Domenic
By Aia
She thought back to that day, which now seemed like decades ago; in a few weeks
she‘d sadly forget what his handsome face looked like, it‘d been so
long. God, how she hated the effect he had on her, and she’d tried so hard
to fight it. She didn‘t want this now. She wanted to be clearheaded, independent,
focused; the way he looked at her made her feel weak with desire, scatterbrained,
lustful, confused and girlish- a virtual mental shutdown. God how she hated
it...she hated him for what he made her feel, but loved him for the vulnerable
part of her that he brought into the open. Where would it lead? Could it even
work out? Wasn’t he too mature for her? Too smart for her? Too successful
for her? He was everything she wanted to be herself someday, and Aia was in
awe of him; she couldn’t bring herself to believe that he could really
be interested. The idea that the feelings could be mutual seemed laughable.
Aia thought about their time together often. How excited she’d been when she realized the feelings of attraction were returned, yet how angry at herself she’d been for giving in to temptation and girlish fantasy, how helpless she’d felt when Domenic looked into her eyes, seemingly exploring every corner of her existence through them, exposing her secrets and insecurities, the thrill she felt when she gave herself to him, when she’d finally demonstrated for him in no uncertain terms how she felt. And the electricity she felt course through her when he touched her; she hadn’t felt that rush since she’d been kissed by her first high school crush in a stairwell after school. It never occurred to her that she’d feel that way from a mere touch; no one else had given her that “new” feeling in years, but he managed somehow to bring her to that peak of emotion, and she felt like she couldn’t turn back, even though at this point that’s all she desperately wanted to do if being with him, however casual or serious the relationship would be, wasn‘t a reality.
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She looked up at his face in the faint flicker of the candlelight, the only light source, several feet away, in his cozy studio apartment. It was sheer physical perfection, with dark piercing eyes, and breathtaking bone structure. It made her weak to think that at least for the moment, she was his. He didn’t seem conscious of the fact that he owned her; that for her, up until this point, there was no one else who could make her give of herself so completely, so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically, with so little struggle. She was his, mentally, emotionally and physically, and she wanted it no other way, and from no one else.
Domenic was her ideal.
She felt his strong hands at the back of her head, guiding her face, bringing her lips closer and closer to where he wanted them, as she reveled in the complete ecstasy of submitting to him. Her thick lips parted and her tongue licked the droplets of pre-cum from the hard helmet that he held in front of her, and Aia spread it, slowly with her tongue, all around the head.
He tasted like heaven.
He sat at the edge of the bed, legs spread on each side of her body, which was positioned on all fours as if she were his pet. He held her dark curly hair back so that he could look into her eyes as she sucked the pre-cum from his tip and then ran her hot, wet, expectant mouth over the length of his dick, sucking on it, licking it, taking all of it in, as he let out a guttural moan. She licked and kissed her way around the head, flicking the underside gently with her tongue. Aia slid her mouth up and down slowly over the first few inches for a bit, stroking the remainder with both hands, up and down, feeling his tension build. She moved further down, filling her mouth with his balls. Sucking on them gently, loving the shape and texture as she rolled one and then the other with her tongue, God she loved how he smelled down there! Continuing to play with his balls between her small fingers, Aia made her way back up to his hard, thick shaft, lightly licking at the underside again, then drawing her lips tightly around it to increase his pleasure, sucking and moaning from the thrill it gave her to satisfy her lover. Pulling lightly, sucking, up and down, up and down between her hot, wet lips and tongue for what seemed like an eternity, until he could no longer hold back. Like an explosion, several shots and then a small stream to the back of her throat, that she quickly swallowed as though she hadn’t eaten for days...craving more, and toying with the selfish thought that at this exact moment, she was the only woman alive enjoying his taste . She relished the idea, licking her full lips.
Her head remained on his lap, his semi-flaccid member laying next to her cheek as he spoke to her. In that deep, commanding voice that she depended on for warmth, for discipline, for direction, for guidance, and for understanding. That voice that helped her to wake in the morning and that lulled her to sleep at night. That voice that could get her to do anything it wanted with no argument. She cherished it...she needed it. “Strip...” It was a whispered statement, not quite an order, but they both knew that she would do whatever he wanted.
They had entered his apartment in a hormonal whirlwind , touching, rubbing kissing and groping blindly, making their way towards the bed, Domenic only making his way up briefly to light the candle for atmosphere. So she’d gotten on her knees fully dressed, eager to taste him, to pleasure him, as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hardness out.
But now he was ready for her to undress, and she craved to be naked and vulnerable in front of him more than anything else at this point; she felt an overwhelming desire for his touch on her longing, naked flesh over every square inch of her body...God, it had been so long, too long, since she last felt his hands caressing her bare, yearning skin. She was on her knees as she looked him steadily in the eye, mildly self-conscious, as his intense gaze always rendered her, and slowly unbuttoned her tight, belly-baring black cardigan, one button at a time, letting it fall to the floor at Domenic’s feet. She was already braless, and he reached for her small perky breasts, sucking one, then the other in his mouth, flicking his tongue firmly and slowly over each nipple as she gasped, running her fingers through his short dark hair. She then slowly stood and removed her shoes and tight form-fitting jeans, allowing Domenic the pleasure of pulling down her black thong underwear with his teeth, stopping along the way between her pussy and her toes to kiss, lick and suck up and down her dancer’s legs.
