Page 97 of Finding the Pieces

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?”

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