Fevered Fantasies

Estella & Dominic (4)

(♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) Estella and Dominic 4 (♡‿ ♡⁠)

The next time I saw Mr. Dominic, neither of us could look each other in the eye. He was speaking with my mom in the living room when our gazes finally collided; my stomach immediately twisted into knots.

I excused myself to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal and milk as if the food could calm the storm inside of me.

“What?!” I heard my mom’s sudden outburst from the living room.

“An accident? Where? How?”

“Oh my God! I will be right there!”

“Mom? What’s wrong? ” I asked, perplexed, my cereal still in my hands.

“It’s Aunt Kay… she was involved in an accident,” she said, her voice tight.

My heart skipped a beat. Aunt Kay was more than family; she had been there for us after my father died, offering love when life felt empty. Even when her own family clashed with ours, she never relented in showing kindness to us.

“Be careful, Mom. The weather is not so good today," I warned.

She was already heading for the door. “I need to go, Estella. Dominic, I’m so sorry…”

He nodded, avoiding my eyes. I tried to look away, but something grabbed my attention—there was a polished, deliberate quality to his hair, like he wanted me to notice.

I pursed my lips.

For minutes, we didn’t say a word to each other, but the moment I made towards the kitchen, he adjusted his position.

I pretended to take no notice of that, turning on the sink tap to start the dishes. Anything to avoid looking at him, but I wasn’t fully concentrated.

I wanted him right behind me. I wanted even just a feel of Dominic’s touch.

He cleared his throat, standing at the edge of the kitchen, and I jerked.

“Estella…” His voice was quieter than usual, almost hesitant.

I turned, trying so hard not to look tense. “You must be bored. I guess you’re ready to leave.”

“Yeah… I suppose,” he said, almost in a whisper.

A flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder. I was a scaredy-cat. I flinched, covering my ears. Dominic moved closer, concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, gently touching my shoulder.

The brush of his hand sent shivers down my spine. My sudden twitch caused the plates to slip and clatter into the sink, water splashing over him.

I looked up at him, and my blue eyes struck his; his hair was curled, partially covering his pretty eyes, and the wet shirt gave more grace to his thickened abs.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, and as he did, I swallowed audibly. We were standing too close. I could perceive his cologne.

"I would have to take this off..." he said, his voice throaty, and he did take it off.

Maybe Dominic shouldn’t have done that ‘cus it worsened the crazy thoughts I had for him. His skin was clear, almost spotless. Muscles flexed.

I stared wide-eyed without blinking, and he smirked.

He must enjoy how openly I always admired him without shame.

That minute, a wind blew past, and soon the sound of rain hitting the roof became loud. I could barely hear what he said. I only saw him make a gesture of blowing air at himself, his brows furrowed, and his full lips slightly pouted, before he muttered inaudibly and left for the sitting room.

Had he said it felt hot in here despite the weather?

I felt my grip tighten on the saucer I was pretending to wash, and I threw it into the sink, washing my hands off, now disinterested.

If only this whole suspense with Dominic would stop.

This was the perfect time to make out.

The weather made everything worse. It lured me. I felt goosebumps rippling my skin as another bout of wind blew. My p***y clenched, and I let out a loud sigh.

Soon, I felt a surge I couldn’t control run down my spine.

I badly needed warmth. I needed a hot f**k from Dominic. I wanted him to f**k me so hard till I cried.

Then an idea popped into my head. I didn't push it away. I let it consume me.

I played with the strap of my silk dress, caressing my skin. I didn't stop there. I wouldn't. I put a hand behind me, reaching for the hook of my brassiere. I let it fall off, and next, my gown. They were both resting on my feet now.

I shove them aside, running my hands on my already hardened n*****s as I shut my eyes. As I teased, my hole opened, clenching the minute I grabbed my full breasts with my two hands.

In a short while, I start to feel sore; my yoni clenched too fast now. It was painful but sweet.

I took in my lower lip, sucking on it rather too passionately, as I relished the movement taking place between my legs.

I wanted Dominic to see me stark. Fully naked. Again.

I pressed my legs together, my folds rubbing on themselves as I trailed down from my boobs to my tummy and then down to my navel.

A loud moan escaped me this time. I placed my middle finger in between my legs—my lace panties still on.

I was messy. Wet. Too drenched for Dominic.

I couldn't wait to hit my spot, to dig my middle finger down my yoni, drilling myself until I hit my core.

But I was distracted. It happened too suddenly.

I felt a hot breath at the side of my neck. I opened my eyes—my lashes drenched from tensive pleasure.

He held my jaw, raising my face till my eyes met his. They were red, and I knew he was dying to have a taste of me too.

"I can see what I do to you. You ache for me more than you admit," he said, curling his lips in satisfaction.