Free Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7) by C. J. Fallowfield

me, ripping off my clothes as he ground his erection against my
pelvis. I’d thought Lucas was going to punch something, he’d got that angry and
upset as I told him. I hadn’t even given my parents as much detail.
    ‘ You don’t scare me, Lucas. You make me
feel safe. So safe,’ I added in a whisper.
    ‘And you make me feel like I’ve come home,’ he
replied, making my stomach twist in delicious agony as my eyes filled with tears.
He kissed them away again, then slowly slid out of me, making me wince. I
didn’t like it. Feeling him inside me just then had felt so natural, now I was
cold and empty and that beautiful close connection, emotional and physical, was
lost. He released my hands and slowly kissed his way down my body, giving no
preferential treatment to any particular part of it. He seemed as fond of one
bit as another. When he continued to move down from my belly button I tensed
up, reached down and grabbed his head.
    ‘Stop,’ I demanded, forcefully, then quickly added,
‘Sir.’
    ‘Why?’ he enquired, with a twinkle in his eye.
    ‘Because … because I’m … soiled . I need a
shower.’
    ‘You’re not soiled, angel. You’re full of me.
That’s very different and I’ll warrant very tasty. I want to lick you clean,
then you can have a shower, eat then sleep.’
    ‘Noooo,’ I moaned, as I flung an arm over my face
to try to hide my embarrassment. ‘That’s not right. That’s so not right it’s …’
    ‘Wrong?’ he chuckled, as I groaned at his persistence.
‘I don’t care about right or wrong. I just care about doing whatever the hell I
want to this body of mine.’
    ‘Body of mine ,’ I protested, firmly, as I
moved my arm, propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him. He smirked
and kissed my mound, making me cringe.
    ‘I think you’ll find that as my girlfriend, you
belong to me now.’
    ‘I haven’t agreed to be your girlfriend,’ I
reminded him, secretly delighted to hear him use that phrase.
    ‘Yet, but you will,’ he chuckled with an
overconfident smile, as he moved lower, prising me apart with his thumbs. I
collapsed back on the bed, covering my face with my hands. I was mortified. Was
this normal? ‘The smell of sex on you is so damn hot,’ he growled, as he
flicked at my clit with his tongue. I shuddered, part in horror, part with
pleasure. I was still feeling the rush of my earlier climax and my clit was
hypersensitive. He trailed a finger through my wetness, both of us combined and
I heard him sucking noisily on it. Damn it, that was so hot. It seemed even
more erotic as I wasn’t sure it if it was supposed to be hot or disgusting. I
gasped as he sealed his entire mouth over me, sucking, probing, licking and
nibbling.
    ‘No, no,’ I moaned, my words in total contrast to
my actions as my hands moved to grip his soft hair. ‘Yes … yes. ’ I
flexed shamelessly against his face, as waves of pleasure rolled up my body. I
was so close. Again . How did he do this to me? ‘O God … O God … O … God. ’
    ‘Just Lucas is fine,’ he murmured, in a humorous
tone, against my swollen tender flesh. If I wasn’t on the verge of coming I’d
have laughed, but all I could focus on was how amazing his tongue felt,
exploring every inch of me, eating me alive.
    ‘You’re … you’re …’ I stalled as my body tensed.
    ‘Amazing? I know, angel.’
    ‘Cocky,’ I spluttered through my lack of focus.
    ‘Hmmm, that too,’ he chuckled, as he gently nipped
my clit between his teeth and lashed the tip of his tongue over it. I exploded
like a Piñata, screaming his name as my thighs clamped tightly around his ears.
I was gone, completely gone. If he was a drug, I’d just overdosed. I felt a
kiss on my forehead, then his strong arms scoop me up from the bed into his
arms. I tried to focus my eyes on his stunning face, on those dimples which always
came out when he smiled at me.
    ‘You are amazing,’ I sighed.
    ‘So are you, angel. So are you,’ he