As she stood there, naked before him, her smooth, flat stomach at eye level with his face, he looked up at her.
“Tell me what you want,” he spoke, in that firm voice she loved, never dropping his gaze.
“You know what I want,” she answered breathlessly, almost nervously, brown eyes wide, watery and glistening with anticipation and desire.
“Ask for it. Ask me for exactly what you want.”
She gazed back at him uncertainly for a minute, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She slowly, sexily, got back down on all fours and looked up at him hesitantly in the eye, as he still sat there, fully clothed and smiling slyly.
“Fuck me Domenic,” she pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. “...please...“
He began running his hands back and forth along her back, taking time to massage her ass a little, then running his hands back up again. There was silence for what seemed like a minute, when Aia added, in a firmer voice “from the back.”
He pulled her onto the bed, and began kissing her fiercely, holding her tightly against the mattress with his body, running his right hand over her naked, warm skin. She kissed back, and their tongues danced over one another, tugging, licking, sucking at each other’s mouths. He got up and removed his clothing quickly, then got back on the bed, as Aia positioned herself to be taken from behind.
Before entering her, Domenic ran his hardness up and down her slit from behind until she began to moan and rub herself against his large cock. He felt an overwhelming need to just plunge into her, to feel her heat surround him immediately, and he thrust himself in, feeling her tightness envelope him like a vice.
“God, Aia, you have such a tight little pussy, I love it!” he exclaimed, holding tightly to her tiny waist, while pumping her with firm even strokes...he loved watching her tight, round ass shake as he fucked her from this angle.
“Maybe you’re just bigger than most...it’s a good thing you make me so wet ... I’d be sore for weeks if you didn‘t get me so aroused,” she half-joked. She was always a little sore after being with him, but she loved having him inside of her, and if she had to suffer a little after having his huge cock fill her in a way she couldn’t stop dreaming about, then she was willing to do so.
As he fucked her longer, he wrapped his arms completely around her waist, so that she could feel his firm chest against her back, while his hands pressed against her stomach.
He slowly began running his hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples lightly, which elicited moans of pleasure from her. As Domenic rammed into her at a slow even pace from behind, pushing his cock all the way to the hilt, then erotically grinding against her and pulling out slowly so that only the tip of his throbbing head was left in her, then ramming it right back in, Aia bucked against him at the same slow, sexy pace. He put his hands back around her small waist, and continued the steady fucking; Aia felt herself lose touch with everything around her. All she could feel at this moment, all that she could focus on, was this unbelievably erotic sensation of her tight hole being spread wider than it had ever been, and the thrusting, the heavenly, arousing friction created inside of her as Domenic thrust in and out of her tight canal, which seemed to cling to his every motion. She heard or saw or thought about nothing else, except the unbelievable pleasure enhanced by the slight pain, as he fucked her again and again.
She was still in this semi-conscious state between earth and ecstasy when she came. It started quietly, she felt it build slowly in her depth, then suddenly wash over her like warm waves from a hot ocean, coursing through her body, in her veins, through each minute nerve, from her tight pussy to the tips of her toes, fingers, the outer rims of her ears. Everywhere, that was all she could feel for that moment, and was oblivious to the fact that as she weakly called out his name over and over, Domenic was essentially holding her up from collapse, as he continued to fuck her thoroughly, faster and harder as his own release grew imminent.
She felt his thrusting grow faster, harder, more urgent, as his grip on her waist tightened. His breath grew ragged, and his groans increased in volume, as he called her name, supporting her completely spent, tiny frame with his strong arms. With three final thrusts, his load shot into her waiting pussy, dripping down her legs as she began to grind against him again, trying to squeeze every last drop out of his beloved cock.
When Domenic let her waist go, Aia collapsed to the bed. Being with him always left her completely spent; the emotional high, the physical ecstasy and the mental submission all drove her completely wild, and she hated not having him all to herself, but knew she probably couldn’t handle him full time anyway, though that was all she could think about. He collapsed next to her, and held her, nuzzling his face in the right side of her neck, kissing it softly. They were silent, and she turned to face him, looking into his eyes for a bit, then laying her head on his smooth, muscular chest.
The room was so warm, and she loved being next to him like this. It made her feel safe. She doubted that he knew how much he comforted her, how much she loved the way that he made her forget about the hardship in her life. None of that mattered when she was with him, and afterwards, just thinking about him, she always felt ready to conquer the world. He was oblivious to it, and she’d never tell him for fear that it would ruin the special feeling. God, she loved how he made her feel. It felt so right.
As she lay there on the edge of sleep, she tried to relish being warm in his arms while it lasted, as she knew that the harsh light of day would separate them, bringing back the hateful reality of her weariness, frustration and yearning at being denied what only he seemed capable of giving her at this point, and the reality of his commitment, that would prevent her from ever really being a part of his life. But as she drifted off, she took comfort knowing that he was the first man who’d ever owned her in this way, and at least she now knew what she was looking for.