25. Dom
Chapter twenty-five
Dom
“ Y ou’re trying to make this difficult for me, aren’t you?” I say, then let out a dramatic groan.
Ellie pauses, confusion flittering over her face, before she finishes putting her hair in a loose bun on top of her head, then plugs her phone into the charging cord and places it on her nightstand.
“That definitely sounds like me, but I’m going to need you to be more specific.”
“You wore the pants,” I say, gesturing to her bottom half.
She gives her head a small shake as a smirk threatens to appear at the corner of her lip. “Are you trying to tell me they’re out of season?” she says, putting her hands on her hips and popping her weight to one leg.
Yes, it’s April, but it’s not the season that’s throwing me off kilter.
“The Halloween pants, Ellie. You know they’re my favorite.”
“They’re leggings, and yes, I know they’re your favorite. They’re mine, too, so you’ll have to control yourself, Mr. Moretti. Let me live my most comfortable life, please, and celebrate Halloween whenever I want.”
I don’t know what it is about these fucking leggings . The print is insanely festive. A mess of bright orange, black, and purple littered with jack-o’-lanterns, witches, ghosts, monsters, and candy. Large text reads TRICK OR TREAT in bold, white lettering.
Treat. It’s always a goddamn treat to see these make an off-season appearance.
I can’t explain it. They’re soft and they hug Ellie’s every curve. The fabric’s just thin enough I can catch the jiggle of her ass if I watch close enough as she walks. It’s impossible to look anywhere but her ass when she wears these…and she knows it.
I helplessly watch her finish getting ready before she climbs into bed, fluffs her pillows, and checks the baby monitor before picking up her phone to scroll.
Shaking my head in an attempt to shake off the sight of Ellie’s ass looking like that , I head to the restroom to finish getting ready for bed.
Well, two can play this game.
A few minutes later, I step out of the bathroom, only to cross my arms and ankles, leaning my side against the doorway.
Sensing my lingering presence, Ellie looks up from her phone to see what’s keeping me from climbing into bed, and she giggles at the sight of me.
Backwards baseball hat, the shirt she got me for Father’s Day—a dark gray tee that just says DADDY in all caps. She thought I’d be embarrassed, but jokes on her, I love it and I wear it all the time. I complete the look with black boxer briefs. See? Irresistible.
“Trying to fight fire with fire, I see.” She laughs, rolling onto her side to lay her cheek on her folded hands as I stride closer to the bed.
“Just two attractive people, at their most attractive, appreciating each other’s attractiveness, wouldn’t you say?”
“Something like that. Get over here, Daddy,” she says. “Though, I think you might need to ditch the hat to sleep.”
“That’s why you’re the brains of the operation here,” I say with a sigh, tossing my hat onto the nightstand and ridding myself of my shirt before joining her in bed. I don’t miss the way her gaze coasts over my body before her eyes reach mine, blush coloring her cheeks.
“Pillow talk?” she asks .
“Been waiting all day. Come here, babe.” I open my arms wide and she folds herself into my chest immediately, fitting her cheek against the dip in my collarbone. I pull her tightly against me and her thigh finds its way between mine, our legs interlocking.
Cuddling? Underrated. And over the last year, underappreciated by me. Never again.
I don’t honestly know what the fuck I’m doing with Ellie. This whole game could blow up in my face, or it could make no difference at all. But over the last few weeks, during this time before we shut our eyes—our pillow talk—it feels like we’re making progress, even if we only have a few minutes before we both pass out, it’s helping somehow. And I’m not above trying fucking anything to make this work.
“What do you want to talk about tonight?” she asks, voice soft and content.
“I started last night. Your turn, wifey,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
After a minute or two of silence, I’m sure she’s fallen asleep in my arms, too exhausted to talk. Which is why I’m caught off guard by her abrupt question cutting through the silence.
“What’s your favorite time we’ve had sex?” she asks, the words flying out of her mouth so fast I almost miss them.
“What?” I ask, huffing a laugh. “Where did that come from?”
“I’ve been thinking about my favorite time for the last few days, and I want to know if yours is the same.”
She can’t see, but my eyebrows are sky high, and I try to keep my dick from swelling at the thought of Ellie ruminating over the history of our sex life and fixating on her favorite memory. Now I’m dying to know.
I’ve been trying to keep this cuddling strictly that, cuddling, without any implication that I want more. Yeah, I still ogle my wife and tell her how stunning she is as often as I can. But I meant what I said when I proposed we hold off on sex for a while. We need to give the foundation of our relationship a little TLC before we try fucking on the second story. I’m pretty sure that’s a common figure of speech or something .
“You’ve had more time to think about it. You first,” I say.
“Okay. Third day of our honeymoon.”
I search my mind for the memory, which takes no time at all because… “ Fuck , that…was a good time.” My hand trails along her side, resting on her waist, my fingers dipping to her lower back.
We’d gone to some liquor-tasting event at the resort and done a bit too much tasting. We were both buzzed silly, absolutely no inhibitions. Both a little sunburnt, a little giddy, and very…vocal.
“Remember when our neighbor pounded on the wall and told us to shut up? They left a note under our door cursing us out because it was noon and I guess we were screaming?”
