28. Dom
Chapter twenty-eight
Dom
“ S top,” I say. My dick would punch me right now if that were possible. He was enjoying the lovely show my wife was putting on two seconds ago.
“I want you to listen to me and do as I say,” I murmur with a smile. “And I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do in return.”
If you’d asked me thirty minutes ago if I would prompt my wife to talk me through masturbating while I did the same for her, I’d say you’re delusional.
I meant it when I said no sex. The end game of all of this is too important to rush. I need this to work and that can’t happen if we do this before she’s ready. But like Ellie said, this isn’t sex.
I’m not perfect, but my wife’s tits are, and they’re the ones in charge of my brain right now.
She lifts her chin, clearly intrigued by my challenge.
“Do you want that, Ellie? Do you want to fall apart under your own hands while you control every move I make?”
Her chest is rising and falling quicker now, in rhythm with my own. I take a step closer to her, careful not to touch her anywhere, but not giving her any more space than that .
“Yes, I want that.”
“Then drop your hands to your sides,” I demand. She gives me a look of frustration, clearly hoping I’d let her pick up right where she left off when I told her to stop, one hand teasing her nipple and the other pushing on her clit.
“You’ll go at my pace now, and I’m in no hurry,” I say, caught up in the moment before I remember that Luca is napping and the monitor is on the bathroom counter.
Fuck . Maybe I need to hurry a little with an unpredictable sleeper. I wave the thought from my mind. We’ll figure it out if he wakes up.
“Back up against the wall.” She gasps when her skin hits the cold tile, eyes locked on mine, the look equal parts heat and trust. “Close your eyes.” Her breathing continues to quicken, and her nipples are rock hard. “Arms up, Ellie. Hold onto the showerhead.”
Okay, admittedly, that one’s for me. But fuck, I want to see her back arch and her tits pushed toward me. It’s as perfect a sight as I dreamed.
“I want you to listen first, and I’ll tell you when to start. I want you to move slowly, and I want you to keep the pressure on your skin light. Understand?”
She nods.
“Say it, baby.”
“I understand.”
“Start by touching your thighs. I want you to run your fingers over your hips, to your waist, along your breasts, to your collarbone, and around your neck. Do not touch your pussy. Do not touch your nipples.”
Her lips quirk in a crooked sort of smile.
“Do it now, Ellie.”
She tentatively places her fingertips on her thighs. Slowly dragging them to her hips, where she perfectly traces the faded stretch marks that glow along her skin.
“Slower,” I demand, not wanting this to end too soon…or ever, really.
I watch, enraptured as she drags her hands over her body, the touch looking so light it must be driving her as crazy as it’s driving me. The animal in me wants to replace her hands with mine, and I don’t want to be gentle. Her hands reach her collarbone and neck, and she drops her mouth open with a gasp.
“Now do it again but press down harder this time. I want you to think of me. I want you to imagine it’s my fingers tracing up your perfect skin. I want you to envision my hungry touch all over your body, drawing this out and making you wait.”
Her grip is desperate, and her brow furrows in frustration, eyes still shut, when I tell her to stop when her touch gets too close to her nipples and clit. Not yet.
“Do you trust me, Ellie?” I ask.
“Yes,” she confirms immediately.
“Can I try something?”
She swallows. “Please.”
My dick is rock hard. Fuck me . I’m going to come just from watching and hearing her beg. She’s not going to have a chance to reciprocate if I come right now, and I really fucking want to see what she does to me, given the chance.
“Start what you were doing before but using the softest pressure you can. One hand on your clit, one teasing your nipples. Alternate breasts, and when I tell you, increase the pressure,” I demand.
Her moan sends a shot of arousal to my groin as she dives her hand between her thighs and starts rubbing small, light circles.
“Fuck, baby. You gotta start telling me what to do now, or you’re not going to get the chance.”
Her eyes open and lock on my dick with a devilish grin.
Yeah, I’m not going to last.
“Tug on your balls,” she says without hesitation, like she’s been imagining what she wants this whole time.
I immediately do, the sensation making me practically whimper.
Fucking fuck, I gotta get it together.
“Harder now, Ellie. Just a little,” I say, needing her to build with me because I don’t know how long I’ll last and I want her to come with me .
“Grip your dick at the base, but don’t move your hand,” she says, breathless as she tugs first on one nipple before moving to the other and squeezing her tit hard in her palm. Her eyes are locked on my dick, and it twitches under her lustful stare.
I follow her instructions, all too eager to give her everything she’s asking for. My shaft pulses under my grip. Holy shit. I squeeze harder.
She notices and grins. “Naughty boy, Dom.”
Fuuuuuck, she’s perfect.
“Collar your throat with one hand,” I demand. She does, lifting her gaze, eyes hazy. “Faster, harder circles on your clit, baby. Do it for me now.”
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her head dropping back against the tiled wall, but her eyes stay locked on mine.
“Step closer,” she says. “I want you to make a mess of me.”
My balls tighten, drawing closer to my body. I don’t want this to end, but Ellie isn’t playing fair.
I step closer, only inches between us now. If I let go of my dick, it’d hit her stomach.
“Stroke your cock. Slowly,” she says before she whimpers, her body giving a small jolt as her fingers fly in hard, small circles between her legs, her other hand gripping her own neck.
We stay like that, touching ourselves, inches separating our lust-driven bodies, hot breaths skimming over each other’s skin as we work ourselves into a frenzy.
“Faster,” she pants.
“Harder,” I growl at the same time.
Her mouth drops open on a moan, and I watch as she starts to shake, the first wave of her orgasm sweeping over her. I drop my palm against the tile beside her head, watching with awe as I pump furiously at my dick. I’m close, but I need this more.
I keep stroking my cock with one hand but use the other to grab the handheld showerhead.
“Still trust me?” I ask with a gasp, wanting her to be sure .
“Yes,” she screams, her body convulsing with pleasure.
I turn on the attachment and place the stream of water on her clit.
Her eyes shoot open in shock, and a satisfied grin overtakes my face.
“Fuck, oh my god. Fuck, Dom, oh my…” Ellie’s moans don’t stop. Her hand that was circling her clit grips my bicep tightly as I keep the water pressure exactly where she needs it. Her hips are thrusting and circling wildly, riding out her pleasure, and it’s fucking beautiful to watch. In seconds, I’m coming too. I paint her stomach with my cum and watch her close her eyes and smile, same as I do.
We’re both panting, breathless and blissed out. I lean my forearms against the tile on either side of her head, breathing into her neck, our bodies separated until she places her hands on my lower back and leans her head against my collarbone. Unable to live with the distance a moment longer, I put the showerhead back on its hook and pull her body flush with mine. It takes a few minutes before we both come down from the high.
She looks content, and I relax against her.
We both needed that. I know sex isn’t everything, but our relationship thrives when both of our intimacy needs are met, and physical needs are a part of that. I know we’re getting closer. This is just one step on our way back to each other, and fuck, it sure felt good.