Deporting Dominic (8 page)

“I come up here when I need to think,” he explains. “I love to watch the sunset from the top of the bleachers.”

“It’s beautiful from here. Thank you for bringing me here,” I replied kissing his cheek.  His strong hand turns my face so that his lips are directly on mine. The kiss is so intense I turn my body on his lap to wrap my arms around his neck.  His hand comes to rest on my breasts gently kneading them.  I groan softly realizing I am ready to be back in the apartment with him, in particular back in our bed. 

“Let’s go home,” he
said in a husky voice.  I release my hold on him standing shakily.  He takes my hand helping me navigate the rows of bleachers.  In the apartment we have not made it quite to the bedroom. In the living area we are standing kissing passionately. I drop my purse and its contents onto the floor with a soft thud. My hands are up his Polo shirt caressing his muscular chest. His hands are tightly affixed to my ass squeezing intermittently.  Pulling my skirt around my hips Dominic picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist.

I’m on
the bed as he stands over me with that look again. I blush all over because I see it in his eyes that he loves me.  Dominic removes my tank top with no problem before reaching under my skirt to take off my panties.  I love watching him undress first his shirt is pulled over his head of curly hair then his shorts and underwear are no more.  After the condom is secured he gradually enters me taking his sweet time. My hips flex up to force him to move faster but it doesn’t work. 

“Just enjoy me,” Dominic orders directly at my earlobe. I obey his command with reluctance as the slow moving is driving me crazy. 
The gentle in and out along with the circular motion is sheer torture.  However it does not take long for the slow movements to build into a lovely orgasm. I cry out as my body shakes underneath him. I await the fast familiar growls but they do not happen. He continues his slow torturous movements causing me to whimper uncontrollably.  When my body convulses for a second time I am very vocal about its arrival.  That is when I hear the growl and feel Dominic slam into me desperate to release his orgasm.  My hips instinctively flex up to meet every thrust.

“Oh Sammie damn,” he cried
out.  Before I can encourage him he slaps his hand over my mouth fighting the sounds coming from his own mouth. 

“
We are home,” Morgan calls out.  Dominic’s face is contorted with pleasure and shock as he continues to cover my mouth. Immediately Dominic pulls out of me getting shakily to his feet. I bolt upright looking around for my tank top and panties. Dominic manages to grab his shorts, shirt, and the condom wrapper as he heads to the bathroom.  I can tell he is still reeling from his ongoing orgasm. When I slip on my panties I am still tingling there. I brace myself against the nightstand to pull my shirt over my head. I am praying that none of them just burst through the door of my bedroom.  I pull the covers over the very wet spot on the bed blushing at no one in particular. 

“Hi guys. How was your weekend?” I ask way too cheerful
ly.  My aunt and uncle thankfully are in the room putting a sleeping Bryce to bed.  Charlie gives me the once over before answering, “It was great. Uncle Winston and I are going to build a go cart.”

“That’s awesome.” I try to sound enthused about that but Morgan sees rig
ht through me as she gapes. I give her a reassuring smile that is met with a knowing smile in return. Damn that girl knows me to well. 

“Bryce is out like a light
Sammie,” my Uncle Winston informed me as he places a kiss on my forehead.

“Thanks for taking the kids this weekend.” I give my aunt and uncle very brief hugs wondering if I smell like sex.  Charlie is about to ask where
is Dominic but Morgan and I both stop him from asking that question.

“Oh my God,
Mom thanks for the dresses,” Morgan chimes loudly to change the subject. My aunt and uncle look at her with disbelief.  They still do not like the idea that my little sister and brother refer to me as their mother. I know that it’s a coping mechanism to help them deal with what they lost. It also helps me to confirm that I am doing a good job where their care is concerned.  Charlie darts into his room to see if he has anything new and comes out happy with what is on his bed. 

“Is this for graduation?” Charlie
asked holding up the slacks, shirt, and tie.  I nod and he moves to give me a quick hug. “Thanks mom. I like it.”

