I could have lost myself, kissing him. I probably would have, too, if it weren't for the doorknob pressing into my ass, making me hiss every time it jabbed into me. The thump of the bass from downstairs and the remains of my buzz coupled with Dom's mouth against mine were enough to make me overlook it for a while, but eventually enough was enough.
"Move," I growled, my hand at the center of his chest, pushing him back toward the bed. As soon as he sat down I was on him, straddling his lap as I tried to get as close to him as possible with all of our clothes still on. My skirt got pushed up around my waist, and I could already feel his hard-on pressing against me through his pants. His tongue plunged into my mouth, our teeth crashing together as we tried to devour each other.
I slid my hands under Dom's shirt, pulling away from him just long enough to pull it over his head and throw it onto the bed next to us. "Shit," I mumbled, grinning at him as I took advantage of the chance to look him over. A few seconds was all I gave myself, though, before I pounced on him, pushing him back onto the bed.
"You got plans for me or something?" Dom asked, smirking at me as he slid his hands behind his head.
I just rolled my eyes, shaking my head. I couldn't help laughing, though. Shit, I was still riding such a high from winning the race there wasn't any way I was giving up control, not even to him. "You got a problem with that?" I asked, staring him down, my eyebrows raised as I called his bluff.
He just laughed and I shook my head again, waiting for him to focus before I started to move. I rolled my hips gently against his, just barely moving as I slid my hands underneath my shirt. Inch by inch it came up, so slowly I could barely stand it myself. In the end, I had to force myself to keep to that tortuous pace and not just rip the damned thing right off.
I could feel Dom's eyes glued to my body, and I couldn't help smirking at him as I reached back to undo my bra. My hips started moving a little more, rubbing against him as I tried to get more friction going between us. Still, I didn't go any faster, teasingly easing each bra strap down over my arms and then tossing it away as well.
Dom growled, low in his throat, as I cupped my tits with my hands and the sound of it went straight through me, getting me wetter. Shit, it was enough to make me wish I'd gone commando; there were still way too many layers between us.
I lifted up onto my knees, quickly shimmying out of my underwear and sending them flying after my bra. I moved a little further down Dom's body, smirking at him again as I undid his belt and pulled it off.
"I think you need to race more often," Dom said, his voice rough and gravelly. "This take-charge Letty's kinda hot."
"Kinda?" I asked, grabbing for his shirt, rolling it up and snapping it at his chest. I couldn't help laughing as he tried to shield himself with his hands, acting like a complete fool. Being able to see this side of him was almost the biggest turn-on of all – I knew I was probably the only girl he'd ever let see inside of his tough guy façade.
It didn't take much longer to get the rest of his clothes off, leaving him naked underneath me. I leaned over to snatch a rubber from the box on his nightstand, nearly falling off the bed as I lost my balance. I could still feel Dom shaking underneath me when I recovered, knew he was trying to fight back the laugh, but I just stared him down, eyebrows raised. Have to admit, I thought about torturing him, making him beg for it, but shit, even I don't have that kinda willpower.
Still, I had to draw it out, make him wait a little. Couldn't let him think he was getting away with teasing me, or I'd never hear the end of it. So I took my time rolling the rubber onto his dick, just barely teasing his balls with my nails. Finally, though, I took pity on him, positioning myself above him and plunging down onto him in one fluid movement.
I bit my lip, taking a few seconds to let myself adjust to his size before I started moving, lifting myself almost completely off of him before letting myself slowly sink down again. Leaning back, I made sure his eyes were on me as I cupped my tits again. I couldn't help groaning as I started playing with my nipples, twisting and pulling at them.
Apparently he couldn't, either, since I heard his voice echoing mine as he grabbed onto my hips and started guiding my movements. Technically I guess I should have protested, since I had wanted to be in control and all. But shit, I wasn't going to argue with what felt good.
I lost track of how long I just rode him like that, letting him increase the pace of our movements as I kept tugging at my nipples, my groans getting steadily louder. We actually fell out of rhythm as I writhed on top of him, desperately trying to get more from this, enough to push me over the edge.