“ You were screaming,” I say.
“Objection, your honor. Hearsay,” she says, slapping my chest lightly, pretending to be outraged by my claim.
“Hearsay? I was there , love, and you…were…screaming,” I say, nuzzling into her neck and kissing her, slipping a bit of tongue to taste her. She arches her back and runs her hands down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my skin, making every nerve ending come alive at her touch. “What did you like about it?” I ask before laying more wet kisses on her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, my fingers tensing and gripping her lower back harder, keeping her body flush with mine.
Ellie’s breathing quickens and she can’t hide how her body’s reacting when I gently bite at her skin and she gasps in surprise, her hips unconsciously undulating in response.
“I liked when you surprised me in the shower,” she says, breathless.
“Go on,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear, my hands drifting up and down her sides, the pads of my thumbs gliding over the sides of her breasts.
“I liked that you wrapped my hair around your fist and pulled me back against you,” she says before swallowing audibly.
“Mmm, then what happened? ”
“You let the water run over my chest while you played with my nipples, tugging and kneading. You whispered everything you were going to do to me in my ear.”
“And did I do them all?”
“Every single one.” She runs her hands down my chest again before lightly scraping her nails back and forth above the waistband of my briefs.
“What happened next?” I ask, my voice low and husky from her teasing.
“You bent me over in the shower and fucked me from behind.”
“Then you got on your knees and sucked me clean.”
Fuck. What are we doing?
I’m so fucking hard right now, and there’s no way she hasn’t noticed, but I can’t seem to stop, and she doesn’t seem to want to either.
“I stopped you before I could come down that pretty throat,” I say, threading my fingers through her hair at the base of her skull and tugging gently at the roots.
“And then I dragged you to bed,” she says. “Our bodies dripping wet, and I pushed you onto the mattress before climbing on top and straddling your waist. But before I could sink down on your hard cock—”
“I pulled your thighs up around my head and made you ride my face. This is where I remember the screaming.”
“Well yeah, kind of hard not to. You were relentless.”
“I was hungry .”
She laughs, before slapping her hands over her mouth as if she remembered our sleeping one-year-old down the hall.
“And you made me come.” Her eyes lock with mine as she whispers in that voice that makes me want to strip her bare.
“God, your thighs were shaking so hard, I thought I’d have to carry you around the rest of the day.”
“Then you flipped me on my back,” she adds, glancing at my lips.
“And I pinned your hands above your head so I could eat my dessert in peace.”
Ellie’s writhing now, her hips circling, restlessly squirming with her center pressed against my upper thigh.
“You licked my tits for like ten minutes afterward. I almost came again from that alone.”
“You would have if you didn’t buck me off before climbing into my lap,” I say.
“I wanted to ride you.”
“And I let you,” I say.
“But not before you pulled my arms behind my back and pinned them there,” she says breathlessly, placing wet kisses of her own on my chest.
“I needed you arched just right so I could finish sucking on those perfect tits.”
“I remember thinking there was no way you could be any deeper. You were so hard and thick, and the friction was unreal. I couldn’t stop from screaming again.”
“Now you admit it. Glad we both remember it that way,” I say with a smirk, and she slaps playfully at my chest. “And when you were done, I flipped you onto your back.”
“Threw my feet over your shoulders,” she pants, her hands dropping dangerously low on my abdomen.
“And fucked into you hard, and deep,” I growl.
“Your fingers digging into my thighs and my ass lifting up off the bed.”
“Your tits bouncing with every stroke,” I add.
Fuck, I can picture it now.
“Before you filled me to the brim with your cum until it spilled over and ran down my ass. We had to ask for new sheets from room service that night,” she says.
“Then we got in the bath, our legs tangled together,” I say in a soft voice. Our rushed cadence breaking in a pause to remember how sweet the afterglow was after that hot, messy sex.
“We talked about the wedding and how much fun it was,” she says, with a dreamy look on her face. “We talked about how we wished we could extend our honeymoon by a month. We talked about how perfect everything felt, our future, and all that we wanted our life to look like.”
By this point, we’re both breathing heavy, in a comfortable quiet. I hold onto Ellie tightly, remembering that moment in time, knowing there’s no memory I could think of to top that one. Sitting with her in my arms and talking through it all, hearing her recall every dirty detail, filling in the gaps between her perspective and mine, feels almost as arousing as the memory itself.
“I know the path was different than we may have envisioned in some parts, but this is exactly what I’ve always wanted my life to look like,” I murmur.
“Promise?” she asks, holding me just as tightly.
“With my entire heart, Ellie. I’m exactly where I want to be.” I don’t see it, but I feel her smile against my chest, setting my skin on fire beneath her touch with electricity, warmth, and love.
“So…which memory is your favorite?” she asks.
“You win, Ellie. There’s no topping that.” I pull back to look at her. “Until you’re ready for me to try again. Now I have a good idea of where the bar is…for now.”
Then I kiss her until her lips are puffy and her hair is a tangled mess. We haven’t made out without it leading to sex since college. It feels nostalgic. It feels like pieces of us are waking up and finding each other again. That flicker of hope in my chest ignites and burns brighter.