Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2) novel Chapter 31

Presley

I could kiss Dominic’s neck all night. My tongue trails across the thick line of muscle, finding the vein that quivers when I nip on it . . . and from the sounds he’s making, I think he’d let me kiss his neck all week. As we rock against each other with our limbs entwined, our lovemaking has elevated from awkward and ungraceful to positively divine.

Lovemaking. That’s what this feels like.

His eyes are searing deep into mine, no longer a power play or a challenge to see who will look away first. Now our gaze feels like balance. It’s like he’s finally seeing something in me . . . something that he wants in his life.

Is that even possible? My heart surges with the idea.

He groans again and kisses me hard on the mouth, and my mind goes blank. Now experienced lovers, we coax each other over the edge of pleasure. There are no more games or teasing. We help each other get there with the assurance that there will be time later for games.

I shudder when I come, feeling my inner walls wrap and pull against him buried deep within me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the scream that’s perched on my tongue. It starts to escape as the orgasm intensifies.

“Shh, shh, shh.”

He covers my mouth with his, and I moan loudly into his kiss, trembling.

His cock twitches inside me, making me quiver and arch my back. The clenching of my body is enough for him to lose control. I’ve grown greedy for the look on his face when he falls apart. His dark blue eyes sink closed, his brow furrows, and his full lips part.

“Fuck,” he says on a breath.

The exhale after his orgasm is always shaky and hot against my neck. He lifts his head to meet my eyes and licks his lips. I smile down at him. He smiles back.

“What?”

“I’m just looking at you,” I say, pushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead.

“Hmm.” He hums, tucking my hair behind my ears. “And for how long are you going to look at me?”

“For as long as you’ll let me.”

I grin, then attack him with quick kisses, one on his nose, and one on each of his cheeks, his forehead, and his chin. He laughs as I turn his head this way and that to get the right angle.

Suddenly, he takes control, pulling us back onto the cool sheets. His arms are tight around me, his legs rubbing against mine. This time, we’re most definitely cuddling. I whine when he moves away.

“I’ll be back,” he says with a laugh. “I just need to clean up.”

He gestures to his dick, still sheathed in a condom and my slickness, and I blush. I never knew sex was so messy. Seeing my shyness, he leans in with a growl and bites me softly on the neck until I dissolve into laughter. When he comes back from the bathroom, he wraps me in his arms like he’d never left at all.

I would forsake all the pillows in the world if I could sleep on Dominic’s chest every night.

Would it really be every night, though?

I’m too overcome with sleep to doubt myself further. With the scent of him all around me, and the feel of his strong arms holding me close, I drift off.