Page 66 of Reclaimed Dreams

She kissed him again, and he returned it, heart full of the promise of the future and the love that flowed between them like wine. He’d meant what he said. He’d never stop working to earn her love, and maybe someday, if he was very lucky, she’d have everything she deserved in this life and more. He couldn’t wait to get started.

1 year ago

Then Dom covered Jo’s lips with his own, and they stopped talking altogether. This reunion of their hearts and bodies was just as important as the one taking place between their minds. Jo lost herself in the simple pleasure of kissing her husband. After so many months apart, she felt home again.

Her blood heated beneath her skin and prickling nerves came shivering back to life as his hands roamed down her arms and around her back. His taste mingled with the wine and went straight to her head. She poured all of her longing into the kiss, feeling so much relief that this wall was being broken down between them.

His hands dipped lower to grip her hips and cup her ass, and she groaned, both from pleasure and frustration. She leaned back and broke the kiss. Dom’s face fell, and she held up one finger before stripping off her blouse. Then she climbed back onto his lap, this time facing him, knees astride, so she could get as close as she wanted.

Dom said everything he needed to without words. His eyes spoke of his gratitude as they traced every dip and curve she’d revealed. His hands whispered reverent words of love as he ran them over every stretch mark and wrinkle and bump and line, blissfully remaking his acquaintance with her body. His insistent erection, pressing between her legs, shouted that even after all they’d been through, he still wanted her, badly.

Today it was enough. When he snapped the clasps undone and her bra fell forward, Jo shrugged it off and leaned into his mouth. Dom kissed and licked and sucked her deeply, just the way she liked. She clutched his head to her breast and rocked against him. With a growl she felt to her soul, Dom rolled her onto the blanket and made quick work of her jeans and boots. Just as eager, she tried to help him get his shirts off, but only succeeded in pinning his arms.

Laughter bubbled up in her throat and escaped before she could catch it. She hadn’t expected this joy, and that melancholy thought caught in her chest. Tears threatened on the edge of her laughter, and Dom sat back on his haunches, giving her space.

She propped herself up on her elbows, and he slowly untangled himself from his button-down blue cotton shirt. He left his undershirt on though and paused. “Are you okay? Do you want to keep going or…”

“Or what?”

“Or we could go back to making out like teenagers… Or we could stop.”

“You would stop right now?”

“Jo, I’ll do whatever you need me to right now. I love you.”

“And if I said I needed you to put your face between my thighs…”

“I’d say I’ll buy you a new pair of underwear because these are about to get ripped off. But only if you’re sure. Why the tears?”

Jo hadn’t realized that they’d fallen down her cheeks, and she swiped them away. “Just sad for all the time we lost.”

“Then let’s make up for it.”

“Let’s.” She didn’t let him tear her underwear, because a good pair was hard to find, but she shimmied out of them with an alacrity that left no doubt of her willingness.

When he settled between her legs, his groan of satisfaction as he licked her and slid two fingers inside her, pumping and pulling in all the right places, reverberated through her entire body, setting off an orgasm that was sitting way too close to the surface.

“Again,” she gasped.

And her wonderful husband complied, edging her closer and closer now that the low-hanging fruit was out of the way. Every muscle tightened in anticipation as he relentlessly drove her higher. She’d ache tomorrow and smile at the memory.

“You. I need you, Dom.”

He shoved his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, too eager to bother getting them all the way off. The rough denim brushed her ass as he slid home, slow and deep, hooking her legs with his arms and holding her wide-open to him. Pinned down by his weight, his cock filling her deeply, Jo moaned with pleasure and closed her eyes.

“No, Jo, look at me. I need you.”

She opened her eyes and saw the man she loved and missed staring down at her. He held her gaze, making her see him and acknowledge who was giving her this pleasure. She opened her heart and gave it right back to him, rocking her hips, clenching deep, trying to hold him as tightly as he held her.

Together they raced for that second peak, breath mingling, frantically chasing this love between them. When his breathing changed, Jo reached down and rubbed her clit hard, sending herself over the edge, and Dom followed right behind. She caught him as he collapsed against her chest, and relished his body pressed to hers.

Something elemental had clicked back into place between them. She knew they still had a lot of work to do together to forge a stronger union, but today had been a vital step back toward each other.

Dom rolled them to their sides and chuckled, still winded from their exertions. “Wasn’t expecting that. I’m out of shape.”

Jo reached down and squeezed his ass, pulling him tight to her. “I like your shape just fine, but if you’re suggesting we get back in practice, I’m not arguing.”

Dom took her hand in his and squeezed it three times before kissing her with a seriousness that jarred against the light post-coital banter.

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