Looking at her reflection in the vanity mirror, Amanda took a steadying breath and she tried to control fluttering in her abdomen. She hardly recognized herself lately, she was happy and it showed. Her heart felt so full it was hard for her to take a deep breath and this breathless feeling had been with her since that night she kissed Sonny on that dock.
And now she was in his childhood home, meeting his mother. The old Amanda Rollins would've run for the hills at the mere mention of "meeting the parents" but now, she wanted nothing more than to meet the people that shaped her favorite person.
Just as she was checking her make up in the mirror one last time, the bathroom door opened and her boyfriend slipped in. "What are you doing?" She scolded quietly, unable to hide the delight that lit her face at his appearance.
"Ma wanted me to make sure you didn't get lost." There was a teasing quality to his tone as he approached her, his hands slipping around her waist. His smile matched hers as he pressed flush against her, trapping her hips between his and the counter. "You okay?" He asked, a flicker of concern crossing his bright face.
Her hands climbed his lean shoulders and met at the nape of his neck. "Yeah, just needed a second to take a breath."
"I'm sorry, she could be a lot somet…", he began to defend but was cut off by his girlfriend's lips.
Shaking her head, she pulled back after giving him a few lingering pecks. "No, she's wonderful. I love being in the house where you grew up, seeing your pictures on the walls." She gushed, enchanted by the charm of the well lived-in home. "It feels good to be here with you. I'm really happy… it's kind of overwhelming." Her words were on the verge of breathless and his soft, compassionate eyes took in every inch of her face.
One of the hardest adjustments for Amanda in the months since she started dating Sonny was letting herself be happy. Without guilt. And believing that she deserves to be loved. He had spent everyday convincing her and she had to admit he'd worn her down. His persistence outweighed her stubbornness, just barely.
"You deserve to be happy, sweethea't." He mumbled against the apple of her cheek as he pressed kisses along her face. She let out a gasp as he moved to the sensitive skin of her neck, her hands threading through the silver strands at the back of his head.
With a firm grip on her hips, he hoisted her onto the vanity before kissing his way down her collarbone "You deserve to feel all the good things, baby." He husked against the flushed skin of her sternum.
"Dominick Carisi, this is your mother's house! She's right downstairs!" She chided in a loud whisper, the levity in her voice a contradiction to the words spoken. Her hands grabbed either side of his face and she made him look up at her as she spoke.
The tips of his fingers brushing the delicate skin of her thighs as he gathered the material of her skirt in his hands and the contact made her heart race in anticipation. "Then you better keep your voice down." He warned with a teasing smirk, his rough chin poking her through the thin fabric of her dress.
"You know I'm not very good at that." She laughed breathlessly, her hands slipping under the collar of his shirt. His fingers pulled her panties down her toned legs as he looked up at her over her heaving chest. She hiked her dress up over her thighs as his shoulders pressed them open.
Slipping his hands under her ass, he held her steady as he laid an open mouth kiss against her weeping center. A hiss escaped her mouth and she dug her teeth into the tissue of her bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet. The way his lips moved against her made her want to sob and rejoice at the same time.
With one hand braced against the edge of the counter, she fisted the other in his gray silky hair as she choked back a sob. His tongue licked like liquid flames against her slick folds and she pressed his face farther into her grinding pelvis. She felt her climax creeping up on her, the building thrum deep in her belly a warning.
As his lips attached to her throbbing clit, he slipped two long fingers into her soaked, snug opening causing her to practically launch off the countertop. Her orgasm was barreling towards her now, especially when he curved his fingers on the end of every thrust. A heat spread across her skin like a crack along a thawing lake as the muscles in her legs began to tremble, a tell tale sign of what was to come.
Blindly grasping at the collar of his shirt, her mouth moved in a feeble attempt to form words. "D-Dominick… I-I need you." There was no need for him to hear more, he knew exactly what she meant.
