Page 65 of Finding the Pieces

“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 saidI love youto 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 womanwayout 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 doingnothing 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.

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