51. Dom
Chapter fifty-one
Dom
“ R eady for pillow talk?” Ellie asks, standing next to my side of the bed. I’m sitting against the headboard, reading on my phone, one leg stretched out and the other bent.
Tonight was the most perfect date I’ve ever been on. Well, since the first time we went on it, I guess.
“Of course. Get over here, gorgeous.” She sits between my legs, leaning her back against my chest, I instinctively wrap my arms around her. “Tonight was perfect. I can’t think of a better way to end it than like this,” I say, nuzzling into the space between her neck and shoulder, her perfume lingering from our night together.
I run my nose up her neck, pulling her hair to the side and placing a kiss on her soft skin.
“I had fun, but I can think of a better way to end it,” she says, almost shy.
Her palms press into my inner thighs, fingernails digging into my skin, demanding all my attention.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, my voice low. “What’s that?” I grip her jaw, gently turning her to face me over her shoulder. “What do you want, Ellie? ”
“I lied to you,” she says, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry for everything I said before I left with the girls. I told you I didn’t want to feel anything. I was just scared because everything felt too big to handle, except this. Except you. I just want to feel you.” She reaches back, pulling my neck down until my lips brush hers, an almost kiss.
I’ve been waiting to feel Ellie for so long. We’ve teased and tortured each other for months, trying to rebuild everything else in our relationship before giving ourselves back this part of our relationship. But maybe I was wrong to think we could put our physical connection on the back burner and repair everything else that wasn’t working between us. Maybe they all work in tandem, and we need this piece too.
With one last look at her eyes, full of trust, love, and longing, I give her exactly what she’s asking for. I kiss her like a silent plea, a desperate call for her to be here with me, to find me again and stay.
If she wants to feel me, then I’ll make it so I’m all she can taste, all she can breathe.
The kiss feels familiar, but new all at once. A reawakening.
She threads her fingers in my hair, grazing my scalp with her nails, and drops her knees to the side, resting them against my own, one bent in the air and the other pinning mine against the mattress, causing herself to open for me.
With greedy hands, I grip her knee and throat. Goddamn, I love the feel of her soft lips working over mine, tongues dancing in an increasing rhythm. She bites my bottom lip and moans.
I’m fucking gone.
Her hips start to move as my hand works its way from her knee to her center, but I don’t touch her yet. Instead, I feel my way to the hem of her T-shirt, my T-shirt, to find nothing underneath.
I chuckle. “Ellie, did you plan on seducing your husband tonight?”
Her lips pull into a smile against my mouth. “I was feeling lucky.”
I hum. “Let me show you just how lucky you’re going to get, wife.” Her nipples pebble beneath the soft cotton as I start to knead her breast. I continue to play with her tits but ignore her nipples as I slide my grip from her throat to weave my fingers through her hair, pulling the strands taut, her eyes meeting mine.
“Are you ready for this, Ellie?”
“Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I move quickly, bending both of my legs and draping her legs over my knees. Her ankles fall to the side and she’s spread open for me in my lap. Fucking perfect.
I sit up, forcing her to as well, and I tear the T-shirt off her body to feel her warm skin against my bare chest.
“Goddamn, baby.” I groan, running my hands all over her body, not wanting to miss an inch of her. “I want to take from you, Ellie. Will you give me what I want?”
“I’m yours. Please. Dom, I need you.”
I steal her lips in a needy kiss, sucking, tasting, biting. She meets me with enthusiasm, and I’m rock hard against her lower back.
She’s grinding now, working her hips in circles, seeking friction I’m dying to give her.
Our kiss goes on and on, like we’ve both been starved and we’ve finally found our survival in each other. I palm her large, supple tits and finally give both nipples a hard pinch. She cries into my mouth. Her hands slap against my outer thighs before her nails dig into my skin where she grips me harder.
Her head falls onto my shoulder, pulling away from my lips while I tease and taunt and play to my heart’s content.
“More, Dom. Don’t make me wait,” she pants.
“No, Ellie, I’m going to make you wait as long as I’d like. I want you to feel it…feel as desperate for me as I am for you so you finally understand.” I grip her chin and force her gaze to meet mine. “There is no length of time away from you that would ever lessen my want for you—ever make me need you less. You’re the breath in my lungs, you’re the blood in my veins, you’re the voice in my head, and the only thing I want is for you to let me take care of you tonight. ”
I sink one hand to her center, and fuck , she’s soaked. I circle her entrance, gathering her arousal and using it to glide two fingers in small circles over her clit.
She moans and her hips stutter in their movements.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispers.
I circle over her clit, alternating between soft and firm pressure, still teasing and kneading one nipple with my other hand.
“I’ve got you. Let go,” I say, thrusting two fingers into her, letting my palm rock over her clit in place of my fingers. She gasps and I bite into her shoulder.
Ellie cries out, arching her back and driving her ass into the length of my hard dick.
“Dom, don’t stop,” she pleads.
“I’m not stopping. I want you all fucking night. I want you for fucking ever, you got that?”
Her muscles tighten and her back straightens and I feel her rocking desperately against my hand as I seek out that spot inside her.
“Eyes open, Ellie.”
She listens and lets out a surprised gasp.
We haven’t had sex in months and even then, sex after birth was usually her or me on top, facing one another. We haven’t had sex like this since we bought a new dresser with a mirror resting above the drawers…directly across the room from our bed. It’s like a front-row seat to our own movie, her dewy skin on mine, legs draped open, baring herself completely to me. To us.
