Scandalous (14 page)

It wasn't a calculated gesture, but it got a big response – maybe even more so because it was so organically erotic, a natural response to the arousal building within her body and not a well thought-out gesture meant to be “seductive.”

Dominic groaned and leaned forward, his eyes closing, those steel arms of his seeming to lose every bit of strength that had been holding them solid and rigid. He leaned his forehead onto Cristal's, his breathing coming hard, and his voice was ragged when he spoke.

“God, Cristal...I want to make love to you right now, and I never want to stop. I want to take you to bed, spread your legs and explore every inch of you, for hours...I want to bury myself in you…I never want to stop being inside of you.”

She smiled a bit, and through a voice that was shaky with arousal no matter how much bravado she tried to insert into it, she retorted, “That's a lot of talk. How 'bout a little action?”

With that, he pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue jutting into her mouth possessively, and she groaned in assent. It was the weirdest thing, but she actually wanted Dominic to take charge of the encounter. He was the first man she had ever met that gave her the freedom to be the total badass bitch that she was. He actually admired and encouraged her skills of asskickery...and yet, with him, and only him, she felt completely comfortable giving up all of that for a few short, blissful hours and letting him (she couldn't even believe she was admitting this to herself) take care of her.

Yes. She had to admit it. She, the Queen of Self-Sufficiency...was enjoying being taken care of by a man. And she didn't even care. Because it wasn't just any man. It was Dominic.
HER
Dominic.

She felt his demanding hands sliding up her torso to grasp her breasts. He tweaked her nipples mercilessly and to great effect as he passionately kissed her, and Cristal honestly thought that she might pass out from the pleasure he was causing to rocket through her body.

She couldn't take it anymore. She loved him being in control, taking his time, but they could explore that more next time. Right now she had to move this along. She couldn't take this erotic agony for one instant longer. She ripped her mouth from his, and gasped, “I want you now. God...I need you now. Enough build-up. It's great and all...and we'll do it up right the second time, I promise. But for now? I need to feel you inside me and I need that RIGHT NOW!”

Dominic groaned and nodded, reaching in his back pocket to pull out his wallet. When he got his wallet out, he pulled out a condom and tore open the package with his teeth. Cristal used that time to push off his tight t-shirt and then undo his fly, with shaking fingers, and then push his pants and boxer briefs down, freeing his huge erection. She gently stroked it, causing him to gasp as he worked to free the condom from its package.

When he had the latex tube in his hand and reached down to unroll it onto himself, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her grey sweat-shorts and pulled both them and her lacy panties down in one swift motion, stepping out of them while she was bent over. As she was disentangling her feet from her shorts, she felt his fingers caressing her back in one long, delicious sweep. They traced the curve of her spine all the way down her lower back, past her now-bare hips, and came to rest on her ass. He gave it a squeeze, and then another.

God, she just loved the way that his hands felt on her body! Any part of her body, it didn't matter - his hands immediately made her skin feel like it was on fire. She realized that she never wanted him to stop touching her. She had a moment of pure clarity, and she knew it for sure – Dominic was the first man that she had ever met that she would never get bored with.

He would constantly challenge her – body, mind, and soul. He would never stop surprising her. He would never stop caring about her...and she would never stop wanting him. She smiled to herself, inside. She had a mental image of them at 80 years old – wrinkled, shriveled up, and frail...but still bantering as sharply as they ever had, and going at it like bunnies every chance they got.

Rather than terrifying her, as such a long-term future image like that normally would, it only made her slightly nervous. It mainly just warmed her heart. She shuddered as she took in a breath, and realized...whoa...it mainly just made her WANT that.

She stood abruptly. She couldn't take another minute of waiting. She honestly felt that she would die if she didn't feel him within her right this minute, plunging mindlessly, taking her to another world, one where the needs and pleasures of the flesh were so demanding that they blocked out room for thoughts of anything else.

As soon as Cristal stood, she threw her arms around Dominic, pressing the length of her naked body hard against his, undulating wildly, pressing their hot and slick flesh together with all of her might. Dominic groaned and let his hands wander hungrily over every exposed inch of her as she did this.

Cristal jumped up and wrapped her legs around Dominic's waist, burying her hands in his thick, lustrous head of hair and leaning down from her new vantage point to kiss him hard on the mouth.

She lost herself in that kiss. Every thought that was in her head vanished into oblivion. All she could feel was his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her body, and the soft and comforting sensation of his hair entangled in her fingers.

She pulled her mouth away roughly and suddenly, straightening up and looking him right in the eye. She saw the hunger and desperation in his eyes and recognized those same feelings within herself. She realized that what she was looking at in his eyes must be a mirror image of what was shining out of hers.

“Dominic, please,” she pleaded, voice rough and barely above a whisper, “I need you. Right now. I want to feel you inside me. Just take me right here against the wall.”

He groaned, the pleasure her words engendered in him written clearly across his face. She felt his strong arm wrap around her waist, lifting her slightly up and away from his body. She reached her arm down in the small space between them and helped to position him at her opening. When they had done this, they came together with a mutual cry. She honestly couldn't tell, if forced to try to categorize precisely how their bodies had melded into one at that moment, whether he had thrust up into her or whether she lowered herself onto his hard length – probably a combination of both. That was part of what made it so powerful. It wasn't either one of them “doing” anything to the other – it was a mutual action, as beautifully choreographed as any ballet, that brought their bodies together as one.

