Free Sweet Surrender by Angel Steel

going to change that. He wanted to see her when he made her come for him.
    Holding her hand on her stomach, he moved his other hand slowly down her body to the bottom of her dress. Pulling it up, he watched as it rose up her thighs. God, it was hard not to moan at the sight of her.
    He slid his hand down further and underneath the dress. He heard when her breathing picked up. Shit, his did as well. He brushed his fingertips lightly over her Goddamn thong, and Jesus was she soaked. He hadn’t even touched her and she was like this, damn.
    He never once took his eyes off her face, but when she glanced up at him, they nearly rolled into the back of his head.  Her eyes had changed color, and he knew that his had done the same; hell, they always did when he was so bloody aroused. Although he couldn’t read minds, he knew exactly what was going through her head; the same was going through his. Pushing his body closer to hers, so she could feel how hard she always made him, he started to move his fingers. It was unbearable.
    When she moaned at the contact, he pushed harder into her, and lightly drew circles over her clit. Her hips moved forward. Her body knew what it wanted, just not her head.
    “Dom,” she moaned. He had waited so long to hear her moan his name. Pushing aside her thong, he collected her juices and spread it around her clit. Pinching her little bud made her cry out. No one could stand that torment, and he had a feeling if he kept that up, she was going to come all over his hand. Rubbing his cock into her stomach, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him. He crushed his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue inside, wanting nothing more than for her to bite, or suck on it.
    Chantal moaned into his mouth, and pulled his body flush with hers. He started walking her backwards down the hall to where her bedroom was, making it clear what was about to happen between them, finally. She started pushing against his chest. “Dom, stop.”
    “Baby, I don’t think I can,” he moaned into her mouth.
    Her mouth was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he wanted more of it. God, it was nothing like he had imagined. Those lips he had dreamed of so many nights were nothing compared to this...this was real.
    She shoved hard against him, again. He reluctantly let go of her, completely. Breathing heavy, he moved forward again, but Chantal moved away from him. “We need to stop. I have a date and he will be here soon.”
    And she ruined the moment but saying that, damn it.
    “Who the hell are you going on a date with, Chantal?” he growled. Storming over to her, he didn’t stop when she put her hand up to block him.
    “That doesn’t concern you, Dominic,” she replied before moving further away from him.
    He followed her into the kitchen and stood there, trying to control his anger.
    “Yes it does, Chantal. How well do you know this guy?” He couldn’t help it, but he was pissed.
    “Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll tell you. I have known him for a while, and I trust him, Dominic.” Shaking her head, she continued, “You need to leave so I can finish getting ready.” She walked to the front door, opening it and waiting for him to leave.
    “You shouldn’t just trust someone because you have known them for a while. He could be a rapist, murderer, or whatever. How can you know for sure that he isn’t one of them?”
    “Are you any of them, Dominic, should I be trusting you?” She frowned.
    “You know full well I’m none of those things, Chantal. And yes you can trust me; I’d never do anything, or lie to you.”
    “Do I now?” she said, raising her eyebrow at him.
    She pushed him outside and locked the door, and then walked down to the truck that had just pulled up. Dom grabbed her arm before she passed him, while trying to see who was in the truck. “Be careful, please. If something happens, anything, ring me. I’ll come and get you,” he whispered in her ear.
    She just giggled at him