I climbed on top of him as he laid back, my weight resting on my knees that were placed on either side of his body. My hands splayed out beneath his shirt, raking lightly across his chest as I bent my head to his. Lips warm and moist, I kissed him with a fierce yearning and hunger. Flicking my tongue against his lips, I smiled against his mouth as his tongue came out to tickle mine. My breath was hot and stifled as my fingers traced up his pecks and a pulled his shirt up and over his head, bringing my head up from his mouth.
I pulled my shirt up and over my head and then my eyes noticed a small bear shaped bottle on the side table. Honey, Mia had made Dom cornbread and he always ate it with honey. Grinning mischievously at him, I grabbed the bottle and popped open the lid. His dark eyes filled with amusement as I tilted it back and poured a trail of the sweet smelling liquid down his bare chest. Giving him on last glance, I lowered my head and ran my tongue slowly and lightly up his abs, lapping up the sugary stream. He moaned loudly and I felt his erection grow and press lightly against my belly.
"You like that, Papi?" I asked huskily, coming up and arching an eyebrow at his face.
"Hmmmm," he purred, his lips curving into a smile. I loved it when he gave me that smile; it sent shivers down my spine. I poured another trail of honey down his belly this time. My tongue flicked and rubbed against his hard flesh, his breath become ever more tense. Wrapping his fingers in my hair, he tried to keep hi cool as I began gently working the button of his jeans. I could tell when I began slowly pulling down his zipper that he was in total agony.
"Tell me you want me, Papi," I whispered; my voice thick with desire.
His eyes opened and he stared at me, still crouched right above his crotch. "I want you, baby," he grinned. Tearing my gaze from his, I peeled off his jeans and threw them to the floor. Next came his boxers. After a few moments of gentle tickles around the waistline, I finally pulled them off when he lifted up. I straddled his lap, still wearing my jeans and bra.
"Come on, baby," he urged me on. Grabbing his hand, I rubbed his fingertips against my crotch, knowing he could feel my heat even through the rough fabric. "You want this, Dominic?" I asked him, rubbing his hand hard against me, "Tell me how bad you want this." An idea struck me, a fun sounding one.
I felt his erection pressing up against my thigh as he stammered, "I want you so much, baby." I smiled triumphantly and climbed off of him. He gave me a weird look as I took off my jeans and threw them into the pile. I stood in the middle of the room and curled my finger at him, beckoning him to come to me. Quickly, he jumped out of the bed and walked towards me.
"No," I shook my head, acting disapproved, "I want you to crawl over here and prove that you deserve this." After an awkward glance at me, he slumped to his knees and crawled towards me. He gently ran his palms up my legs, kneading into my ass and hips. Slowly, he slid his hand between my legs and coaxed them apart. I was already wet and ready for him, and he knew this when he ran his fingers from the back to the front across the silk of my thong. Pulling my head back, I let out a long sigh as my body shivered in response to him.
His fingers slipped inside my straps and pulled the small piece of fabric off. I let out a moan as he slipped his fingers into me, slowly pumping them in and out of me. He smiled in satisfaction at my obvious enjoyment and he put his face into my curls. Lapping at my moist folds, his tongue worked in and out of me as his fingers rubbed my clit. In a few moments, I was bucking against him, crying out in my orgasm. He rose from his knees, his eyes hungry as he looked at me. "No need for this," he said unsnapping and pulling off my bra.
Putting my hand on his chest, I pushed him backwards until he fell back on the bed, taking me down with him. I straddled him once again, his erection slipping into me with ease. I delighted in the first feeling of our intercourse, my head rocking to one side as I began to rock. His hands grasped my ass firmly and he began increasing my speed. We both panted as I rode him, his arms pulling me up and down hard on him. I felt myself beginning to climax and I ground down on him faster and harder. My head flung back as my walls tightened around him, screaming out as I soared into my orgasm. He brought me down one more time on him before I felt his seed explode inside me. I climbed off of him and laid down next to him, enjoying the delicious feeling of my climax.
Summary: Letty has loved Dom since she met him, but she never thought she would have chance with him. After years, of cruel teasing and harsh treatment from Dom, she finally begins to get over him. By the time she's sixteen, she realizes she just might be able to live with out him. But as Letty is getting over Dom, he is falling in love with her. Will Dom be able to tell Letty how he feels? Will it be too late? Each chapter will alternate POV between Dom and Letty.
