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“So what? Some days I feel the same. It’s not that big a deal. So it takes more effort to do the same things we used to do. We’re healthy and blessed not to worry about money. We have a wonderful family and a long life ahead of us to enjoy all of it.”
He gives me a sad smile and places a chaste kiss on the top of my head. “I just keep thinking about how if I wasn’t such an idiot, we could have had more time together. Maybe we’d have a bigger family, more kids than we do because we got together when we were younger.” I open my mouth to respond, but he puts up his hand and keeps talking. “I know it’s different for you because of Ryder. You wouldn’t do things differently because then you wouldn’t have him and I get it. But maybe if I’d been upfront with you when you first split with Ryder’s dad, we could’ve been married years before we were.” He shrugs. “I just feel like I fucked up and missed out because of it, and for some reason, being in my forties now really crystallizes how much time I wasted.”
He’s referring to all the back and forth we did for so many years before we were both willing to admit we couldn’t live without one another.
“Sure, but maybe if you had been upfront after I first split, things wouldn’t have worked out how they did. Who knows? The point is that there’s no point in worrying about what could have been. We can’t change it. Just enjoy what we have.”
“I know. Maybe it’s just a midlife crisis or some shit.” He pulls me into him and chuckles. The water sluices down between us.
“As long as you only buy a sports car and don’t get a mistress or something, it’s fine.” I repeat the same joke I used with the girls earlier today.
“There’s only ever been one woman for me.” He pulls back a bit and moves us out of the spray of the water, then he kisses me.
Our tongues meet and my nipples pebble against his chest as a tingling sensation begins between my thighs. I feel his erection grow between us and my blood heats. When we end the kiss, he runs his fingers through the hair at the side of my head. His eyes are soft as he takes me in.
“Do you feel like you’re missing something in your life?” It’s not a question I want to ask, but it’s popped in my head a few times today since my conversation with my sisters-in-law. Now that Bella’s pregnant, I worry that maybe Dom will take the news hard since he just mentioned wishing we had other children.
He shakes his head, his forehead wrinkling. “Not at all. I love our life, Val. I’m just pissed at myself for being such a dumbass when I could have been enjoying it sooner.”
“Dom…” I run my hand down his strong back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get over it. I think it’s just that you don’t realize how fast your life is going by when you’re young. Then you blink and you’re in your forties.”
I let my hand slide all the way down to his ass. “Well, I know one thing that hasn’t changed since we were younger.” I squeeze his ass cheek and he unconsciously presses his hard length into my stomach. “You still fuck me like an animal.”
He bends and growls in my ear, his hands gripping my ass cheeks and squeezing. “Damn right I do.”
Then without missing a beat, he bends down and presses his shoulder to my stomach and lifts me. I’m hanging over his shoulder, laughing when he smacks my ass as he steps out of the shower. Rather than set me on our bed like I expect, he sets me down on the long counter of the vanity, immediately gripping my hips. He grips my wet hair in his fist and pulls it so I’m forced to bend my head back and look up at him.
“I don’t feel like being soft tonight,” he says with what sounds like a growl.
His voice and the intent there makes me shiver with delight. “So don’t be.”
He captures my mouth in what can only be described as a searing kiss, plunging his tongue inside and possessing me completely. One hand is in my hair at the back of my head and the other is trailing down my front, then holding the weight of my breast. He massages it for a minute, then rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moan into his mouth and grow wet between my thighs.
“Does my wife like that?” he purrs against my mouth.
I nod as his lips move to the skin below my ear. The hand that was on my breast lets it go, and before I realize his intentions, his fingers are moving through my slick folds. I sigh and he bites my earlobe then pushes a finger inside me. My fingers wind through his hair and dig into his shoulder. He pushes in another finger and I let my body fall back so that my head rests against the mirror.
Every nerve ending lights up as he drags his fingers in and out, watching with half-lidded eyes where he enters my body. After he licks his bottom lip, his gaze leisurely roams my body until he meets my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Valentina. I love the life we have.” His voice is gruff and full of emotion.
I want to reciprocate with my own words, but his thumb presses down on my swollen clit and I gasp. He circles it methodically, building the tension in my body until I’m strung tighter than a bow and I snap, coming in undulating waves, over and over. My back arches and I keen, pumping my hips into his fingers while he watches in fascination.
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, every time I climax, he seems as enthralled as the first time.
My body lies limp once my orgasm is over, but I can tell from his fierce expression that we’re only just beginning. He pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. My insides quiver at the carnality of it.
Then he kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue. I grip him tightly, my fingers digging into his strong shoulders. He closes the kiss and grips me around the waist, lifting me from the counter as if I weigh nothing and setting me down on the floor. Then he spins me around so that I’m facing away from him and toward the mirror. He leans in over me and I feel his hard length prodding my backside while he wipes his hand over the fogged-up mirror to clear it.
“I want you to watch this,” he says in a gravelly voice in my ear.
I moan in response and watch in the mirror as he straightens and tugs on his length a couple of times before finding my center. Bracing one hand on the edge of the counter and the other against the mirror, I gasp as he thrusts into me.
My tits sway as he pounds into me from behind, and I watch the erotic scene unfold in the mirror. He bites his bottom lip as he watches where we’re joined, then his gaze flicks up to the mirror and locks with mine.
His thrusts come faster, and I feel my orgasm building again. I tighten around his steel length. The way the muscles in his arms bunch as he holds on to me gives me a new appreciation for how virile and strong my husband is. He’s crazy to think that age has taken anything from him.
Dom adjusts his angle, and the feel of him inside me becomes overwhelming. I won’t last much longer. Then he lets go of my waist with one hand and brings it around to my front, circling my clit. When I can’t hold out any longer, I cry his name and quake around him.
“God, yes.” With a final few thrusts, he comes inside me and holds himself there. He jerks inside me with his release.
After he’s done, I meet his eyes in the mirror and find him grinning lazily at me.
“What?” I ask, still catching my breath.
“You’re right. I’ve still got it.”
I laugh as he pulls out of me, then I turn to kiss my husband. I could’ve told him that, but sometimes you have to figure things out for yourself.
