“Can we just stick to our no-talking pact and get to the ravishing part?” he asked impatiently.
She ran a hand through her long, wet hair that stuck to her shoulders and back. Two kids and almost twelve years later, she was still as hot as when he’d brought her to his home for the first time.
Marriage and motherhood hadn’t dimmed his desire for her. Their issue with having intimate moments was simply finding the time and privacy.
But they were guaranteed the next twenty-four hours and the clock was ticking.
Better yet, his cock was on board with the agenda.
He pushed her wet strands off one shoulder and drew his mouth over her damp skin, licking away some of the beading water until he got to her neck.
“Just so you know, you’ve ruined me for all other women,” he murmured against her warm skin.
“That was my evil plan.”
“You damn well succeeded.” He nibbled up her neck, causing her to shiver, even under the hot spray.
She reached back and dug her fingers into his hair, letting out a little moan. That little noise made his cock flex against her ass.
Oh yeah, they had twenty-four hours, he might take her there, too. He’d have to remember to check to make sure they had lube. If not, there had to be something in the kitchen that would work.
“Hello?”
He mmm’d against her neck.
“You stopped nibbling. In your advanced age, did you lose track of what you were doing?”
“I didn’t. I got distracted by thinking of all the wicked ways I can fuck my wife.”
“Oooh. Last time I checked, I was your wife. I can’t wait to experience all that wickedness. Will you remember your ideas?”
“Pretty sure I will. Have a feeling, afterward, you will, too.”
She turned around almost knocking him backward, but he caught his balance. Barely.
Her hazel eyes were narrowed on him. “I don’t like that grin.”
He dropped his head until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers. “You forgot to pick up the soap.”
“Mmm hmm. I know that trick.”
His grin grew wider and he closed the gap between them, taking her mouth and exploring the recesses with his tongue. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and deepened the kiss with a moan that rose from within her.
Her beaded nipples brushed against his chest, teasing him. He cupped her breasts which were now bigger than when he first met her, and thumbed both nipples, drawing another moan from her.
He caught both between his fingers and slowly twisted them until she gasped into his mouth. He continued to twist until he knew it was to the point of painful and she finally broke the kiss, panting.
“Max,” she whispered, her eyes hooded and full of heat.
Fuck yes, she was his.
At first, he had stubbornly denied it for months, until the thought of losing her drove him crazy. Then he realized he couldn’t live without her.
And, fuck him, he couldn’t.
They were done talking.
He backed her up against the shower wall and went down on his knees.
It wasn’t to pick up the body wash.
Holy hell, he didn’t remember his knees hurting the last time they did this. He pushed past the discomfort. “Hold on, baby.”
Amanda grabbed his shoulders and he lifted her leg up over the arm he had braced against the tile, opening her thighs. With the other hand, he spread her pussy open.
Fuck yes, that glistening pink center was making his mouth water.
He licked and sucked the outer edges, his tongue sliding between them, tasting her. He tipped his eyes upward to see her head back against the wall, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as the water beaded on her skin.
He wanted that smile gone, her shouting his name and the result of her orgasm on his lips. He sucked harder on her clit until she jerked against him and a low, long, “Ohhhh,” came from between lips that were no longer curled upward but parted, instead.
That was more like it.
With a tilt of her hips, she gave him better access to stroke her slick slit with one finger while scraping his teeth lightly over her hard, sensitive nub.
“Max,” she breathed.
Fuck yes.
His cock was hard and throbbing and his balls tight with knowing she was getting wetter and soon he would get the chance to lose himself within her slick heat.
He slipped two fingers inside her and curved them, finding the spot that drove her wild, her hips following each deliberate stroke.
He knew how to get his wife tuned up. Knew what she liked, what she loved, what she wanted and needed. He was only happy to give it to her, because she gave him all of the same.
He kept strumming as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and felt her clench around him. Her breathing had become ragged, her nails now dug sharply into the flesh at his shoulders, but he didn’t let up.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Max... Keep... Keep... Don’t stop.”
He had no plans on stopping, not until she came, not until she was good and primed for his cock so he could take her directly to orgasm number two.
He didn’t think he could wait to get to the bed to slide inside her. No, he would take her in the shower before the water got too cold and then take her again in the bed.
For the next twenty-four hours, they’d make the most out of the gift they were given. Max might have to send his parents on a cruise as a thank you. He was pretty sure his brother, Marc, would pitch in since they were kid-free, too. Sort of. They couldn’t pass off one of them to the grandparents. But then, the child not being born yet was a good reason for it.
However, that wasn’t his concern. His focus was solely to get Amanda to hurry up and come so he could get them both there for her second time.
He reached up