Letty's POV
I climbed on top of him as he laid back, my weight resting on my knees that were placed on either side of his body. My hands splayed out beneath his shirt, raking lightly across his chest as I bent my head to his. Lips warm and moist, I kissed him with a fierce yearning and hunger. Flicking my tongue against his lips, I smiled against his mouth as his tongue came out to tickle mine. My breath was hot and stifled as my fingers traced up his pecks and a pulled his shirt up and over his head, bringing my head up from his mouth.
I pulled my shirt up and over my head and then my eyes noticed a small bear shaped bottle on the side table. Honey, Mia had made Dom cornbread and he always ate it with honey. Grinning mischievously at him, I grabbed the bottle and popped open the lid. His dark eyes filled with amusement as I tilted it back and poured a trail of the sweet smelling liquid down his bare chest. Giving him on last glance, I lowered my head and ran my tongue slowly and lightly up his abs, lapping up the sugary stream. He moaned loudly and I felt his erection grow and press lightly against my belly.
"You like that, Papi?" I asked huskily, coming up and arching an eyebrow at his face.
"Hmmmm," he purred, his lips curving into a smile. I loved it when he gave me that smile; it sent shivers down my spine. I poured another trail of honey down his belly this time. My tongue flicked and rubbed against his hard flesh, his breath become ever more tense. Wrapping his fingers in my hair, he tried to keep hi cool as I began gently working the button of his jeans. I could tell when I began slowly pulling down his zipper that he was in total agony.
"Tell me you want me, Papi," I whispered; my voice thick with desire.
His eyes opened and he stared at me, still crouched right above his crotch. "I want you, baby," he grinned. Tearing my gaze from his, I peeled off his jeans and threw them to the floor. Next came his boxers. After a few moments of gentle tickles around the waistline, I finally pulled them off when he lifted up. I straddled his lap, still wearing my jeans and bra.
"Come on, baby," he urged me on. Grabbing his hand, I rubbed his fingertips against my crotch, knowing he could feel my heat even through the rough fabric. "You want this, Dominic?" I asked him, rubbing his hand hard against me, "Tell me how bad you want this." An idea struck me, a fun sounding one.
I felt his erection pressing up against my thigh as he stammered, "I want you so much, baby." I smiled triumphantly and climbed off of him. He gave me a weird look as I took off my jeans and threw them into the pile. I stood in the middle of the room and curled my finger at him, beckoning him to come to me. Quickly, he jumped out of the bed and walked towards me.
"No," I shook my head, acting disapproved, "I want you to crawl over here and prove that you deserve this." After an awkward glance at me, he slumped to his knees and crawled towards me. He gently ran his palms up my legs, kneading into my ass and hips. Slowly, he slid his hand between my legs and coaxed them apart. I was already wet and ready for him, and he knew this when he ran his fingers from the back to the front across the silk of my thong. Pulling my head back, I let out a long sigh as my body shivered in response to him.
His fingers slipped inside my straps and pulled the small piece of fabric off. I let out a moan as he slipped his fingers into me, slowly pumping them in and out of me. He smiled in satisfaction at my obvious enjoyment and he put his face into my curls. Lapping at my moist folds, his tongue worked in and out of me as his fingers rubbed my clit. In a few moments, I was bucking against him, crying out in my orgasm. He rose from his knees, his eyes hungry as he looked at me. "No need for this," he said unsnapping and pulling off my bra.
Putting my hand on his chest, I pushed him backwards until he fell back on the bed, taking me down with him. I straddled him once again, his erection slipping into me with ease. I delighted in the first feeling of our intercourse, my head rocking to one side as I began to rock. His hands grasped my ass firmly and he began increasing my speed. We both panted as I rode him, his arms pulling me up and down hard on him. I felt myself beginning to climax and I ground down on him faster and harder. My head flung back as my walls tightened around him, screaming out as I soared into my orgasm. He brought me down one more time on him before I felt his seed explode inside me. I climbed off of him and laid down next to him, enjoying the delicious feeling of my climax.