32. Dom
Chapter thirty-two
Dom
“ D o you remember when you used to bribe a librarian for free printing?” Ellie asks, her laugh vibrating against my bare chest as she snuggles closer into my side.
The time we’ve been sharing before bed, seemingly small conversations, has turned into something more. It’s like I’m catching up with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time. One of those best friends where you’re so compatible that it doesn’t matter that it’s been too long, the bond hasn’t weakened, and you find that talking is as easy as it always was. Like our souls are connected, even when at a distance.
The last few nights have been filled with talks about the future, specifically what we imagine the next year or so will look like. It feels like Luca hits a new growth spurt every other week.
It sounds like Ellie wants to spend tonight talking about the past instead.
“I don’t remember it that way,” I tease, giving her side a pinch.
She slaps my hand away. “Oh really? Well, how would you describe it?”
“I’d say that dear Ruth was extorting me for free desserts in my hour of need.”
“Of course, you were the innocent one in all of this,” she teases .
“Exactly. Glad you see things my way. Luckily, I was saved from further harm when this stunning blonde with a perfect ass took on my printing responsibilities. I still had to pay…with coffee dates, dinners, and endless orgasms.”
“Seems like such a hardship.”
“It was, but I wasn’t about to say anything.” I lean to whisper in her ear. “I once saw her nearly tear apart a printer with her bare hands. I wasn’t going to do anything to risk facing her wrath.”
“So, did you stay with this monster?” she asks, pinching my nipple.
“Abso-fucking-lutely. And my life was never boring again.” I feel her smile and giggle against my skin. I trace small circles on her back, my other hand behind my head. We both lie quietly for a few minutes. I’m about to doze off when she speaks.
“How did you know you wanted to stay with her?” she asks, unable to hide the vulnerability in her question.
I wrap both arms around her, trying to pull her closer even though we’re already as close as we can be.
“From the moment I met this force of nature, I never wanted to leave her side. If I did, she would have taken everything good with her. Every reason to smile would have evaporated. Every breath would have been painful. Every beat of my heart would have felt like daggers digging deep into every muscle. Within moments she became my everything. Without her, I would have lost it all.”
She stills before looking up at me, chin resting on my chest, her eyes searching mine for something. I don’t know what she sees, but I know what I see. I see the love of my life finding her way home. I’ll shine a light so bright she can’t miss it, even in this stormy season. I’ll do it for as long as it takes for her to find her way safely back to me.
“I love you,” she says, sincerity blanketing every word.
“I love you too.” I continue rubbing circles on her back. “Do you remember the first time you told me that?” I ask.
As expected, she groans, pulling away from me and burying her face in a pillow. “God, don’t remind me. Please, any memory but that. ”
I laugh and try unsuccessfully to pull her back into my arms. She grips the pillow like a lifeline and keeps her face buried as she whines.
“Come on, Ellie. It was romantic.”
“It was not,” I think she says. Hard to say with her face still smushed into the pillow.
“Yes, it was.”
She lifts her face to glare at me, cheeks pink with embarrassment, hair alive with static from the fabric, framing her face in a halo.
I shrug, feeling brave enough to goad my wife further. “Just because my head was between your legs, doesn’t make it any less romantic.”
She flops back into the pillow, groaning again before coming back up for air. “You swore you would forget about that and use the PG version of the story for the rest of time. We first said I love you to each other at the botanical gardens, remember ?”
“The PG story is for public.” I look around. “No one around, Ellie. The truth is all you’ll get from me while we walk down memory lane tonight.” I clear my throat, using my presentation voice. “One cloudy evening, on a cold November night in Columbus, a lucky man and a woman way out of his league had… relations …” She groans again and hides under the blanket. “Of the oral variety,” I add, reaching down to smack her ass.
“You’re a butthead.”
“A butthead?” I laugh. “Can’t say I’ve been called that since grade school.”
She laughs. “I’m flustered. Give me a minute and I’ll come up with something better than that.”
“Nah, I think I like your thoughts unfiltered. You know how I get those?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She does the same back to me in a question, but before she can answer, I roll onto her, pressing my front to hers and pushing her back onto the mattress. I take both her wrists in one hand and use the other to grip her ass.
I kiss her neck and run my nose along her chin. “You seem to have an easier time telling me how you really feel when you’re distracted.” I nip at her neck before trailing kisses down her chest to her cleavage, her thin tank top doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples from me. “Want me to distract you?” I ask, peeking up at her to find her eyes locked on me, her chest rising and falling quickly. She smiles and nods.
“You sure?” I check in. It’s been a while since we’ve done this, and I want her to enjoy it. We haven’t done anything sexual since the shower a few weeks ago, and I want her to feel in control here.
