Free The Beautiful People by E. J. Fechenda

stretched the whole length and the view was breathtaking.
The Camden waterfront twinkled in the distance and reflected on the river. The white
oak floors gleamed only to be outshined by the granite countertops and stainless
steel appliances. The layout was open and the kitchen and living room shared
the vistas. Dominic walked into the living room and flipped a switch. The gas
fireplace roared to life and flames danced off of the dark brown leather
sectional, making the room glow.
    “This
is amazing! Bartending must be working out for you to be able to afford a place
like this!”
    He laughed and came up
behind me to take my coat. He draped it over one of the bar stools at the
breakfast bar and circled his arms around me.
    “No,
not bartending; the family helps me out.”
    I leaned back against
him, his arms circled my waist and his lips moved slowly down my neck, making
me shiver. “Mmmm…that’s nice.” I turned around and placed my arms around his
neck, meeting his lips with mine. He moaned and pulled my hips against him,
pressing his arousal against them. I gasped and our kissing deepened. Eventually,
he led me over to the living room and we stood by the fire, our kisses growing
more urgent. I started unbuttoning his shirt, but impatience won out and I ripped
it off, scattering loose buttons everywhere. I yanked my sweater over my head
and tossed it on the floor.
    We fell to the carpet
in front of the fireplace. He lay over me on one side while slipping my pants
off with one hand. He paused and his breath hitched when he noticed I wasn’t
wearing any underwear. Then it was my turn, I admired his six-pack, tracing the
ridges of muscle before reaching for his zipper. His excitement was evident as
I worked at his pants and the bulge they contained. We attacked each other. He
played with me and made my body react in ways I never thought possible. I had
been with a few guys in my life after Toby, but didn’t have the best
experiences with them. Dominic erased all of that. Not once did I feel
self-conscious. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. My hips rose to
meet him and we moved together on the carpet. I moaned as my back arched in a
spasm which rippled across my entire body. I felt very warm, wet and suddenly
giddy. Dominic moaned, his body shuddered and then he rolled onto his back,
panting.
                “Oh my God
that was amazing,” I whispered into his neck and snuggled close.
                “Yes it
was,” Dom kissed my forehead and pulled me closer.
    We dozed off and when I
woke, Dominic was spooning me. We were both still naked and on the floor in
front of the fire. I nuzzled up closer to him for warmth. He physically responded
to my movements and we started touching each other; slower this time, drawing
the pleasure out. We ended with me draped across Dom. I moved so my chin was
resting on his chest and really looked at him. The green of his eyes were
barely visible through slits as he stared back at me. Satisfaction had softened
the hardness of his jaw line where stubble had sprouted up overnight and his dark
hair was tousled. I traced the tattoo spanning Dom’s collarbone, shoulder and
upper arm on his left side. It was all black ink and bold, geometric lines
framing the word “famiglia”.
                “Family?” I
asked.
                “Yeah, it’s
the most important thing in my life. Without family, well, I can’t imagine.”
    I rested my head on his
chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and tried to imagine a big family.
Dom tightened his arm and pulled me closer, our bodies flush against each
other. We stayed like that until the room gradually grew lighter and I peered
out the window at the rising sun. Carefully extricating myself off of Dominic
and stepping over our pile of clothes, I went to stand in front of the window.
My naked body reflected on the glass and I made a quick assessment noting my
abs were firm and toned, my breasts perky