I watch her face as she takes in the sight of her body in the mirror, writhing over mine, tits bouncing as I press into her harder and faster in an unrelenting, building rhythm. She tries to close her eyes, but I grip her chin, keeping her head facing forward.
“I said open. What do you see, baby?”
“I see your…your fingers inside me,” she gasps.
“Do you like seeing my fingers soaked because of how much you want this?”
“Yes.”
“What else do you see? ”
“My body,” she says. I drop my hand to collar her throat and feel her gulp before she pants as she works herself over my hand.
I hum, running my lips over her ear.
“I see it, too, and I love it. Fucking beautiful. I dream of this body, Ellie. These tits,” I say with reverence, gripping one firmly before tugging roughly at her nipple, then move down her stomach. “This body that grew and transformed. Fuck , do you feel how hard you’re making me?”
She drops her head back again with a whimper when I press another finger into her, her drenched pussy easing the movement.
“Now stop holding back, and fucking give me what I need,” I demand.
Her back arches and she drops one hand to the back of my neck, scratching my skin and pulling so hard I let my head fall forward, biting her shoulder again.
Her other hand digs into my thigh and she moans louder this time, riding out her orgasm while my fingers fuck her relentlessly, keeping the pace that pushed her over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she calls.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking beautiful,” I say, lifting my head to take in the filthy view we’re creating in the mirror as she moves.
Her body goes limp, cradled between my legs and against my chest. I catch a small smile before she says, still catching her breath, “There’s a situation back there that feels like it needs attention.”
“Sounds serious. Might be a two-person job,” I say with a smirk.
“God, I hope so,” Ellie says with an easy laugh.
“Care to help your husband out with that?”
She smiles at me over her shoulder before turning to the mirror. I follow her gaze, meeting her stare in the glass. She shifts and I follow her lead. She straddles my thighs and I straighten my legs. She rocks her ass back into my cock and my vision tunnels at the feel of her ass cheeks nearly swallowing my dick.
“Fuck, El,” I choke out, gripping her hips tightly.
She isn’t deterred in the slightest. She rocks hard, grinding up and down, teasing and torturing me, my cock wedged between her ass cheeks, separated only by a layer of cotton .
“Off,” she says, tugging at my boxer briefs.
“Yes. Yes, ma’am,” I rush out, earning a laugh from her as I awkwardly shimmy them down my legs.
“Jesus Christ, Dom.”
“Hey, you said off. You got it.” I finally kick them off my feet and pull her hips back in a silent plea for her to continue. She does, and when she leans forward slightly, she gets more room to work her hips in my lap, drenching me with her wet release and smearing my precum all over herself.
Fuck, do not come before you even get inside your wife. Goddammit, don’t fuckin’ do it.
“Fuck, Ellie, I need you,” I beg, before it’s too late.
She sits up on her knees, turning her head toward me. With her eyes on mine, she waits.
I wanted to heal our relationship, before we came back to this part of it. We may still be a work in progress, but I know we need this too. We need each other in every way.
I lock eyes with her, gripping the base of my dick and lining it up with her center. She doesn’t wait another second before she starts sinking onto my cock, sliding my dick into her hot, wet pussy. Her jaw drops and we moan together at the relief.
Fuck, I missed this. I missed her .
I groan, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. I lean my forehead against her shoulder as she slowly works herself up and down, up and down, slowly fucking me out of my mind until she’s seated all the way. My cock is drenched in her soaked pussy and my balls are already starting to tighten. I splay my hands on her body, one over her heart and the other crossing over her stomach.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“And I love you,” she says, tears in her eyes.
We move together, me holding her close and thrusting into her from below, finding a rhythm. When I look in the mirror again, I nearly come from the sight alone. Rising and sinking onto my cock, riding me at a relentless pace, my cock glistening. Her tits sway and bounce with every movement. I never thought I’d be so goddamn grateful for new fucking furniture. A weird thing to be thankful for when I’m balls deep in my wife but holy shit, what a view .
“Ride me, Ellie.”
Her pace doesn’t increase, but she drops harder and lower on my dick with every undulation of her hips. I dig my fingers into her perfectly soft skin before moving one hand back to her clit.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes find mine in the mirror.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Fuck me, Ellie. Fuck yourself on my cock and take what you need. Take it all.”
She breaks apart, taking me over the edge with her. She moans my name, and her body stutters and convulses while I grip her tightly. My release hits me fast and hard. My balls draw up and I’m spilling into her with a groan. The position gives me a vantage point I never knew I needed. I watch my cum running down my dick and from her pussy as she pulses over my cock, her head thrown back as she rides out the waves of pleasure.
When she slumps against me, I lean back along our headboard, our breathing hard and fast as we come down from the high.
“We still got it, huh?” she asks.
I laugh. “Baby, we never lost it. Just a brief intermission. It’s always been perfect with you,” I say, kissing her swollen lips.
Her eyes glisten as she trails her fingers over my jaw, pulling my lips to hers again, stealing another kiss.
“I love you, Dominic.
“I love you forever, Ellie.”
“Is this why you voted for this dresser?” she says with a heavy dose of suspicion in her voice.
“Nope. But fuck, what a happy accident.” We laugh and I cradle her in my arms while we get to have our first real pillow talk in months.