Chapter 53: Full Commentary

She wanted him. And to make sure there was absolutely no room for misunderstanding, her hands went straight to his belt.

Dorian watched her fingers pull it loose. Then she unfastened his trousers, dragged the zipper down and slipped her hand inside.

The moment her fingers closed around him, Naomi’s eyes widened.

"Lord have mercy."

Every muscle in him was coiled tight. His breathing had turned heavy enough that he could hear it himself.

Her hand moved over the strength of him. He looked at her and let the question sit silently between them.

Are you certain?

Because this was different from Vegas. They had known each other for barely a few hours then. They had been drunk, reckless and convinced that consequences belonged to sober people.

Now they knew exactly what they were doing. They were only three weeks into living together. Three weeks into a six-month agreement built specifically to keep boundaries clear.

And they were about to break one of the clauses Naomi herself had insisted on. The one she had been so determined to include because sex complicated things.

Naomi read the question in his eyes. She reached behind her and snapped her bra loose. The thin fabric fell away from her body, and she shrugged it off, letting it join the growing collection of clothes abandoned around the kitchen.

Then she looked directly at him.

"I want you."

He pulled her against him. Her eyes held his. And God, there was too much there. Her legendary mouth could talk for hours about absolutely nothing, but right now her eyes were saying things she couldn’t put into words.

It was too raw. And it reflected exactly what Dorian was feeling back at her. A want so intense it made absolutely no sense.

He had wanted women before. But this felt different because the wanting no longer existed separately from everything else. He wanted her laugh in his kitchen.

Her rambling conversations. Her ridiculous arguments. And right now, he wanted her body with enough force to make everything else seem minute.

That realization was far too dangerous to examine. So he didn’t. Instead, he turned her around. Naomi caught herself against the kitchen island as he guided her hands onto the surface.

Her palms flattened against it. He stood behind her and hooked his fingers into her underwear, dragging it down, stopping around the middle of her thighs.

Dorian pushed her legs farther apart. He wrapped one hand around his cock. The head already glistened with pre-cum. He was doomed before he had even entered her. He positioned himself behind her.

Naomi pressed herself backward toward him as he entered her. Her wetness welcomed him so easily that his eyes nearly closed from the sensation alone. "Fuck..." Her fingers tightened against the edge of the island.

Dorian pushed deeper. Her body stretched around him. She shifted slightly beneath him, adjusting to the fullness. His head dropped forward.

Fucking Christ.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this good with anyone else. Not since Lillian. And back then he had been a much younger man, still inexperienced.

Dorian tightened his grip on Naomi’s underwear and pulled the fabric firmer around the middle of her thighs, effectively trapping her legs closer together.

Naomi’s breath caught as the pressure around him increased, her body closing more tightly around his cock and creating a friction so intense that her palms nearly slipped against the island. "Fuck!"

That single adjustment had been a terrible idea for both of them. With her thighs held closer together, every movement felt tighter, almost unbearably intense. Naomi could barely make sense of what was happening inside her body, much less explain it properly.

Dorian moved behind her, his hands firm on her underwear as his thighs slapped against her buttocks with each thrust. The kitchen filled with sounds.

The slap of skin. Her increasingly desperate moans. His low groans every time her body tightened around him.

Even the occasional rattle of something on the island when Naomi shifted beneath him. It all blended into something musical.

"Your dick feels so full. It feels amazing!"

Dorian nearly lost whatever remained of his rhythm. What the hell was that even supposed to mean?

"God, you’re so hot!" Naomi continued as though she had been personally appointed commentator for the evening. "Fuck me more!"

He drove into her harder, and Naomi cried out, her head dropping forward while her hair slipped over one shoulder.

"Your cock is huge."

Dorian groaned. This woman was going to kill him.

"You’re so hard..."

Christ.

Naomi Bennett telling him his cock was huge possessed destructive power. She pushed herself back into him again. "Why do you drive me so crazy?"

He could have asked her the exact same question. Why did she drive him crazy? Why did everything with her feel sharper than it should?

Even sitting beside her doing absolutely nothing had started to feel different from sitting beside anyone else.

He didn’t want to think about any of that right now. Thankfully, Naomi gave him very little opportunity.

Another breathless stream of praise left her mouth as he moved inside her, and Dorian found himself beginning to regret the position.

Not because it didn’t feel incredible. He wanted to turn her around. He wanted her mouth. He wanted to kiss every filthy compliment out of her until she forgot how to form words at all.

Instead, she remained bent over the island, trapped deliciously around him while somehow providing a full running commentary on his performance.

How had sex suddenly turned into a coronation? Every sentence out of Naomi’s mouth seemed designed specifically to crown him king.

And God help him, he loved it. Naomi’s voice broke again.

"I wanna cum." She turned her head slightly, trying to look back at him. "Oh my God..." Her fingers left the island and caught his thigh instead, nails pressing into the muscle as her body began tightening around him.

Dorian felt every small contraction. Every time her legs tried instinctively to open wider but couldn’t because of the underwear still holding them closer together. He knew exactly how close she was. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her upright against him.

Her back pressed firmly against his chest while he remained buried inside her. His other hand moved between them letting go of the underwear now.

"Dorian..."