Dominic’s story
Having Rebecca so close and so deep inside my soul was certainly what I expected from life itself. I couldn’t ask for more, because the best was right in front of me. And my goodness, what a sight! Only a soft towel covered her perfect figure. My mind went crazy trying to imagine her slim, vibrant body under that fabric. I was testing every part of my body, but the torment was terrible. Yet I didn’t want to hurry. I wanted to drive her crazy before I took her. Picturing her velvety skin with longing, I knew that under that towel there must be the most beautiful body with the most luscious curves. That was my perfect Rebecca. The one willing to give herself to me.
Suddenly, I felt myself throbbing and yearning for her. I took a step closer, just an inch away, inhaling her vanilla flavor as I always did. Only this time, I also experienced a sweet ache throughout my body. This was how my desire for her played out. I was really burning up inside.
Her eyes were so expressive and it was like they were begging me to have her. I looked down at her full breasts. Easily visible under that towel. Without holding back, I reached out and unwrapped it. I loved the naughty way it fell around her legs. She remained naked and motionless in all her splendor. Even so, I didn’t rush to get closer, but froze in front of her, admiring how perfect she was. She wasn’t covering herself. In fact, she held my hungry eyes, daring me and inviting me to her.
“You’re so beautiful, my Rebecca!”
These words simply escaped my mouth. They were like my inner thoughts, wanting to come out. Rebecca embodied purity but at the same time lust. It was a deadly combination. This was so different from the shower when I felt sadness and despair. Now I was feeling like she was going to be completely mine, because that was how she wanted it. She gave me every potential sign. I roamed my fierce eyes everywhere. Her skin burned with arousal.
Just had to touch her. Her body invited me to discover it, so I reached out and caressed her arm up and down. Goosebumps formed instantly, and I noticed my effect on her. This was no dream. How many times I wished for this, but I just couldn’t put her in a position where she felt she would do it because she was being grateful that I had saved her and that this was the way she should be appreciative. By giving herself to me. I wanted her to want me for me. And now this was exactly what was happening.
She once asked me to make love to her, but I refused not because I didn’t want to, but because I wanted to be special. She was special, and I certainly didn’t mean for her to see herself any other way. I wanted her to be mine, not out of gratitude, but out of love. And at this exact moment, I truly felt she was giving herself to me with pure love.
I froze at her flawlessness. She was in front of me, in her pure nudity, and I was trying so hard to contain myself. I had to do it, to enjoy every second she was watching me with fervor. Every sigh that left her heart. Eventually, I just knew I didn’t have to hold back anymore, so I would take this slowly, step by step. She deserved this. That’s why I approached her slowly, leaving a small space between us where the tension was reaching its peak. I felt her warmth at that distance. She just took my breath away with her surreal beauty. Her desperation deepened when my hands found their way between her thighs. She was incredibly hot and wet. As I gave her the ultimate pleasure, she moaned. She arched her back hard, thrusting her hands into my hair, pulling me closer. With each thrust of my tongue, she moaned louder, clinging to me tightly, screaming my name. Until she climaxed and I rose to her mouth, giving her a taste of herself.
Again, I got convinced, closer and closer to her, that she looked absolutely ravishing. And she was all mine. In all my life, I had never seen a more beautiful yet down-to-earth woman, so desirable, so present when needed. Now I had her in front of me, all to myself. I was excited to the point of desperation to see her shiver under my touch. To feel her awakening, how she curved neatly against my shape. I wanted her to feel every inch of her body on fire and take her to the climax and then slow down, admiring her beauty, and do it all over again until she screamed my name.
Her eyes were pleading, inviting me to begin. So, I did. Me not leaving an inch of space between our bodies gave me a chance to take a closer look at her. My eyes lingered on her mouth, that delicious mouth. I lured her and invited her to beg me.
“Kiss me, Dominic!” she finally sighed when the heat made her body tremble with anticipation. It was what I expected.
I grabbed her so greedily when I heard her moan like never before. When she did that, my actions became predatory. I pulled her even closer, the contact with her skin becoming a torment. She was on fire. Without even intending to, she began a frantic dance around my erection. Up and down, rubbing hard, I could barely contain my urges. It wasn’t time yet, so I moved closer to her ear and gasped huskily.
“Baby, if you don’t stop rubbing yourself on me, I might skip the introduction and have you right now!”
She was so sweet when she blushed, so I continued my journey on her skin. Her vanilla fragrance was driving me insane. I remembered the first time I saw her after the accident. That same scent had followed me ever since. I was desperate to find it again when she left. Now I was breathing it in, inhaling it through all my pores, feeding with it.
Then came my next move. I wrapped my arms around her waist, gently laid her on the canopy bed, and watched as those curtains carried the slow breeze across the open terrace and caressed her flawless body. I was still dressed, so I had to get rid of my clothes. The jacket was long gone. Then came the shirt and my tie.
My Rebecca was absolutely gorgeous, and her body responded so damn well to everything I did to her. I didn’t want to rush things. I wanted to feel her, taste her, and fulfill her with all that I was. She was so easy to love. I felt her in my every move, giving each other pleasures I didn’t know existed. I kept admiring her perfect curves with hungry eyes, wanting her more and more. Yet I was in no hurry to make her taste the unexpected peaks of endless desire. I stopped for a second just watching her, the way she would be mine, the way her body rested next to me. I traced hungrily imaginary lines with my already wild eyes from her chocolate hair to her sinful lips, to her breasts admiring them like a trophy waiting to be won and ending my journey to her forbidden place making my heart flutter and wondering where she had been all my life? “You are stunningly beautiful, Rebecca!”
Her red cheeks proved to me how fragile she was. I wanted to make this a night one she’d never forget. So, I turned and seized her lips, this time in a long, sensual kiss, slow and deep. I would not stop until she could feel me inside her, inside her soul. I tasted her madly, feeding me with the sweetness of her mouth. Our tongues tangled in the same crazy dance, pushing me further into her warm breath.
I looked into Rebecca’s endless eyes one last time, losing myself in their depths and with no way out, like a prisoner of her heart. I kissed her again, and with that kiss I went so deep inside her, absorbing her every moan of pleasure, breathing her into me, both of us dancing in a perfect union, in and out until her moans became short, shuddering breaths.
“Oh, Dominic…”
I would thrust into her harder and harder, the pace becoming more and more frantic, both of us abandoning ourselves to each other’s arms. It was a game of love, an escapade of happiness. I’d delved so deep into her eyes while making her mine that I came so close to marking her. But something stopped me. I was counting her every breath, and she seemed to realize that it wasn’t all over. Yet I postponed the moment. It was not the time.
First, I needed to know she could trust me. Then, there were many things that Rebecca would have to understand and accept before entering a world so unknown to her. I needed to know that she was no longer afraid and that all that mattered would be our union before the Goddess.
We had consummated our love anyway and now, more than ever, I felt she was mine.
Somehow, he would have to accept that my world was a continuous struggle in which no one knew who was the winner. And last but not least, at the end of it all, she would have to accept me completely, even to walk with me into immortality.