“I figure I would probably let Do
minic take you to get more summer clothes since I am just a girl.” Charlie breathes a sigh of phony relief and laughs.  My aunt and uncle give them final hugs before they are out the door. 

“Oh Uncle Winston just so you know I am thinking about financing a new vehicle. You know something roomier perhaps a minivan.” I
said not asking permission but informing him of my decision to do so. 

“Oh ok. Do you know what kind you want? Are you sure about the cost?” He
asked standing half in the apartment and half in the hallway. 

“
Yes I have done my homework. I have narrowed my choices and looked into the financing. I was just giving you a heads up. Also I sent you a few emails regarding the changes let me know what you think.” I said wanting to make him feel included in the decisions I make without him making them for me.  Camille my aunt is looking at me with a bit of sadness. I know by the time she gets to the car she will be in tears. She thinks all this responsibility is robbing me of my time to be young and carefree. I was a mother before my parents died and I will always be a mother. My greatest job is to see to it that they have a good life and a chance to be happy.  I am as happy and carefree as I will ever be if I am successful. 

When I shut the door I see that Dominic has emerged from the bedroom.  He is talking to Charlie quietly as Charlie explains about the
go-cart.  I go check on Bryce giving him good night kisses while he sleeps softly. I push his dirty blond locks back from his forehead kissing him repeatedly. I love him so much.

Charlie and Dominic are sitting at the table looking through a notebook chatting about materials for the
go-cart.  Morgan pulls me into her room to gush over her new sundresses. 

“I love them. What did you buy for yourself?” She
asked knowing that I probably did not buy myself anything. 

“Sidney was here this weekend. We went
shopping at the mall. She talked me into getting a mani and pedi. It was really fun,” I said dodging her question proudly showing her my hands and toes. 

“Oh pretty. So does Dominic
like it?” Morgan questions with a devious smile on her face. She is not relenting and I am not forthcoming. So I said quickly, “Yes he does.”

“Cool. I have decided to attend gymnastics camp for the summer. If that is okay with you,” Morgan
said with some moderate hesitation.  This would involve Morgan leaving for a month this summer to work with her former coach.  With Olympic trials this year I am sure Morgan is eager to get back into the spirit of competition.

“I think that’s wonderful Morg,” I enthuse hugging her tightly.  I know how much gymnastics meant to her and my mom. 
My mom was very insistent that we each have a special extracurricular activity that she oversaw. Morgan had gymnastics, Charlie had piano, and I once played the violin.  Still wrapped in a partial hug we emerge from her bedroom to join the guy’s conversation at the dining table.  They are arguing over colors and names for the future go-cart. 

Charlie has insisted that Dominic assist them with building the
go-cart.  Dominic is hesitant fearing intrusion on family bonding time.  Charlie reassures him that he has cleared the idea with Uncle Winston who welcomes the additional help.  As they talk back and forth I cannot help feeling a little dirty and I long for a shower. I know what we have been doing the past few days is anything but dirty. With the kids here I feel a sense of increased responsibility to protect them from my feelings for Dominic.  I want to love him so much without sacrificing any of the love that I have for them.  I hope they never feel that I chose him over them. I chose all of them.

“Well I’m going to take a shower while you guys hash this out,” I interrupt their playful arguing.  Dominic stops talking but Morgan and Charlie just offer nods continuing their differing opinions on color.  I turn to walk to my bedroom as the memories of what just happened inside not thirty minutes ago flood my mind.  Dominic watches me walk to the
bedroom with a look of utter lust and love on his face. By the time I hit the door of the bedroom I do not hear Morgan and Charlie’s voices. Turning just a few inches I can see out of my peripheral view Dominic is gazing at me while Morgan and Charlie stare at him.

“What?” He
asked blushing slightly under their joint stares. Neither of them said anything but they smile wide enough for him to understand they know. He tries to steer the conversation back but in the end it falls flat.