"Turn around," he growled, guiding me through the turn so that I ended up facing away from him.
"You got tired of watching?" I asked, my voice low and breathy.
"Lean back," was all he said, though, his hands coming to my waist to help support my weight.
No sooner was I where he wanted me than he started moving furiously beneath me, his dick slamming into me like a jackhammer, making my tits bounce all over the place. When his hand came searching for my clit, pawing at me – shit, that was it. My entire body tensed, and I bit my lip so hard trying to get that last bit I needed to go over to the edge that I tasted blood right before I went, spasms racking my body throughout one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had.
"Stop, enough!" I cried out when he just kept going, not even close to being able to handle any more sensation. Shit, it felt like if he didn't stop, I would just completely fall apart, right there. Thankfully, he let me rest there, his dick still buried deep inside me and still completely hard. I don't even really know how long I took to catch my breath.
Finally ready to go for round two, I started moving again. Leaning forward, I braced my hands just above his knees and slowly began pumping my hips against his again. It was weird at first, not being able to see him, but shit, he was getting so deep inside me I didn't even care. And when he grabbed my ass, almost forcing me to lean further forward, I could tell why he'd wanted me in this position.
I could see everything, perfectly, and I couldn't take my eyes off of his dick, watching it slide into me every time I sank down onto him. And from the way he grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and guiding our rhythm, I was pretty sure he had just as good of a view. He started bucking underneath me again, pounding into me so hard I was sure we were gonna end up with a broken bed.
Just as I thought he was about to come, though, he stopped. "What're you doing?" I asked, my mouth dry again.
Instead of answering, he just rolled us onto our sides and hooked my leg over his, my foot pressing against his thigh. He reached between us, rubbing at my clit as he started thrusting into me yet again. I couldn't keep quiet as our bodies slapped against each other, my moans getting louder every second. All I could do was hope that the music downstairs covered up the noise we were making. Christ, I already got enough shit from Mia and Amber about being a screamer.
Before too long, though, I couldn't even think about that anymore. I bit at the inside of my lip, my entire focus narrowing to his fingers on my clit. I arched my back, fighting to get as close to him as possible, my hips bucking.
I could literally feel the release building again inside me, my entire body tightening as I fought to hold onto it, only to groan as it slipped away. I knew I could get off again. Shit, there were nights Dom tried to break his records on me. But even so, the timing of it all was essential – wait too long, or not long enough, and it just didn't work again until hours later.
Every thrust was like that, though, and I was sure if he could just hold on long enough before blowing his load that he'd be able to get me there. I grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his skin as I tried to make him push harder against my pussy.
"You're gonna be sore tomorrow," he warned, but I didn't give a damn and I definitely didn't back off.
It seemed to take forever, but eventually I knew without a doubt that I was almost there. "Close," I grunted, trying to warn Dom to make sure he got his too or maybe just urge him on, I wasn't sure.
It did the trick, either way. I couldn't help whining when he pulled out of me, almost whimpering, desperate until he pushed me over onto my hands and knees and I felt him moving behind me. I leaned forward, my face pressed against the mattress, as I thrust my hand down between my legs. As soon as my fingers reached my clit, Dom started pounding into me again, even harder than before. I couldn't stop whining and whimpering, working so hard to get off I thought I might start crying if it didn't work for some reason, or at the very least I'd make Dom pay somehow for leaving me hanging.
Luckily for both of us, it didn't take very much for me to get there. He followed after just a few more strokes, both of us collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily. I don't know how much longer we lay just like that – it could have been seconds or minutes or hours.
"Bring me water?" I asked when Dom eventually rolled off of me.
"Yeah, of course," he answered, nodding as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.
"Should've said to do it before you got in the shower," I mumbled to myself when I heard the water star.
Shit, I probably could have used a shower myself, but I couldn't bring myself to get up. Not even the thought of spending the rest of the night laying in the wet spot was enough to move me. I tried to stay awake until Dom got back but I couldn't even manage that. Fucking my brains out – guaranteed way to get me into a deep ass sleep.