Standing up, he pressed up against her and the heat of his mouth was quickly replaced by the tent forming in the front of his jeans. Her lust heavy eyes came into focused as his glistening lips spread into a grin mere inches from her face. Amanda had never been huge on the whole intimacy thing, she was always looking to get off in the quickest, most efficient way possible. Always taking the intuitive to bend over for the faceless men, that way she wouldn't have to pretend. Pretend to care, pretend to want them so badly her earth would crumble without it.
She didn't have to pretend anymore, not with him.
Wrapping her arms tight around his neck, she practically crawled up his body as her open mouth met his in a searing kiss. Her lips were moving hungrily over his mouth and chin, licking and sucking every drop of her arousal left behind. She always did this after he went down on her but it never stopped stoking the desire that blazed deep in his belly. His greedy hands were all over, grabbing wherever he could reach and trying to pull her as close as possible.
A groan rumbled in his chest as he ground his bulge into her aching center. They were pressed so tightly together, the only thing between them the fabrics of their shirts, that he could feel her belly quiver with a faltering breath. He released her lips with a light pop and his hands held her face as he watched her eyes blink hazily open.
"Tell me what you need." He requested hoarsely, his narrow blue eyes absorbed her love drunk expression.
When her eyes came into focus, she gazed at him with those twinkling eyes. They were his weakness. He had seen her whip them out more times that he could count to get close to a perp while undercover or elicit information from them but that was never genuine. The way she looked at him, with her heart and soul glowing from behind her slate blue eyes, it was on a completely didn't level. He didn't stand a chance.
"I want you to watch me cum." She admitted breathily, batting her heavy lidded eyes at him. Her bright teeth digging into her bottom lip innocently, a distinct contradiction to the words that just left her mouth. He had made it clear to her that the first time he watched her come apart was practically a religious experience. He adored her, worshipped her and the way he took her in at her most vulnerable moment, it made her feel loved. She hadn't felt that often in her life but she had a feeling that that will be changing.
The intensity that invaded his eyes was acute and the corner of his lips pulled up in the slyest of smirks, a flash of white teeth peeking out. Slipping a hand between their bodies, his keen eyes watched her mouth fall open in silent pleasure as finger dipped into her deepening arousal. A whimper escaped her parted lips as he kissed her face, the anticipation of his teasing hand making her body tremble.
"Please, darlin'", she pleaded breathily. The way that rich drawl spilled off her tongue always lit a spark in his belly. It was sexy and sweet and had this hold over him, it was a perfect extension of her. He would give her anything and everything she ever wanted. And in that moment, she wanted him.
Fisting one of her hands in his silver hair, she arched her body against his as he plunged two long fingers inside of her. A gasping moan echoed off the walls of the small bathroom as his thumb circled her clit. "You need to be quiet." He warned, his voice a low rumble as his lips moved against her ear. "These walls are not as thick as you think."
"Sounds like you know from experience." She let out in a throaty chuckle.
Pulling back, he pressed his chin against hers so he was looking down his nose at her flushed face. A smirk pulled the side of his lips as she blinked up at him with love drunk eyes. "An alter boy never tells." He repeated his earlier words and she exhaled a laugh before his lips sought out hers.
His hand was moving inside her in a steady rhythm and the way she was mewling against him was wearing away at his resolve. He slipped his free arm around her waist and hauled her up against him as he stepped into her, trapping his hand between them in search of that delicious friction.
The heel of his palm pressed against her clit as his middle and ring fingers moved snugly inside her, allowing the tip of his index finger to brush against her puckered ass. He swallowed the sob that slipped from her lips to his, the anticipation that expanded her chest made it hard for her to breathe.
There was a loud rap on the door and the couple stilled against the countertop. "Dominick? Are you two okay in there?" His mother's raspy voice came from behind the door.
Looking down at his girlfriend, he watched as her wide eyes shifted on high alert. When they landed on his, he realized that the panic in her eyes was giving way to excitement like the gray gave way to the blue. "Yeah, Ma", he called, his lips moving around a smug smile as he brought his other hand up to cover her mouth. "Amanda just got something in her eye and I'm helping her get it out." He began moving his hand inside her again and she inhaled shakily through her nose, earning a self satisfied quirk of his brow.