Cristal shuddered as she gloried in the sensation of his hard erection inside of her, her back up against that wall. She loved it. She loved the feeling of his arm on her waist, holding her up off the floor. She loved the feeling of his chest smashed hard against her breasts as he moved
in and out of her. She loved the feeling of his hot tongue trailing circles on her neck as he thrust up into her, again and again.

She realized that this was different – different than anything she had ever encountered in the past. Different than any experience she had ever had. Dominic was different than any other man she had ever met.

She had not realized until this moment that, for her entire life, she had just assumed that every single man – whenever sex got involved – was basically looking to use the woman, in some sense at any rate. Of course, she realized that the scale of their objectification ran from the relatively harmless (like lusting after the plastic women in the Victoria's Secret catalog) to truly vile (case in point, Mr. Congressman tonight) – but there was always some kind of using involved.

This was why the only man she had ever truly trusted was Red – he was the only man she had ever had a close relationship with where sex had never entered into it, not even a little bit. She hadn't even realized that her mindset had been so narrowly set, that she believed such a hard and fast rule – if a man wanted you, then to some extent, you are nothing more than an object to him.

Looking down at Dominic now, she realized how wrong she had been. She saw it in his eyes when he looked up at her. She was the furthest thing in the world from an object to him right now. He valued her, maybe even more than he valued himself. She had never been cared about that way before, and she had never cared about anyone that way, either. This was unexplored territory for her.

She thought – I wonder if that is part of what makes our lovemaking so powerful? What takes it from merely a raging fire to a nuclear explosion? Because it's based on so much more than just physical attraction – it's based on the fact that we respect each other, and we care.

Again, these thoughts were almost too much for her to take. She determined that she was going to lose herself in the physicality of the moment and put off all of these emotional musings for another day. She leaned down and buried her forehead in the crook of Dominic's neck, holding onto him as tightly as she could as he pushed himself into her again and again. She held on with her arms, with her legs, with her core – she held onto him as if she would never let him go. She found herself liking that idea, of never letting go.

As the friction between them began to build to a volcanic eruption, Dominic's movements became faster and more frenetic and Cristal grasped him even more tightly.

She felt the telltale fluttering in her belly and tightening in her center that let her know she would soon begin climbing toward the peak of climax. She angled her head so that her lips were against his ear.

“I'm close, Dom. I'm so close! Don't stop. Please. Go harder...faster...just a little more...” she gasped desperately.

He complied with her wishes, increasing the speed and power with which he thrust himself up into her, shaking her very foundation with every stroke.

Suddenly, she felt that fluttering and tightness explode into a million tiny fireworks over every inch of her skin. She arched her back as she felt the tidal wave of pleasure crash up through her belly, the waves extending into her extremities as she cried out in pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

She was vaguely aware of Dominic's muscles tightening under her legs and arms as she came, and of him burying his face in the crook of her exposed neck as he cried out along with her.

The stood there like that, shuddering, against the wall for awhile, but Cristal was still barely aware of it. Then, Cristal became vaguely aware of movement, of the fact that Dominic was carrying her across the room. She felt his strong arms rearranging her so that she was cuddled tightly against him as he sat down on the couch, arranging her neatly on his lap and stroking her hair.

When she felt able to speak coherently again, she said matter-of-factly, “Well, that was fun.”

He laughed, uproariously, the movement of his chest actually disturbing her peaceful position against him.

She looked up at him, wounded and about two seconds from getting completely pissed, “What?”

He shook his head, looking at her affectionately as he brushed her hair back from her face, “Nothing, baby. You just have a talent for understatement is all.”

She smiled at that, and kissed him gently on the lips.

“So, Cristal,” he said companionably, “Do you always keep your promises?”

She recognized the words – he was parroting her opening lines from when they had talked after the Cheesecake Factory.

She smiled up at him lopsidedly, “What promises do you have in mind, Mr. Charles?” she asked saucily.

He shrugged, “I don't know. But I do seem to remember there being some talk of all the 'build up' that we just skipped being made up for later,” she felt his hand begin to trail lightly up and down her thigh, “ I believe your exact words were, 'we'll do it up right the second time.' Care to come through on that?”

Her grin widened as she felt her arousal start to build again under the sweet touch of his fingertips. “That,” she said, between planting gentle little kisses all over his face and neck, “is a promise that I would absolutely love to keep.”

Sitting in Red’s office, Dominic had a million thoughts running through his head - but mainly, he was just thinking about how sexy Cristal looked in her black pencil skirt and white button up shirt. Damn. He had always had a thing for a good old-fashioned 'sexy librarian' and she was seriously rocking that look.

At about midnight, they had both gotten texts from Red telling them to meet him in his office at nine am. They agreed it must be serious if Red was going to come into the office an entire hour early – something that was unprecedented in either of their experiences.

Dominic had been waiting to hear if he needed to go to the construction site that day or if they had been able to get all of the intel they collected from their undercover work to Eve, the Congressman’s wife. The text answered his question. He couldn't be at the construction site in the morning and the office at the same time.

They had both been fairly quiet after receiving the text. They
each packed their bags in the morning before leaving the house, and they left at separate times to come to the agency. Other than a short greeting, they had not spoken there, either. Dominic didn’t know if that stemmed from the fact they still didn’t know where they stood...? Or maybe it was nerves brought on by the possibility that Red had decided to sell to one of them.

He knew that part of the reason - the main part, if he was being honest with himself - was that he was sad that he and Cristal would no longer be living together. No more sleeping in the same bed. No more coming home to find her waiting for him.