47. Elyse
CHAPTER 47
Elyse
MI CAMA ES TU CAMA
PRESENT
“ Y our bedroom is depressing. No wonder you’ve been sleeping on my couch.”
Dominic’s eyes roam over me, heating me from the inside out. “Am I still on the couch? I thought I’d graduated to your bed.”
I laugh and he smiles back. The kind of smile that makes my stomach dip.
When I walk over to stare at one of the only pieces of furniture in the room—his bed—he moves to stand behind me and I drop my back to his chest.
It’s funny that it’s only recently we started touching this way again, and already it feels instinctual, like my body just knows how to fit against his.
His arms wrap me tightly, and a little sigh floats up my throat, both from comfort and from something else.
“Tell me, querida mía. Am I allowed in your bed?”
His mouth tickles my ear as he trails nips down the shell of it .
“Yes,” I breathe, relinquishing my weight onto him because I know he’ll carry it. “As long as I’m allowed in yours.”
“Mi cama es tu cama.” (My bed is your bed.)
I glance at him over my shoulder, finding his eyes light with amusement.
“As long as you’re naked,” he adds.
Twisting in his arms, I bring us face to face.
“If I’m naked, you’re naked.” I brush a kiss against his neck, feeling his rapid pulse beat against my lips.
“Of course.” He swallows.
I step back. “Do you want me naked now?”
Without giving him a chance to answer, I strip off my top and step out of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a bra and underwear.
“Fuck,” he groans as his gaze travels over the length of me. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I could hear the same phrase a million times from a million different people, and it would mean nothing. When Dominic says it, it’s everything.
I unhook my bra, dropping it with the rest of my clothes.
He licks his lips, eyes fixated on my hardened nipples.
His hands reach for me, tugging me forward. He dips his head and buries his nose in the hollow of my collarbone, inhaling me like I’m a drug. One of his hands grabs my breast, kneading it.
“I love just getting to touch you. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
My head falls back, a needy noise escaping me. The faint stubble on his cheeks scratches the tender skin and a bolt of heat ignites at the base of my spine.
“I missed you too,” I admit. “So much.”
He dots tender kisses up the column of my neck and across my jaw .
“Yeah?” His voice is rough with disbelief.
I thread my fingers through his hair, encouraging the journey his mouth is on.
“Always.”
His lips slam against mine. It’s a demanding, urgent kiss, like he’s trying to make up for lost time—or punish me for it. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer, until there’s not an inch of space left between us.
I kiss him back just as fiercely.
We’re unmoored, breathing each other in like we’ve been starved.
He pulls his mouth from mine and the wet heat of his mouth warms the side of my cheek.
“Prove it,” he whispers.
His challenge starts a bloom of pressure low in my belly.
I grasp the hem of his T-shirt and slip my hands beneath it, letting my nails lightly scratch up his abdomen as I pull it off.
Starting at his neck, I drag a lick down to his chest, tasting salt and skin.
His hands dig into my hips, a quiet whimper sliding past his teeth.
“I would love to prove it,” I murmur against his stomach, slowly making my way down his body.
There’s no mistaking what I want.
His half-lidded eyes stare down at me. “Yes, Ellie girl,” he hisses. “Get on your knees and give my cock some attention.”
My thighs press together as my knees meet the cold hardwood floor.
I work to unfasten his pants, feeling the bulge of his cock battling the restraint of his zipper.
Once his jeans are bunched at his ankles he sucks in a harsh breath. “Touch it, please,” he rasps.
The please melts me. So polite. So dirty .
I give him an intentionally slow stroke over his boxer briefs, watching his jaw clench and chest rise with an inhale.
Looking up at him through my lashes, my lips curl into a smirk. “Since you asked so nicely.”
My hand dips beneath the waistband, dragging them down until they join his jeans. He steps out of them, kicking them away, as his cock springs free. My mouth waters.
He’s hard and thick and veiny, with a bead of pre-cum, shiny and ready to be tasted.
“The prettiest cock,” I praise.
My hand wraps around it, and works a long stroke. Staring at it, it’s hard to believe it fits inside me so well.
I lick his tip, and then glide my tongue down his shaft, my eyes falling shut as I savor his earthy arousal, before sinking my mouth around it.
“Take all of it,” Dominic grits. “Show me how badly you missed me.”
His demand sparks a frenzy within me. My lips surge forward, taking more of him. The tip of his cock down my throat chokes me.
It’s his undoing.
“Así, así, así.” (Like that, like that, like that.)
His hips thrust, fingers tangling in my hair, digging into my skull. He uses me, fucking my mouth. It’s rough and controlling, forcing obscene choking gags out of me. My panties grow wetter by the second, my thighs are sticky and wet, my core achingly needy.
