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her in a flash, holding her still before bending down to kiss her.
“Are you cra -- mmph!” Her words were lost in his mouth.
Misty struggled as hard as she could, but with every second that passed, she could feel her resistance waning and her body yielding bit by bit to Domenico’s drugging passion. When Domenico’s tongue swept inside her mouth, she succumbed to his touch with a little whimper that had Domenico growling and kissing her harder. His kiss was even better than she remembered, sweeter and hotter at the same time. The taste and feel of it made Misty’s head float.
Domenico pushed her against the wall. Without breaking their kiss, he unclipped her hair then pinned her arms above her head. When he threaded his fingers through her hair, she moaned, the sheer pleasure of it causing moisture to form between her thighs. How such a simple touch could turn her on so much was impossible for Misty to explain. All she knew was that in Domenico’s arms, she always felt like she was a hair’s breadth away from having an orgasm.
Dimly, she heard a stall door open, followed by a little squeak of surprise, then hasty footsteps that ended with the door slamming.
She tried one last futile time to ask what he was planning. “Mr. Moret --”
“Domenico,” he murmured against her lips before sucking on her tongue.
“ Aa-ahhh.”
Domenico was unbuttoning the first two buttons of her blouse and she shivered as he pushed the loosened fabric off one shoulder, his lips trailing down to kiss the skin he had just exposed. He nuzzled the valley of her breasts, his hands dipping inside the lace cups of her bra to fondle them.
“Domenico,” she gasped, unable to help it, her head swinging from one side to another as he gave her breasts a hard squeeze.
“I love it when you say my name,” he whispered just before he kissed his way back up, stopping at the side of her neck before sucking long and hard.
“Oh!” Her head lolling back, Misty arched toward him to give him more access.
When he pulled away, she could only stare at him in utter bemusement as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt as well. He pushed some of the cloth downwards to reveal more of his smooth, tanned skin. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I…ah…what--” She didn’t get to finish her thought; he was already pulling her close. Soon enough, instinct took over and she did what he said. She sucked on the skin of his neck gently at first, gradually sucking and nipping harder, loving how he groaned. She was marking him as he had her.
She lost track of time. Literally. She lost track of everything else. For the first time in Misty’s life, the worries of earning a living disappeared from her mind, and all she could concentrate on was the absolute wonder of Domenico’s touch.
Domenico pulled away with an effort, knowing that if she spent a moment longer kissing him he would be having her against the wall. And though that seemed more and more like a good plan, he knew he would regret it afterwards. Misty’s virginity was meant to be savored and not taken away just anywhere, especially not in a public restroom.
He studied her appearance with satisfaction. She had the look of a well-pleasured woman, which was exactly what he wanted.
“Now…” He went down on one knee, knowing Misty would love the romantic aspect of his action even though he personally felt it was overkill. Weddings were special events in a woman’s life, however, and Domenico didn’t want to shortchange Misty on anything as much as he could help it. He already felt a tiny amount of guilt for taking away her chance of falling in love. If proposing on bended knee could go even a small way to making her memories of marriage rosier, he was willing to do it.
Domenico glanced up and was startled to see the look of panic in Misty’s face. “Misty?”
She blushed.
That was