In most aspects of his life, Dominick Carisi Jr. could not be more humble. The only time he lacked humility was in these intimate moments when he brought her to the brink of pleasure. And rightfully so. He was damn good at it.
"Stay still, dear." His mom called from the hallway. "Dominick's good with his hands, he'll get it out in no time."
The irony of her words were not lost.
Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against her ear so his heated breath rushed down her neck with . "Stay still", he repeated, his fingers curling on the up thrust causing her to moan into the palm of his hand. The jolt of pleasure that rocked through her made her grasp at him in attempt to keep her balance, her nails digging into his bicep as her eyebrows pulled together. "We'll be right down, Ma." He tossed over his shoulder, his words drowning out the whimper that tickled his hand.
As they heard footsteps receding down the hallway, he removed his hand from her mouth and let it slide to the back of her neck. Their breathes mingled between them, heating the already charged air. Both of her hands clutched his back, trying with all her might to pull him closer against her, as she pulled at his collar. "Sonny, please."
Slanting his mouth over hers, he swallowed her little noises as he gave her exactly what she was begging for. His thumb swirled her clit as he pressed the tip of his finger against her puckered backside, the angle making the fingers inside of her hit a new depth. A yelp slipped from her throat and ricocheted into his mouth as he twisted her blonde hair in his commanding hand. His fist clasped the strands at the base of her skull, the way she had told him she liked, and he gave it a quick yank causing her lips to tear from his.
The red hot coil in her belly was tightening at an alarmingly rapid pace, the way his wet mouth traced down the line of her neck only making matters worse. "Quiet now, sweetheart." he cautioned as he sensed her impending release coming like freight train.
The timber of his voice and the brush of his tongue along her neck made that final straw snap, sending an avalanche of ecstasy crashing over her. She fought her natural inclination to let her mouth drop open, instead she screwed her mouth shut and trapped the rising moan behind clenched teeth.
Feeling her tense against him, he pulled her body tightly to him and buried his face in her neck. A tremble spread over her like a rushing wave but his hand that was trapped between them slowed but didn't stop. "Good girl", he praised and the gravelly tone in his voice made her body quake with an aftershock.
The silence rang through her ears and she could feel the brush of his lips along her face as she blinked open her bleary eyes. A lazy smile spread across her lips as his bright blue eyes came into focus. He was so close that her eyes practically crossed as she was looking up at him. It was so cute, he huffed a chuckle through his nose. "I can't believe my good Catholic boy made me come in his childhood bathroom." She smirked, pushing back the loose silver strands that fell over his forehead.
"I'm full of surprises." He teased, his eyebrows waggling above his shining eyes. She lifted her bent legs so her knees brushed his ribcage as he pushed his hips forward, his arousal hard between her legs. Both his hands were on either side of her neck, his thumbs running along her jaw as he pressed his lips against hers.
Before the kiss could deepen, they heard his mom's throaty voice call from downstairs. "C'mon kids, dessert!"
Groaning against her lips, he tore his mouth away from hers and touched his forehead to hers. "You should go first", he breathed, looking down between them. "I need a minute."
With a chuckle, she hopped off the counter and began looking around the small space. "My panties…".
Seeing the pair of underwear haphazardly thrown over the towel rack, he grabbed the garment and made a show of closed his large hand around the damp fabric. "I'll hold onto these." His eyes crinkled as he smirked and hers darkened with the knowledge of just how wet those panties were. Stuffing them into his pocket, he walked over to her and pressed a quick firm kiss to her. "Better get down there." He advised, his hands gently attempting to tame her sex hair.
A pink hue spreading up her neck along her fair skin, a flush warming her cheeks. And she honestly couldn't tell if it was from his sweet gesture, the mild exertion of their romp or the thought of her soaked panties burning a hole in his pocket. A devilish grin spread across his face and she swore he could read her mind. It was making her head start to spin again so she slipped out the bathroom door before she climbed up his lean frame.
I just love the thought of everyone thinking Carisi's sweet and innocent when he actually completely wrecks it in the bedroom.
Let me know if you want a part 2! Maybe the panties will make a reappearance ;)