Maybe, just maybe… it’s okay to let myself have this.
To surrender to the passion, to the pleasure, to the fire that still burns between us.
Even if it’s only for a moment, even if it’s only a fleeting glimpse of the love we once shared.
It’s better than nothing.
And right now, in this moment… it’s all I have to hold on to.
12
DOMINICO
As Sofia and I lose ourselves in each other, our kisses growing more passionate and our hands roaming with increasing urgency, I can’t help but marvel at how natural this feels. How right, how perfect, how meant to be.
It’s like no time has passed at all, like we’re still those same love-drunk teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The way her body molds to mine, the way she responds to my every touch… it’s as if we were made for this, made for each other.
I trail my lips down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the scent of her hair. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her as I find that sensitive spot just behind her ear.
God, I’ve missed this. Missedher. The familiarity of her curves, the way she fits so perfectly in my arms. It’s like coming home after a long, lonely journey, like finding a piece of myself that I didn’t even know was missing.
But as much as Sofia feels like the girl I’ve always known, the woman I’ve always loved… there’s something different about her too, something that goes beyond the physical changes, the way her body has ripened and matured in the years we’ve been apart.
It’s in the way she carries herself, the confidence and poise that radiate from her. It’s in the depth of her eyes, the wisdom and strength that shines through even in moments of vulnerability and anger.
She's grown, my Sofia, evolved into a woman who takes my breath away, who makes my heart race and my blood sing in my veins.
As I lay her down on the blanket, as I cover her body with my own and lose myself in the heat and the hunger of our kiss… I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, our marriage isn’t the end of the world, after all.
Maybe it’s a beginning, a chance to start over and build something new and beautiful, something that’s based on trust and mutual respect.
Because this right here, this connection, this intimacy, this overwhelming sense of rightness, it’s worth fighting for.
Worth sacrificing for, worth enduring all the pain and the heartache and the challenges that lie ahead.
Sofia melts into my embrace, her fingers deftly working the buttons of my shirt. I growl low in my throat, my hands roaming her curves as the last vestiges of my control slip away.
I pull away from her and kiss down her body, pushing her dress up to reveal her lacy pink thong.
Fuckme.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and move closer between her legs with each kiss.
Sofia moans and rubs two fingers on her panties, and I pull her hand away. There’s a tiny wet spot from where she had just touched, and I breathe heavily on it and extend my tongue out, only barely touching the lacy fabric.
I grab hold of one of her breasts and pull down her bra. With one finger, I gently circle her nipple.
I kiss and lick the wet spot of her panties until it's doubled in size, then rub my bottom lip over the waistband of her underwear. Biting on the waistband’s edge, I slide her panties down only far enough to reveal her pussy, and I set my mouth down on top of it.
Fast as I can, I lick her up and down with the tip of my tongue. I play with both of her breasts, and she presses my head even closer on top of her. Using my entire tongue, I rub her clit in swift circles.
“Yes, Dominico,” Sofia moans. “Yes, rightthere.”
Her knees buckle, and she’s on the edge of an orgasm. But instead of allowing her to finish, I pull away, set myself upright over her, and unzip my pants.
Sofia pulls her panties down and kicks them off. I scoop them up and tuck them into the back pocket of my pants, grinning wickedly at Sofia’s raised eyebrow.
My pulsing cock throbs beneath my black boxer briefs as Sofia reaches her hands out to remove my underwear.