“You like the way I use you? That pussy’s dripping, isn’t it?”
I moan a garbled yes around his cock, continuing to let him control the rhythm.
His ragged breaths quicken. “I’m going to cum,” he says, biting down on a moan.
And then he’s spilling down my throat, grunting through his orgasm.
When he’s finished, he helps me stand, gently smoothing my tangled hair. He wipes the dampness from my cheeks and around my mouth with his discarded shirt—tending to me with a softness that stirs warmth in my chest.
Gathering my face in his hands, he caresses my cheeks with his thumbs.
“Was I too rough?”
I smile, leaning into his touch. “I liked it.” Color rushes to my face, admitting the truth.
He chuckles before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “I thought so, but wanted to make sure. I was never very rough with you before…”
“Well, we’re older now. Nothing wrong with trying new things.”
He smiles, satisfied with my answer.
“Speaking of new things…” He grabs me by the waist, spins me around, and tosses me onto the bed—crawling over me in one seamless move. “This bed is brand new, needs to be broken in.”
I barely catch my breath, before he’s stealing it, pressing his mouth to mine and driving in his tongue.
I groan, opening up for him, crossing my ankles around the small of his back.
We’re messy. Our kissing is wet and sloppy, all tongue and teeth. An inpatient ache builds at my core and I grind my hips against his already hardening length. It’s digging a bruise into my inner thigh.
I tear my lips from his, arching my back.
“Your recovery time is non-existent,” I muse, swiveling my hips.
He sucks on my neck. “Ten year hard-on, querida mía.”
His answer makes me giggle .
I’m still sore from him but my pussy clenches, ready to be filled.
Reading my mind, his fingers slide my panties down, throwing them on the floor beside us. He spreads my arousal around, massaging my clit.
“Want to try something?” he asks quietly against the dip in my shoulder.
“Like what?”
He licks his way back to my mouth before answering. “Cuffs,” he murmurs. “I have a backup pair in the closet.”
I nod, curling my tongue to his. “Mmm hmm.” He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Yes,” I gasp. “We need a redo.”
He’s out of bed in a flash, leaving me a panting, squirmy mess.
When he returns just as fast, the gleam in his eyes is shy and hot. My pulse spikes when I spot the silver cuffs dangling from his fingers.
“On your stomach,” he says in his on-duty voice.
I obey, rolling over, turning my face to watch him.
He’s gentle as he puts my hands behind my back and clasps the heavy bracelets to my wrists. He gives them a soft tug.
My anticipation mounts, wondering how he’ll take me. How I’ll feel being controlled this way. How he’s the only person in the world I’d trust to do this with.
His hands grip my waist, forcing my ass up as I rest my weight on my knees.
It’s an awkward position. Hands behind my back, ass high in the air, cheek pressed into the mattress.
Dominic tugs on the cuffs again, harder this time, and my chest lifts off the bed.
“How does that feel?”
“Weird.” I laugh .
“Good weird or bad weird.”
“I don’t know,” Iadmit. “Both.”
His weight causes the bed to dip as he settles behind me. “If anything doesn’t feel good, just tell me.” He caresses my ass cheek and my skin prickles in goosebumps. “Your pleasure is the only thing that matters.”
“Okay.”
I expect to feel the nudge of his cock at my entrance but instead his palms flatten on the swell of each ass cheek. He spreads them apart and blows on the sensitive hole.
I shiver, gasping in surprise that morphs into a moan when his tongue laps at the area, swirling and teasing.
Two fingers sink into my soaking center, pistoning in and out of me at a relentless rhythm as his mouth continues to eat my ass.
My orgasm builds quickly, thighs shaking, stomach trembling, the most delicious twist of heat unraveling inside of me. I come loud, Dominic’s name flying with a string of mangled sighs.
The head of his cock drags at my wet seam, gathering my release before he slots himself inside. One hand holding the chain of the cuffs as leverage while the other is settled on my hip. He slams his hips. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Nothing sexier than seeing you cuffed and stuffed full of my cock.”
I moan, pushing back against him. “More. Harder.”
Our bodies slap together as breathless murmurs tangle with gasps and unintelligible words. It’s mindless and unfiltered and fervent.
I can sense his impending orgasm. The frenzied grunts, the frantic pace at which he rocks into me. Together, we climb higher and higher, reaching the peak in a shaking, wild, strangled string of cries.
Before my body comes down from its high, he’s removed the cuffs and has me tucked at his side, rubbing at my wrists in delicate soothing circles.
We lie there, wordless and satiated, until a memory bubbles up.
“I forgive you,” I say, half-slur, half-laugh.
Dominic lets out a confused hum. “For what?”
I smile into his chest. “Arresting me.”