Fevered Fantasies

Estella & Dominic (5)

(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) Estella and Dominic 5 (♡‿ ♡⁠)

My body was on fire.

Dominic literally ate me with his eyes. Seconds ago, he tore my panties. Now, he is running his thumb at the side of his lower lip as he takes a few steps backwards.

My chest was heaving all the while he ravished my body. His eyes were still full of wanting.

When he started to approach me. I gulped.

He held my neck in a possessive manner, silencing whatever I had wanted to voice. Then we kissed; he took all of me, my lips and tongue.

I was lost in his world. Dominic was a f*****g good kisser! It didn't just feel good; it quenched and reignited my hunger for him at the same time.

A spank on my butt makes me yelp. He placed my hands on his pants, beckoning me to take off his belt in a whisper.

I make a move, but Dominic interrupts by moving dangerously close. Too close that I could feel his bulging groin on my hungry coochie.

I clenched tighter, as though I would go wild if this craving wasn't satisfied.

"I badly want to know how you taste. I'd eat you out till you are pulsing with sensation."

My hair stood. "I want you. All of you."

"Maybe not all, but I will drain you in the most pleasant way." Dominic said with a chuckle, crashing into my lips again. But this time, it was brief.

We were both panting when he came to a pause.

He placed me on the countertop, displaying my entire cunt in full view.

My juice flowed down, wetting my thighs.

"Look at that! You're so fleshy and thick. You can take in all of my length, huh?" he teased.

"Slop!" My p***y reacted with need as he teased his middle finger in between.

I thrummed with desire.

"But not today..." he maintained in a low tone.

He caressed my inner lips, his fingers soiled with my wetness.

I shut my eyes, letting the pleasure ravage my body.

"Ummm," I groaned as I felt his fingers filling me up.

Dominic didn't stick one. But two.

"You are so tight; three is so much fun," he said with a wink, thrusting in and out with an obsessive zeal.

I moaned louder now.

As he progressed, I was slowly losing my voice. Almost breathless.

Dominic was obviously enjoying the idea of torturing me with his fingers; a wry smile lit his face as he bit his lip.

He quickened the pace, curling his fingers inside of me. My knees vibrated, begging for mercy, and I voiced his name.

Liquid drooled out of me, but Dominic didn't let me climax just yet. He stuck out his finger, eating me out with so much relish.

It felt so hot. So surreal.

He nibbled my folds, igniting them with the tip of his tongue hungrily. Focused. Searching. Until he found my pleasure bell, almost driving me into a frenzy.

He even moaned as he ate me out, and I dripped helplessly. My hands on my boobs, and my eyes caught between longing and tears.

The fact that Dominic enjoyed how I taste was a turn-on.

Soon, his fingers were back, slamming into my slimy sweet spot. More intense than it ever was.

With his tongue, he drew circular motions on my n*****s, worsening my enjoyable misery.

I made a loud gasp, digging my fingers behind him as he held my waist. Our eyes locked.

Another method.

He was making me bounce on the countertop, his fingers still deep inside of me. He went on to add the third.

I threw my head backwards, feeling my throat dry up.

Gosh! I was losing my mind.

I couldn't hold it anymore; I let the tear that had stayed in my eyes flow out freely, wetting my face, an added sensation as it rolled down onto one of my breasts.

Dominic was controlling my waist. Slow, when he felt I should take a break. Faster, most of the time. His fingers felt tough and full, even though it wasn't his d**k.

The rain had stopped now, and I could hear how my voice echoed inside the kitchen.

My p***y wasn't helping matters—its loud puffs mixed with my voice fueled Dominic's passion even more.

I didn't restrain myself. I only didn't want this to end.

That instant, my head felt funny, and a dull pain settled in my pelvic area. Soon, my juices came sploshing out.

My vision took a while to regain its balance. Dominic and I stared at each other, panting. And then I realized I had squirted—for the first time in my life.

* * *

Aunt Kay had sustained a severe injury to her leg. The doctor had hinted that surgery might be necessary if her condition worsened. My mother shared the news the moment she returned from the hospital, then casually added that she wouldn’t be picking me up today.

“Estella!”

“You’re rushing the turns,” our instructor corrected.

“Slow down. Feel every movement.”

“Think about the story you’re telling with your body,” he continued, resting his hands lightly on my shoulders.

“Keep them relaxed. Shoulders down.”

His touch made something vivid strike through my mind. Yesterday.

The music didn’t stop.

“Make eye contact with the audience as if you’re sharing a secret,” he said. “Eye contact, Estella.”

Fuck. He should just leave.

The way he spoke, measured and commanding, dragged Dominic straight into my thoughts.

“Rotate from the hips,” Diego instructed. “Not just the feet.”

My throat tightened.

Dominic’s hands had lifted me by the hips, setting me on the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing.

The memory hit so sharply I had to swallow.

“And finally,” Diego added, stepping back, “breathe in sync with your movements. That’s how you keep it fluid!”

Breathe.

My pulse betrayed me. All I could think of were Dominic’s lips, my broken breaths, and the sounds I couldn't curtail because of how hard he was reeling his fingers inside of me.

Or was it the way my body had responded without permission?

Shit!

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, forcing myself back into the room.

Let’s go one more time,” Diego said.

The moment we stopped, I rushed toward the lockers, grabbing my water bottle and drinking like it might cool the heat under my skin. When I looked up, I caught Chris watching me.

I turned slightly, fanning my face with my hand.

I wasn’t hot from dancing. I was hot from memory. From wanting more than what had happened the last time and knowing I wanted it soon.

Giselle’s Mad Scene flooded the hall again, and we moved through the choreography once more.

“Bravo! Bravo, Estella!”

Diego clapped. “Good work, all of you. Let’s aim to perfect this by next week. Get plenty of rest—tomorrow’s rehearsal will be intense.”

Backpacks were slung over shoulders as everyone filtered out.

“Hi.”

Chris appeared beside me, a hesitant smile on his face.

“Hi,” I replied distractedly, eyes still on my phone as I walked.

“Can we talk for a moment?” he asked.

I looked up at him, curious about the tension in his voice.

“Sure,” I said. “What’s up?”