“Yes. I’m sure,” she says, rolling her hips into me. I release her wrists, slowly working my way down her body until I’m exactly where I want to be. I slowly peel Ellie’s pants down her legs to find she’s not wearing any underwear. Perfect.
Before settling between her thighs, I dig my hands underneath her ass, looking up at her only long enough to say, “Dig your hands into my hair and take what you need. Let me hear you.”
“Dom,” she says, before I sink my tongue into her slit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, her body melting into the bed with the exception of her pelvis, which grinds against my face. Fuck yes.
I slide my tongue up to her clit, giving it all my attention. Ellie reacts quickly, her hands sliding into my hair like I asked, and she tugs me harder against her center. I groan and she gasps. She’s wet and warm and fucking delicious.
I feel her legs shake against my shoulders, and I slide my hands from underneath her ass to her inner thighs, pressing her open wider for me. I find a rhythm, guided by her moans and the involuntary tug of her grip on my hair when I find the right spot.
It’s not enough. I want to feel her everywhere. I want her in control.
I slide my palms back underneath her ass and roll onto my back, pulling her along with me until she’s propped up on her hands and knees, her thighs on either side of my face. She pushes herself up so she’s kneeling over me, her hands gripping the headboard as she stares down at me.
“Dom, what are you doing? I’m too…”
I give her ass a slap, knowing exactly where she’s going with this.
“Not another fucking word, Ellie. I want my wife to ride my face and soak my beard. If you say one negative word about your body, I’m going to show you just how hard I want it. Understood? ”
Her cheeks blaze and her chest heaves as she nods.
I pull her wet pussy toward me, one hand on her ass and the other on her hip. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”
I remind myself that she might not be ready. I take a deep breath to calm the voice in my mind screaming at me to fuck it all away. To tease her, claim her, and fill her until she can’t think about any of the negative shit anymore and all she can think about is how good she feels until she screams out and begs for more.
For a second, I’m scared I went too far. Demanding too much, too soon. But then she smiles at me, adjusts her grip on our bed frame, and slowly lowers her body as she whispers, “Yes.”
I don’t hesitate. I pull her the rest of the way onto my mouth and lap at her, tasting her perfect pussy and groaning like a starved man eating for the first time in weeks. Months .
Her hips slowly grind against me, but I can tell she’s holding back. I pull her down harder until she finally lets go, and I circle her clit with my tongue. She gasps and her movements quicken, becoming uneven before she cries out and rides out her release, soaking me just like I asked.
She curses before kneeling, lifting her weight off me. She smiles down at me, lids heavy with lust and satisfaction.
I slap her ass again. “Thatta girl.”
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“It’s been a while. You okay?”
“More than okay,” she says softly, her expression reassuring me that we didn’t take it too far. Relief floods me and any remaining tension in my body releases instantly.
Goddamn, she’s beautiful.
Her easy smile morphs into something I can’t quite place, until she swings one leg over to shift her body to my side. I expect her to lie down beside me so we can fall asleep, but then her hand confidently wraps around my dick through my briefs, and every thought clears from my mind. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of her firm grip.
“ Fuuuuck , Ellie. What are you doing, baby?”
“I’m not tired. And based off this,” she says, gripping me tighter and pumping me once, then twice. Goddammit, I’m going to come in my underwear. She gives an appreciative hum. “Yeah, based off this , I don’t think you’re tired either.”
She positions herself at my side, kneeling beside me as I lie on the bed. Before I can even process what she’s doing, she pulls my briefs down, freeing my stiff cock, and sucks me into her mouth.
I mumble something between a curse and a groan, and she takes me deeper, hitting the back of her throat. Her hair tumbles around my groin and I reach down with both hands to gather it all and pull it to the back of her head. My eyes about pop out of my head as I watch her bobbing on my dick, my hands gripping her hair tightly as she works me deeper and deeper.
I know it’s been a while since we’ve done this, but it’s still an embarrassingly short amount of time before I’m groaning Ellie’s name and warning her that I’m about to come.
I can feel her smile around my dick and that’s what does it. Little MILF is getting off on getting me off. Fuck.
My vision blurs, my hips stutter, and I still, filling her mouth before she eagerly swallows me down. “Fucking Christ. Shit. You’re perfect. That was perfect. Ten outta ten. Holy fuck.”
Ellie tries to sit up, but my hands are still gripping her hair and I sit up with her, using my hold to pull her mouth to meet mine halfway in a kiss so needy it’s like nothing just happened between us. But something did happen. Another small step in mending another piece of what I was so terrified was broken between us.
We talk for a while longer, reminiscing about all the firsts we’ve shared, especially in that first year together. I wake the next morning with Ellie’s body tangled in mine, and I can’t think of anything sweeter.