Between a Desperate Kiss and Tears from a Broken Heart

Between a Desperate Kiss and Tears from a Broken Heart


Maggie’s Point Of View

Dominic’s hands rose firmly to my face, cupping my cheeks before I even had time to breathe, and in the next second his mouth collided with mine.

Strong.

Hot.

Overwhelming.

The impact of the kiss knocked the wind out of me. His lips pressed against mine with raw urgency, and before I could think of anything, his tongue invaded my mouth without asking permission. I let out a small surprised sound against his lips, but I didn't push him away. On the contrary, my mouth responded immediately, our lips fitting together as our tongues met in intense, almost desperate movements. It was as if we were trying to make up, in that single kiss, for all the time we had been apart. The kiss was hot, messy, full of need. When I realized what was happening, I already had my legs around Dominic's waist. He lifted me up with ease, as if my body weighed nothing at all, and pressed me against the nearest wall. The impact made the air escape from my lungs, but my mouth never left his.

Dominic deepened the kiss, tilting his head to better find my mouth while his hands held me tightly, the sounds escaping our mouths uncontrolled, muffled between kisses.

Heavy breathing, small involuntary moans. The urgency between us seemed to grow with every passing second.

"Damn it!" I heard Dominic growl when he finally pulled his mouth away from mine. The sound came out rough, heavy with tension.

His breathing was frantic, and so was mine. He pressed his forehead against mine, our noses almost touching as we tried to catch our short breaths. I could feel the heat of his skin, the familiar scent that always made me lose control completely.

"Where's your room?" His voice came out hoarse, low, almost like a growl.

"The door on the right of the hallway... across from Jamie's room," I murmured, still trying to breathe properly.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Dominic pulled away from the wall with a sudden movement, his body still holding me with ease. One of his hands moved up to the back of my neck, holding me tight, and in the next instant, his mouth was on mine again.

I kissed him back with the same urgency.

My arms tightened around his shoulders and neck as Dominic strode across the living room. I could feel his body moving as he walked through the apartment, crossing the space that led to the hallway. He pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder and entered with me, then closed the door behind us.

The soft click of the lock echoed in the silent room, and Dominic finally broke the kiss. My back was now pressed against the door, his hand still holding the back of my neck, and when I opened my eyes, I found his.

Intense.

Dark.

Filled with so many emotions that my chest tightened immediately, my heart beating so hard that I was sure he could hear it. And that's when something inside me just broke, maybe it was hormones, maybe it was relief, maybe it was the accumulated pain, or maybe it was just Dominic there, so close to me again.

I started to cry, the tears coming without warning. Thick and hot. They ran quickly down my face, and for a moment Dominic just watched me. His eyes followed every tear that rolled down my cheeks, then slowly his expression changed. The grip on the back of my neck softened, and he leaned a little closer. His lips touched my forehead, a soft kiss. Then he kissed my temple, then my closed eye and below it. The tip of my nose.

I felt the air tremble inside my chest.

Dominic moved to the other side. He kissed the other side of my nose, my cheek, the skin just below my eye, and then the places where tears still fell. Finally, my other temple, forehead, as he had begun.

The gestures were slow, careful, almost reverent. Dominic seemed as unable to speak as I was. Words simply did not exist at that moment.

Then I found his mouth again, tilted my face forward, and kissed him. This time the kiss was different; there was no urgency, no desperation.

It was slow and gentle.

Our lips touched, moving slowly as our faces brushed against each other. Dominic held my lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently. A shiver ran through my entire body, and a low sound escaped my throat, almost like an involuntary purr. He kissed me again, then began to move toward the bed, gently laying me down on it.

Kneeling in front of me, he looks into my eyes as he unbuttons his tuxedo, tossing it off the bed, then doing the same with his vest and then his shirt. Dominic leans over me, then slides the zipper of my dress down. By this point, the entire skirt is already wrapped around my hips, my legs wrapped around his waist. Dominic then pulls the fabric, and I just raise my arms so he can remove it from me. It meets the same fate as his clothes. Releasing my arms, I realize that Dominic has never seen me with the body I have now, pregnant, and I feel completely exposed, so I wrap my arms around my swollen belly, but Dominic doesn't let that happen for long. He grabs my arms and pulls them away from my round belly.

