Free Deporting Dominic by Renee Lindemann

for GPM. 
    My eyes are burning after about an hour of working on the computer and I head to the bathroom to remove my contact lens. I put some drops in my eyes and they feel like heaven. I slip on my black wire rimmed glasses inspecting my reflection in the mirror. I pull my hair into a bun before I inspect my newly polished fingernails and toes. The soft orange color looks pretty against my brown skin. I am glad Sidney dragged me to the salon as the pain in my shorts has dulled considerably.  I laugh recalling how adamant she was that I have all the hair waxed off below my waist. I flatly refused to go bald down there that would make me feel like a twelve-year-old girl, gross. It’s getting late out and I decide to heat up some of the leftover pasta eating in front of the television.
    I doze off after only an hour of mindless television but wake to find I am still alone in the apartment. After placing my empty dish in the sink I head to the bedroom. It occurs to me that the previous evening and my inability to pick up my cell phone may have sent Dominic in search of other fulfillment. The thought makes the pasta in my stomach rumble as if it will make a re-appearance soon. I silently pray that he is not canoodling with some other chick. Shaking my head I hope that he knows that would hurt me badly. I mean we are not married yet but still the thought of him choosing to have sex with someone other than me after letting everyone know we are a couple would be downright humiliating.  Sitting on the bed I look through my phone and see several text messages from the kids but nothing from Dominic. Sidney is going out again tonight with Mario and is inviting us to join. I ignore that one as I have no idea where Dominic is and decide to go back to sleep. 

CHAPTER 11
    Please let me stay asleep if I am dreaming because this feels so good.  In this dream Dominic is kissing my neck while his hands resume the previous night’s investigation of my nipples. My eyes are tightly shut because I do not want to wake from this dream it feels so real. I moan loudly and Dominic moans too. My eyes fly open and he is in bed with me kissing me. Hooray it is not a dream. I do not dare decide we need to talk it is time to do this right now. His kisses imply that he feels the same way and I let myself have this moment with him. The chlorine of the swimming pool is evident on his skin as I put little kisses along his neck. My kisses stop abruptly when I feel his hands inside my panties. I gasp as he touches me there! Hallelujah!
    “Dominic,” I whisper softly as his fingers massage me in a distinctive pattern. He said nothing as the pressure intensifies in my panties. I cry out once more and he pulls his hands from my panties.
    “No, no don’t stop,” I plead my voice raspy. He does not say anything as he kisses my begging lips. He does not know that I cannot orgasm from sex alone. I have to be touched. Before I can pass along this fact he is pulling my shirt over my head unclasping my bra too. I am grateful it is dark in the room as I hate being fully exposed. The feel of his chest on mine is absolutely heavenly and I am anticipating the weight of his entire body on me. Taking my hand he guides me down to his shorts and I massage his remarkable erection.
    “That’s for me?” I think as I stroke him through the thin fabric. His groans are my answer and I want him so badly I am ready to pounce on him like a tiger. There is no way in hell he is rejecting me tonight. Soon enough I realize he shares my desperation as he quickly unbuttons my shorts removing my panties as well.  I lie there trying to quell my rapidly thumping heart feeling the weight shift on the bed.  He is off removing his shorts then he is sitting down again switching on the bedside lamp. Immediately I reach for a sheet covering my midsection with as much as I can pull across me.  I hear rather than see him put on a condom.  I want to mention I am on the pill but I allow