Chapter 2
Dean Roberts was happier at this moment then he had been in weeks. He had a hard-on that bordered on painful and his naked wife stood in the shower looking at him like she wanted to devour him. He felt a tingling rush of blood engorge him at the thought of being inside her.
“You better get ready.” He’d been waiting for this all day. They had planned it lying in bed last night. He'd almost had to go into the back of the garage to jack off today just thinking about their date. Thank God he spent half the day under a car.
She shuddered under his gaze.
“I want you in my mouth.” She dragged a perfect glossy polished fingernail over his nipple.
His cock bounced like it was telling her yes. But he shook his head. “I’m gonna make you come a few more times before you can touch me.” The taste of her lingered in his mouth and he licked his lips. He reached for the bottle of body wash.
Viscous liquid soap filled his palm and he worked it into a froth, lathering up and down her body. His fingers slithered down and cupped her, twining in springy wet curls, swirling around her swollen clit.
It had taken many trips to a counselor together before they made love again, and he never believed it would ever be this hot. Sex now blew newlywed sex out of the atmosphere.
He looked at her now and a rush of possessiveness overtook him, and he slammed her up against the shower wall, covering her with his body. Lifting her off her feet, bracing her with his arms, he pushed his cock into her sheath, claiming her. Hot water pounded his back as he pumped her up and down, their bodies slipping, him full and slick inside her. He couldn’t leave her with one doubt as to whose she was. Every stroke to remind her. She’d never think about leaving him again. He put his arms under her legs and crushed her thighs to her chest. Her feet knocked staccato on his back, her back pressed against the tile.
“Dean.” Her voice came out in gasps. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Un-gh.”
He growled. The first spasms of her orgasm clenched his cock and elation poured over him. He made her feel like that. He did that to her.
Her head fell back on the tile wall and he kissed the hollow of her neck.
He gave her one more thrust and lay his head on her chest. He didn’t know what to say. That he loved her? That he wanted her forever? That he loved being inside her more than anything? That was his problem. He never knew what to say. He kissed the underside of her ear and traced his tongue around its curves.
“Do you want to stop?” Well, that didn’t come out right.
“No, don’t stop. You didn’t come yet.”
“You’ve got another in you. Three’s your lucky number.”
“Mmmm.”
He let her legs down slowly, one at a time, and slid himself out. Bed. They owned a king sized bed and he wanted her on it. Showers and barber chairs were fun for thrills but he wanted her spread out.
The water now seemed chilled so he turned the knob to hot. He lathered up more soap filling the steamed shower with its bright citrus smell. He gave her a once over, nibbling her ears and lips as he washed her.
Her soft stomach flared into rounded hips. Her body became lush after the kids. Her ass fit nicely into his opened palms and he traced his fingers to where her rear met the inside of her thigh. She jolted toward him, their stomachs touching. He threaded his fingers around and into her lips, washing all her valleys and thumbing her clit. She moaned into his chest. He needed to keep her hot until they got home.
Water sluiced down his face and he shook his head under the stream. His balls were heavy and his cock throbbed. The idea of zipping up his jeans made him wince. He turned the water off and grabbed the towel off the rack. It was thick, soft and he wrapped it around her as he rubbed her dry.
Kneeling, he concentrated on drying the lower half of her body, appreciating how her legs tapered down into trim ankles and bright coral toenails. He gently lifted her right
foot, drew a toe into his mouth and sucked. She'd told him once that she thought a blowjob felt the way it did when he sucked on her toes. He'd laughed at her. He couldn’t help it. He’d sucked her clit to show her what it might feel like.
He now popped her toe out of his mouth and stood up to dry himself. She turned and he smacked her ass as she bent to get her panties.
“No way José.” He shook his head.
“What?”
“No panties.”
“Why?”
“I want to play with you on the way home. I want you crazy.”
“You are crazy.” She bent to pick up the panties.
“No.” He slapped her ass again, then reached over, snatched the panties out of her hand and threw them in the toilet.
“You!”
“Open your legs.”
“You freakin’ threw my panties in the toilet!”
He drew his hand up her thigh and slid three fingers into her with ease. The knobby part of her pussy was engorged and he pulled his fingers towards himself and drew small circles inside her.
“Ahhh!”
“That’s your G-spot. I’ve been reading those books you have.”
Satisfaction filled him as she clutched the sink for support. He felt pride in making her want him without restraint. It showed him how far they’d come. He would have done anything at all to save their relationship. All it took was a few times at the counselors and reading her erotica stash. It scared him sometimes though, wondering if he’d done
enough. Working on machines came easy. Nuts, bolts, pistons. All of that made sense to him. Working on his marriage and learning about his wife gave him heart palpitations.
“Please…please…inside me.”
He withdrew his dripping fingers and slipped them into his mouth. The taste of her in his mouth made him harder than anything he’d ever known. After licking his fingers clean, he drew his hand down her waist and found her pearled clit, tapping it gently as he guided himself into her waiting sheath. Once again her juices saturated his fingers and he brought them to his mouth again.
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