Elena #2
His gaze moves over me, slow and unapologetic.
Usually, that look is enough to make me wet. Tonight, the heat comes with a new uneasiness.
He comes closer but leaves a few inches between us. “What are you thinking?”
“That my body already feels different.”
His eyes meet mine in the reflection. “Does anything hurt?”
“My breasts are tender.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
He says nothing, and I hear myself admit what I almost kept to myself.
“I know you want the baby.”
“I want you both.”
“What if this changes how you see me?”
His brow pulls together. “It already has.”
My stomach drops before he can explain what he means.
Then he steps close enough that his chest presses against my back and his erection rests against the curve of my ass.
“I’ve wanted you since before this child existed,” he says, lowering his mouth to my ear. “Now I know you’re carrying the life we made, and I spend half my day trying to keep my hands off you.”
My breath catches.
He cups my stomach, spreading his palm over the place where nothing shows yet. His thumb moves over my skin.
“I love every piece of evidence,” he continues. “Your softer stomach. Your fuller breasts. The vitamins beside my coffee. Your books on my nightstand. I love knowing your body is changing because we made something together.”
His other hand settles on my hip.
“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll take care of you. If you’re tired, I’ll hold you. When you want me, Elena, I’m going to make damn sure you never mistake my restraint for a lack of desire.”
His promises are specific, bounded. He doesn’t dismiss my fear; he offers a plan to disarm it. The last line isn’t a promise at all. It’s a challenge.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Show me.”
The words stop him.
“What?”
“You said you want every change.” I place my hand over his on my stomach. “Show me how you see me.”
His jaw tightens.
“Stay right there.”
He unties the towel and lets it fall.
The thick length of his cock presses against me, hot and hard. My body responds instantly, heat gathering between my thighs.
Dominic slides both hands to my waist. “Look at yourself.”
“I am.”
“No. You’re watching me.” His mouth brushes the shell of my ear. “Look at the woman I see.”
My gaze moves reluctantly to my own reflection, half-afraid I’ll see only the flaws, the changes, the body I no longer recognize.
His hands follow it. One palm spreads low over my stomach while the other cradles my breast with enough care to test the tenderness before adding pressure.
I arch into him.
“Too much?”
“No.”
His thumb circles my nipple. “Tell me if that changes.”
The sensitive peak tightens beneath his touch. He watches my face as he rolls it between his fingers, then moves to the other breast with the same patient attention.
“Look at you,” he says. “You have no idea how beautiful you are carrying our baby.”
I want to believe him so badly that the uncertainty turns hot.
“My stomach doesn’t look pregnant yet.”
“I know what’s there.” He kisses my shoulder. “I know what your body is doing every second I look at you.”
His hand glides from my stomach to the crease of my thigh.
“Open for me.”
I spread my legs.
“Wider.”
I obey, watching us in the mirror as his fingers move between my thighs.
The first stroke through my wetness makes my knees weaken. Dominic’s free arm closes around my waist, holding me against him while two fingers circle my clit.
“Already soaked.”
“You’ve been standing behind me naked.”
“And you asked me to show you.” His lips move along my neck. “I love when you ask for what you want.”
I tilt my head, giving him more room as a shiver works its way down my spine. “I’m learning.”
“You’re doing more than learning.” He slides one finger inside me, and my breath leaves in a broken sound. “You’re taking what you want.”
His eyes stay on mine in the mirror as he adds a second finger. My body opens easily, wet enough that every slow thrust makes a filthy sound in the quiet room.
“Dominic.”
“That’s it. Watch me touch you.”
I force myself to keep looking.
Watching myself respond makes me feel unexpectedly exposed. My lips part. My breasts lift with every uneven breath. Dominic’s hand moves between my open thighs while his other palm rests over the place our child is growing.
I still look like myself—capable, wanted, and unashamed of wanting him back.
His touch adds to who I am; it doesn’t take anything away.
He curls his fingers, finding the place that makes my hips push into his hand.
My own need surprises me with its clarity. I don’t hesitate. “Again,” I tell him.
His mouth curves in the mirror. He repeats the motion.
“Like that?”
“Yes.” I brace one hand against his thigh behind me. “Harder.”
Dominic gives me exactly what I ask for. His thumb presses my clit while his fingers work deeper, and pleasure coils so quickly that my thighs begin to shake.
“You never have to earn this,” he says against my ear. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you if I can.”
My eyes sting.
“I’m close.”
His hand stops.
