Superstar-Chapter 40

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Chapter 40: Hungry Eyes

At the movies, Dom tried to watch Denzel Washington and Tom Hanks do their thing on the silver screen, but her eyes kept being drawn back to Terry. She drank in his profile and hungrily devoured the sight of and smell of him. In her mind, she was overpowered by him and made a willing partner in their lovemaking. Dom wondered what it was about Terry that made her want him so much. None of the other men she’d been with sparked the raw desire that kicked off whenever she looked at him.

Dom was keeping her hands to herself. She was afraid that if she touched him, she wouldn’t be able to control herself. As if he could hear her thoughts, Terry’s hand brushed hers. They looked at each other, smiled and held hands. Dom sighed and relaxed against Terry’s shoulder.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He whispered.

Dom looked at him in the shifting half-light and said, “Oh, yes. Definitely.”

“There’s a song I wanted to play for you.” Terry stated as they walked into his apartment. “I wrote it for my Mom.” Dom acknowledged him, but all of her thoughts were completely in the gutter. He wore a snug fitting white t-shirt that showcased his lithe, muscled arms and chest, a black vest, baggy jeans and black leather dress shoes.

 Dom watched and lusted for him, watching the play and movement of the muscles of his body under his clothes. As he excused himself to get his guitar out of his bedroom, This gave Dom a chance to stop thinking with her libido and concentrate on his home.

The walls were beige with pictures by different African-American artists adorning them. The living room, where she currently sat, was conspicuously free of clutter and there wasn’t a T.V. in sight. Instead, there was a large stereo system with racks of CD’s and cassette in the space between the picture window and the couch. Behind her, there was a small dining area and the kitchen beyond that. The bedroom and the bathroom were off to the right through a small hallway. Like his car, Terry’s living space was neat and well kept.

“I like your place, baby.” Dom said. “It’s very neat.”

“Thanks. I try.” Terry said as he walked back in with his acoustic guitar in hand. He sat at a comfortable looking chair to Dom’s left.

He played a melody; it was a little sad, yet celebratory as well. Dom listened and thought of her father. Memories of how life was when he was there, and how it completely changed after he left, flooded her mind. Tears came to her eyes as she looked at Terry and completely understood what he was ‘saying’ through his song.

He put down his guitar, looked up at Dom and asked her, “What do you think?”

She sat for a moment, just looking at him, imprinting the moment in her memory. Then she got up, crossed the space between them and said, as she sat on his lap, “It’s beautiful, just like you.”

Dom held his face in her hands and leaned forward to gently kiss him. A shock ran down her spine as the kiss grew warmer as their lips and tongues began to dance. Terry’s arms wrapped around her and she pressed herself harder against him.

A groan that started somewhere around her chest escaped from her lips and Terry answered with one of his own. He rained wet, warm kisses down her neck as his hands caressed her breasts and focused on her nipples.

“Mmmm, yesss.” Dom hissed as Terry’s mouth replaced his hands. In a matter of moments, Terry divested Dom of her clothes, knelt down and used his lips and tongue to drive her mad. She wrapped her thighs around his head as he brought her, screaming, over the edge.

Dom was dimly aware of Terry carrying her to his bedroom and taking off his clothes. She was sharply aware of his hardness penetrating her velvet folds. She lost track of how long they made love, but when they stopped, sweat drying on their naked bodies, Terry wrapped her in an embrace and softly said, “I love you.”

Nestled safely in his arms, Dom momentarily panicked, not really sure if she could handle the intensity, the passion of the man. Then she smiled as the doubts melted away and her heart soared as she said the words that she’d wanted to say since they first kissed: “I love you.”

Terry kissed her and held her tighter. She returned it and the both of them fell into a deep, peaceful slumber, the warmth of their love covering them like a blanket.

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