Then she was there. Her back arched, her fingernails practically tore his skin and she cried out so loudly, the acoustics in the shower made it deafening.
But he didn’t give a shit. She could make him bleed, give him hearing loss, smother him to death between her thighs, it was all worth it.
All of it.
And when she was done, when the last ripple ebbed away, she drooped against the wall, dropped her head and stared down at him as he smiled up at her.
She smiled back and asked the same question she asked all those years ago. And it was just as breathless. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“Better than I remember.”
“What did we do next?”
“We ate.”
“You just did, but I could eat.” Her voice was soft and suggestive, and it made his balls tighten even more. Precum was escaping from his cock as fast as it was being washed away by the water.
He could not wait a whole meal to be inside his wife.
He stood. Slowly. His knees cracking as he did so. As soon as he could smooth away the wince, he asked, “What are you hungry for?”
“You,” she said simply with a lazy smile.
He ran his thumb over her wet bottom lip. “I want to fuck you.”
“You will. But I need to satisfy my hunger first and then we can have breakfast before you take me to bed and remind me of why I married you in the first place.”
He lifted an eyebrow and grabbed the root of his cock. “You only married me for this?”
“It was the main selling point.” She pushed his hand away, grabbed it in her fist, giving it a good squeeze, and brushed her thumb across the crown.
As she went to her knees, he warned, “Once you get down there, it’s hard getting back up. Just give a signal if you need help.”
She tipped her face up to him. “Like the bat signal?”
“Just a simple ‘help’ would work.”
She pinned her lips together for a second before she dropped her head and took him fully into her mouth.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, digging his fingers into her soaked hair.
She’d take him deep, then, as she slid her mouth upward, she’d swirl her tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him almost whole again.
“Baby,” he groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair, resisting the urge to thrust.
He fought closing his eyes because he wanted to watch her. The way her head bobbed, the way her lips stretched around him, the way her fist squeezed the root, making the veins pop.
It was beautiful.
Mind-blowing.
Sexy as fuck.
He fisted her hair tighter and began to shift his hips just slightly, not wanting to full-out face fuck her.
Okay, he did want to, but knew from experience that could get ugly and could ruin the moment. So, he started with very shallow thrusts as her tongue swirled and licked and stroked along the thick ridge.
Jesus, if he let her keep going she was going to suck his brains right out of his cock.
He didn’t need his brains anymore, did he?
Hell no.
He couldn’t remember the last time she’d blown him like this. Most of the time, they were barely lucky enough to have undisturbed sex. So, to have her take her time and do this...
Christmas needed to come more often.
Once a month.
Twice a month.
Oh fuck. She gently worked his balls as she ran her lips up the underside of his throbbing cock. She squeezed the root tighter and slid her hand up the length, milking another thick, shiny drop of precum from it.
And fuuuuuuuuckkkkk. She lifted her eyes to his, stuck out her hot, pink tongue and licked it right off the tip like a melting ice cream cone.
He tried to swallow but his throat was tight as she once again slid him all the way into her wet, hot mouth, sucked hard and then pulled back until just the crown was between her lips.
She smiled.
“Fuck, baby,” came out in a groan. He got a better grip on her hair and began to thrust as far as her fist at his root allowed him.
But it was enough.
Holy hell, it was more than enough.
“’Manda,” he warned. Though, he was clenching his jaws so tightly he had to force it out.
He didn’t know if she tried to answer him around his cock or she simply hummed, but either way, she vibrated around him as her fingers worked his balls, and...
And...
He slammed a hand onto the shower wall, dropped his head, shoved his hips forward one more time and came deep at the back of her throat. His cock pulsed and pulsed, expelling cum in hot jets. She did not release him, instead she accepted it all.
Even after he had stilled, she slowly worked him in and out of her mouth, until he was empty.
Completely fucking empty.
He sucked in oxygen and opened his eyes just in time to watch her let him slip from her mouth. He let the cooling water rinse him off as he offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
“Love you, Mandy.”
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Love you, too. Now turn off the water before we get hypothermia. Then my husband is going to make me a big pot of coffee and an even bigger breakfast for that expert head I just gave him.”
“I’ll make you an awesome dinner tonight, too, if I can have a repeat performance for dessert.”
“Not being greedy at all, are we?”
“Oh, fuck yes. I’m being so, so greedy. We both should be.”
“Mmm.” She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. “Then let’s dry off, you make breakfast while I dry my hair and then we can get cracking on that.”
She released him and as