“You’re
looking at our mom?” Charlie asked candidly folding his arms across his chest.  I miss this line of questioning as I am almost in my bathroom.  Morgan would later tell me that he promised he would not hurt me no matter what.

I cut on the water in the shower before removing my clothes.  In the mirror I give myself yet another inspection. I look different now and it’s obvious in my face.  My facial features appear youthful and refreshed. I smile at my reflection eager for the warm cleansing water.  Under the warm spray my mind keeps drifting back to our lovemaking session
s. The gentle movements I initially doubted were actually much more powerful than I thought. Dominic was so confident in bed that it gave me confidence. I want to please him, satisfy him, and make him mine. I hug myself I love him. 

“The kids have gone to bed?” I ask
ed walking into the living room area wearing my fluffy pink bathrobe.  Dominic is leaning against the back of the couch drinking what appears to be juice. 

“Yeah a few minutes ago,” he replies with a soft smile. 

“I was just getting some juice.” I start for the kitchen area but I am halted by his words.

“I have enough juice to share.”
Dominic holds out his cup moving it back and forth to entice me.  I take the bait walking over to him.  He puts the cup to my lips and I take a huge gulp.  When he pulls the cup away from my mouth he runs the fingers of his other hand along my jaw then down to my neck. I inhale deeply as his fingers continue down parting my bathrobe slightly. Dominic draws small circles on the swells of my breasts before offering me more juice. I take a small sip this time and indicate I have had enough. Dominic finishes the juice and I take the cup from his hand. Walking to the small side table I place the cup on top of it. Tugging my robe he pulls me back to him. Looking at the kid’s rooms he confirms the doors are shut. The kisses are soft and gentle on my lips, neck, and the swells of my breasts. I respond with heavy breathing remaining quiet for the sake of the kids. The last kiss is deep and passionate as his juice flavored tongue invades my mouth. I almost gasp aloud besieged by the urge to tear him out of his clothing. However I think we have both had enough for one day. 

“I am going to take a shower now,” he
whispered against my ear lobe, “A very cold shower.” I smile softly as we walk hand and hand back to our room.  When I close our bedroom door Morgan closes her bedroom door all the way. Climbing into bed she sends a silent prayer of thanks to our parents for working their magic. To see her sister/mom so happy makes her happy.  Morgan drifts off to sleep with a big goofy grin on her face. 

My body appears to be super sensitive since this afternoon’s lovemaking session. My pajamas feel so good against my skin. I pull the covers off the bed quickly changing the sheets
while Dominic is in the shower. Running around the bed I affix the blue navy fitted sheet to the bed first. Then I change the pillowcases on the four large pillows before applying the top sheet. The soft lightweight duvet is in shades of purple, gold, red and blue. I linger to appreciate my handiwork then I disturb the beauty of my bed making skills when I slide underneath the sheets.  I leave the lamp on Dominic’s side of the bed on but cut off my lamp.  I start to doze immediately not realizing just how tired I really am.  I hear rather than see Dominic come out of the bathroom.  He moves quietly presumably putting on his pajamas. I feel the covers rustle as he slides in pulling me to his side of the bed. He cuts off the lamp then wraps me up in his arms kissing the back of my neck. 

“Can I ask you something?” He
whispered in the darkened bedroom.

“Yeah
sure,” I grumble sleepily. His hold on me tightens as if his question might cause me to bolt from the bed.

“Can we have sex whenever or will we have to schedule it?” His accent is heavy as his voice trembles.

“We can have sex whenever you want Dominic. I enjoy it very much with you.”

“Whenever we want you meant
to say.”

He
corrected me placing an emphasis on the ‘we’.

“Yes whenever we want.” He kisses me and I think he means now but he assures me that I am safe for tonight. 

“That almost killed me earlier. We were almost busted,” he said laughing.

“I know I was panicking looking for my underwear and shirt. Can you not throw my clothes so far away next time?” I
said jokingly as he tightens his grip on me.