"No. Don't hide your body from me. Never." He demands, and I let out a shuddering sigh.

"My body has changed and... and..." Placing a finger on my mouth, he stops me from finishing my sentence.

"This is the first time I've had the opportunity to see you carrying my child. Don't take that away from me too."

He speaks, his eyes drifting down to my belly and lingering there for a moment, then his hand reaches behind me again and he unhooks my bra. Slowly, he slides the straps over my shoulders, letting them fall and exposing my breasts, his touch making me tremble and my nipples begging for attention.

Grabbing both sides of my hips, Dominic pulls me closer to the edge of the bed before leaning forward and covering my breast with his mouth, and I feel my nipple harden even more against his tongue.

Arching my back and squeezing his hair, I moan.

"Oh God..." 

Releasing my chest, Dominic gently pushes me back, encouraging me to lie down as he kisses my stomach until his mouth is at my panties. I feel his finger poke, then my panties are pushed aside, and a second later, my eyes close with his tongue in contact with my folds making me sigh and push my vagina even further against his mouth.

I murmur intoxicated by pleasure, holding the sheets.

"Please, Dominic, I need more."

At my plea, Dominic growls and drives his tongue into my vagina, making me scream, vibrating through the walls of the room as my orgasm tears through me. Dominic pulls away abruptly, making me whimper, so when I lift my head, I see him taking off his shoes and unbuttoning his pants and getting rid of them too, along with his boxers. Kneeling on the bed, Dominic wraps his arm around my satiated body and pulls me further into the middle of my bed before bending down and removing my panties.

Diving his face down, he kisses me, our tongues intertwining in sync as he holds himself above me, all the while seeming to be very conscious of his belly. Dominic leans back and looks at my face intently for a moment, then his forehead rests on mine and he murmurs with his eyes closed.

"I love you," before pushing forward, burying himself inside me.

God, I feel like I'm in heaven, everything feels so right now, as if my heart has finally stopped bleeding. Placing kisses on my shoulder and the side of my neck, he rests his forehead on mine and then begins to move slowly in and out of my warmth. Our mouths breathing together. 

"Who do you belong to?" he asks, not taking his eyes off me.

I answer without hesitation.

"You. I belong to you, Dominic." And the tears start flowing again.

"You destroyed me," he says, his eyes momentarily darkening.

"I know, and I'm sorry for taking Jaime away from you and for making you suffer, but I don't regret it, Dominic. I did what had to be done. I needed to save you from yourself."  As I say this, I feel my body shake as I sob.

"I wanted to hate you..." I don't say anything because I don't know what to say to that.

Then, with those last words, Dominic covers my mouth with his, and I realize that he can't really hate me completely. He keeps up the slow pace, savoring every second he's inside me. His cock throbs as my walls float around him. I run my hands down the sides of his ribs and then to his shoulders, where I dig my fingers into his flesh. I gasp when he pulls out slowly, then rolls his hips, burying himself deep inside me.

"I want you to ride me," he declares, changing position and turning to lie on his back, guiding me to straddle him.

"Ah! Dominic..." I cry out at the change in position.

"Give me your mouth, tulip," he demands.

Once my mouth is on his, Dominic grabs my hips and slides my wet pussy back and forth along his shaft. With my body knowing what it craves, I lift my hips as Dominic grabs the base of his cock and places the tip at my entrance, I then sink down on him all the way.

"You make me feel so good," I moan, and he waits for me to adjust to the new position, then looking at me, he reaches out and slides up and over the curve of my belly and then to my full breasts.

Resting my palms on his chest, I begin to move, and it doesn't take long for me to find my rhythm. With my back arched and my head thrown back, I move on top of him in pursuit of my own pleasure, until my vagina begins to tighten around him. Taking his eyes off me, I see Dominic looking at where we are connected, he seems to like what he sees, so he uses his thumb and begins to rub my swollen clitoris, my walls tightening even more around his cock. Then he pulls me forward and lets his mouth swallow my orgasm. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts upward two more times before holding me on top of him as we came together.