Chapter 51: Chapter 51
TWO WEEKS LATER:
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Celeste stirred softly, her lashes fluttering against Dominic’s bare chest. His arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.
The steady rise and fall of his breath had lulled her into the deepest sleep she’d had in days. Now, she was barely awake, and his lips were already on her skin.
"Good morning, beautiful," Dominic murmured, kissing the side of her face, her temple, then her cheek. Another kiss on her jaw. Then her lips. "Guess what today is?"
Celeste groaned lightly, burying her face in his chest, but she smiled.
"Dominic, it’s too early."
He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It’s your graduation day."
Celeste’s eyes popped open as she looked up at him in mock surprise. "Oh my God, it is."
Dominic leaned in again, peppering her face with kisses. She squirmed playfully beneath him, giggling as he kissed her over and over. Her laughter filled the room, bright and carefree. It made his chest swell.
"You’re ridiculous," she laughed, breathless.
"Not that. I feel like I’m in a trance," he countered. "And also, I’m very proud."
He sat up, tossing the sheets off and walking to the edge of the room. He got to where three pristine garment bags hung beside a standing mirror. Celeste followed with her eyes, the confusion on her face slowly turning to stunned awe.
"What’s that?"
"Options," Dominic said, tugging one zipper down to reveal a sleek, off-shoulder Dior gown in ivory silk. It was elegant, and also had a timeless touch.
The second, when unzipped, revealed a minimalist two-piece Chanel tweed ensemble in a soft baby blue.
The last bag revealed what was a sharp, structured Givenchy jumpsuit in rich navy, with gold detailing on the belt and sleeves.
Celeste’s mouth parted slightly. "Dominic..."
"You can pick whichever one you want," he said with a shrug, as if it were no big deal. "Or all three. Or none. But I wanted you to have something worthy of the moment."
She was on her feet now, crossing over to the outfits and brushing her fingers over the material.
"These are all beautiful," she sounded conflicted. They were all designers, and probably cost a fortune."
Celeste raised her face to him, blinking. "I feel... I’m grateful."
He walked back toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in gently. He pressed his face into her neck, and drank in her morning scent.
She leaned against his chest, smiling.
But then she stepped back slightly, her tone softening. "Dom, I need to go."
His brow furrowed. "Go where?"
"I need to see Amara. This is our last day in college together. The ceremony starts in a few hours. I have to meet her and the others. We’re doing our final brunch."
He didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at her, almost as if trying to hold her there with just his gaze.
"I’ll be absolutely safe. There has been no harm for days now." she added, gently. "Also, it won’t take long."
He exhaled through his nose and gave a faint, reluctant nod. "Alright. But you’ll come back here before the ceremony, yeah?"
She nodded. "I promise."
Before she could move, he swept her up into his arms again and carried her toward the bathroom.
"Dominic—"
"We shower together," he said. "One last time before you officially become a graduate." He made a face. "I can’t let you start your day without a proper send off."
She laughed. "You’re unbelievable."
Dominic turned the shower on the moment they stood under the shower.
The hot water streamed over them, and misted the glass as they stood in the shower. Dominic’s hands moved over her body with reverence, his touch was more comforting than intimate.
There was something about mornings like this that made her chest ache. Since she decided to wake up with him every day, every morning had been soft and slow with quiet affection.
As the water ran down their bodies, Celeste leaned back against his chest.
"Are you going to come to the ceremony?"
"Of course I am." His hand roamed around her bare body, and fondled her soft breasts. "I’m among the school board so I’ll have to give you your award."
Cestese smiled, and bent her face towards him. Dominic took the cue, and captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
His right hand clenched her neck, while his left hand traced her stomach downwards, and sensually rubbed her sensitive fold.
Celeste moaned in the kiss as he pushed two fingers into her. Celeste gasped, and he paused the kiss.
He let go of her neck, and turned her to fully face him. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he slowly went down on her.
He parted her legs, and his fingers replaced his tongue. The swirling of his tongue in there made her gasp in pleasure, and she grabbed a handful of his hair.
She clenched his hair harder, when the pleasure became unbearable, and he only became more skillful rather than stopping.
Her moans filled the bathroom as she let go of hair, pressed both palms on each side of the walls, and rode on his face.
"Fuck, Celeste," Dominic groaned, enjoying every drop of her. She exploded on his face, and he drank in every drop of her.
"I’ll give you an award on stage for being this bad," Dominic teased, as he stood his full length before her.
She snorted, and nudged him with her elbow.
Dominic kissed her, sharing her taste with him. He cupped her ass, and grabbed both of her thighs, lifting her up.
His mouth left hers to drop kisses all over her chest all the way down. His hot breath fanned her nipples.
Taking one in his mouth and using his fingers to play with the other, he filled her with his already thick d*ck.
Soon, the bathroom was filled with moans and groans of intoxicating pleasure. They both came undone, with trembling knees.
They held onto each other tightly for support, as they tried to catch a breath. Celeste laughed afterwards, and Dominic joined her.
"That was one of the best quickies I’ve ever had yet," she said between her laughs.
Dominic smiled. He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I’m glad you said yet."
After the shower, she stepped out and wrapped herself in one of his oversized towels. Her damp curls framed her face, and she turned back to see him watching her, towel hanging low on his waist.
"You know," she said, brushing her hand against the edge of one of the garments. "I still don’t know which one to wear."
"Wear the one that makes you feel more like yourself," Dominic suggested. "And if that style isn’t there, I can get it for you in a minute."
Celeste smiled again. "Don’t worry, I have it all figured out,"