Page 241 of Say My Name

“It was.”

She releases me and pulls the T-shirt over her head. Nothing underneath. The fabric clears her head and her breasts fill my hands. She leans into my touch.

Her body changed with the pregnancy. I feel the faint marks low on her stomach when my hand rests there, know the new sensitivity of her breasts under my touch. I know where to be careful because she told me, and I listened.

I bend and drag my mouth over the upper curve of one breast.

Elena's fingers move into my hair. “Dominic.”

I suck carefully, then take her nipple between my lips.

Her grip tightens.

Her grip tightens in my hair, her knuckles pressing against my scalp. “Too much?”

“No.” Her answer comes fast. “Do it again.”

I do.

She exhales my name and arches toward me. I roll her other nipple lightly between my fingers while my mouth stays on her breast.

“I need more,” she says.

I lift my head. “Where?”

“You know where.”

“I do.” I slide one hand down her stomach and into her pants. “I want you to say it.” Not as part of a contract, not for a practical reason. I need to hear her ask just for herself.

She holds my eyes as my fingers move beneath her underwear.

“Touch my pussy.”

I find her wet.

“Like this?”

My middle finger slips through her folds and circles her clit.

“Yes.”

Elena's knees soften. I brace her against me and keep the pressure firm and slow.

She rocks into my fingers. “Harder.”

I increase the pressure. “That?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Her forehead drops against my shoulder. Each shift of her hips tells me where she wants my hand.

Then she closes her fingers around my cock again.

I pull my hand out of her pants.

Her head comes up, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I want you naked on the bed.”