Page 96 of Finding the Pieces

“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,myT-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 throatto 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, andfuck, she’s soaked. I circle her entrance, gathering her arousal and using it to glide two fingers in small circles over her clit.

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