every other part of her life, she was able to dictate the situation and extract exactly what she wanted by telling people what it is they needed to do, but when making love, she wanted the man who was inside her to feel around until he hit the spots that made her cringe with pleasure. Nobody she had met recently had taken the time to do so. Her not answering the question gave that knowledge to Dominic.
“I knew you were something different then the rest of those faceless men who walk by me everyday raising their eyebrows because they’re trying to steal a look at some part of my body but never have the courage to make it more than a look. They have no interest in getting to my mind. That’s how you get what’s under this skirt. To get there, really get there, you’re going to need to stimulate all of me. That’s how you get a women to open up.”
“You don’t need to tell me how to get a woman to open up,” he said, motioning to the room full of record player jazz and the last bit heavy fantasy remaining in an over sterilized city. “Women go to bed every night wishing they could find passion and sex like I create in these novels. I’ve been giving it to them for years.”
“Is that why you lured me here?” she asked , leaning forward so that their faces were now only inches apart. “Are you trying to put the right piece of me between the pages? How many others have you had up here?”
“Does that matter to you?” he asked.
“It doesn’t really,” she said. “It’s just that a woman wants to feel special is all.”
“It’s been my experience that a woman just wants to feel.”
He moved his hands to her thighs, still with the back of the chair separating the rest of their bodies. That piece of wood kept his hands going past the middle of her thighs, which was such a tease, but she loved it. Each object in the room was allowing for Dominic to take his time with his actions.
“You’re going to act strange when we see each other in the office,” she said, letting that last piece of doubt creep in. “I want this place to be the only world which we truly know each other .”
He stood up , tossed the chair away, and dropped to his knees, moving in under her skirt until his mouth reached the inside part of her thigh that just moments ago he wasn’t able to reach. He could smell her from down there, and he inhaled all of it, finally being able to look freely. He bit hard on the left, just before the crease that denoted where the leg ended and the rest of her began. She moved back a bit at the shock of the bite, but then sank into it. He moved to the other side and bit just as hard. This time she slung back her head and didn’t let her mind tell the difference between pleasure and pain.
Finally, he moved his teeth over her two half shells and made the same motion as a bite, but this time just glided his teeth downward. By the time he had finished his motion, she was collecting drips of water. On his way back up, he used the bridge of his nose to open up her canyon even more. The sound of it opening mixed with Amabel’s moans and exhales.
He repeated the up and down motion with his teeth and tip of his nose a few more times while his hands rubbed up and down her behind, squeezing and allowing his tips to get to the outer layer of her other hole, rubbing the rim just a little bit.
“I want to watch you take off your blouse,” he said, coming up for air. “I’ve kept my imagination from pushing me to do it, now I’d like to make it real.”
She unbuttoned her blouse so that it hung up while she took off her bra and let her breasts fall free, causing Dominic to push her higher up to the bed, where he buried himself in her breasts while keeping his hands moving around both of her holes. Amabel couldn’t hold the thought of one spot of pleasure and each of them shook with their own special orgasms – some spilling down, some stimulating from deep within.
Amabel used her free hands to take