The denial tears a frustrated sound from me. “Dominic.”
“Tell me what you want next.”
He slowly withdraws his fingers. I watch him lift them to his mouth and lick my arousal from his skin.
The sight makes my pussy clench around nothing.
I turn in his arms.
“I want your mouth on me,” I say. “I want to come against your tongue. Then I want to ride you until you lose that control you’re so proud of.”
His hand tightens around my waist.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.” I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke once. “When I’m finished, I want you to fuck me while I watch you in that mirror.”
For several seconds, Dominic only stares at me.
Then he kisses me hard enough to walk me backward.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says against my mouth.
He lowers me onto the bed and kisses his way down my body. His mouth lingers over both breasts, his tongue circling each nipple until I have to push at his shoulder.
“You’re stalling.”
“I’m worshipping.”
“You can worship lower.”
A rough laugh leaves him. “Greedy.”
“For you.”
He goes still. The admission hangs between us, bare and true, and the reckless honesty of it makes my heart pound.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
I do.
Dominic settles between them and runs his hands up my inner thighs. His eyes move over my pussy with the same open hunger he gave my reflection.
“Tell me again.”
“Put your mouth on me.”
“I love hearing you take what you want.” He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
His tongue slides through me, and my hips lift from the mattress.
Dominic wraps one arm around my thigh, holding me open as he licks me with slow, deliberate strokes. The near-orgasm he denied me returns almost immediately.
“God.”
He groans against me, the vibration making my legs tremble.
His mouth becomes relentless. Every sweep of his tongue sends pleasure winding tighter through my body. When he pushes two fingers inside me again, I clutch the bedding.
“Let me see you,” he commands.
I lift my head.
Dominic’s eyes hold mine from between my thighs as his fingers curl into the spot that makes my entire body clench.
“That’s it,” he says. “Let me see you take what you asked for.”
I reach down and hold his head where I need him. “Don’t stop.”
The command earns a low sound of approval.
He sucks my clit and works his fingers faster. Pleasure tears through me, hard enough to steal my breath and turn his name into a broken cry.
Dominic keeps his mouth on me until I pull him up by his hair.
“My turn.”
He rises over me, his mouth wet and his expression possessive. “Still worried I don’t want you?”
I wrap my hand around his cock. “I could use more evidence.”
“Then take it.”
I push against his shoulder until he rolls onto his back. Dominic lets me move him, his gaze fixed on my body as I straddle his hips.
“You’re mine because you chose me,” he says.
He says it without making me feel owned. I tighten my hand around his cock and answer with a claim of my own.
I stroke his cock and position him at my entrance. The words are a mirror of his own, but I feel my own power in them as I speak. “And you’re mine because you chose me.”
“Every fucking day.”
I sink onto him.
My body stretches around his thickness, still sensitive from his mouth. Dominic’s hands close around my hips, steadying me as I take him all the way.
His head presses into the pillow. “Fuck, Elena.”
“Look at me.”
His eyes open.
I rise and lower myself again, watching the control leave his face.
“That’s it,” he says. “Use me.”
I set the pace, using each slow roll of my hips to take what I asked for. Dominic’s stomach tightens beneath my palms. His grip grows harder, but he lets me lead.
“You take me so fucking well.”
I move faster.
“I love watching you like this.” His voice roughens. “Confident. Insistent. Taking every inch because you know it belongs to you.”
Heat rushes through me at the last word.
“All of you?” I ask.
“Every goddamn piece.”
He thrusts up, meeting me hard enough to make my breath break.
I look over my shoulder. Our reflection fills the mirror across the room. Dominic lies beneath me, his hands spread over my hips while I ride him. My body moves with his, open and shameless.
He follows my gaze.
“You wanted to watch.”
“Yes.”
Dominic sits up and catches my mouth in a hungry kiss. His arms lock around me, and he turns us before I understand what he intends.
He eases out of me and guides me onto my hands and knees near the foot of the bed, facing the mirror.
“Still want this?” he asks.
I meet his eyes in the reflection. “I asked for it.”
“Ask again.”
I spread my knees wider, the fear I’d felt earlier replaced by a sharp, possessive need. “Fuck me, Dominic. I want to watch you lose control.”
His hand moves over my spine and settles on my hip. The other slides around my waist until his palm covers my stomach.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice thick with devotion. “Brilliant, brave, carrying our baby, and still asking me to fuck you harder.”
The head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Please.”
“Then take every fucking inch.”
He pushes inside me in one deep stroke.