“Shower, Camden. Hurry,” she rasps.
She grabs the vibrator, turns it on the lowest setting, and presses it to her pussy.
I jump up and dart to the attached bathroom, flip on the water, and wash myself.
I rinse off, wrap a towel around my waist, then run out back into the bedroom.
Ellie is lying flat on the bed, back arching as she presses her vibrator to her clit. Her eyes are closed, and she’s moaning, totally lost to the pleasure.
My cock is already hard as steel, but it’s throbbing now. Every time I see her turned on, my body responds.
I climb on the bed next to her and just watch. I don’t want to interrupt her when she’s in the moment, enjoying herself.
I glance around at my bedroom—ourbedroom.
I smile when I see all her things in the room. Her clothes hanging in the walk-in closet. The white decorative pillows from her bed. Her favorite plushy blanket draped at the foot of the bed. The tall snake plant in the corner that she brought from her place. The full-length mirror with a rose-gold border set against the wall that she ordered from her favorite furniture store. The framed photo of us at our wedding on the nightstand.
My heart swells in my chest. The room feels so much cozier—so much more complete with her in it.
After a few seconds, she smiles and opens her eyes. Her gaze is half-lidded. She’s drunk with arousal.
“It’s about time you joined me,” she murmurs. “I’ve already come twice without you.”
I kiss her neck, relishing the way she whimpers and shivers. “Naughty girl. I told you only to warm yourself up. Not to have an orgasm. You didn’t listen to me. You know what that means, don’t you?”
I take the vibrator out of her hand. Her smile drops, and she whines. There’s a desperate flash in her eyes though. I can tell she likes this.
I lean down and kiss the hinge of her jaw. “I have to punish you now.”
I feel her smile against my cheek. “Please…” she whimpers.
“Because you were naughty, you won’t be getting my cock.”
She makes another desperate whiny noise that has my cock aching.
“But don’t worry. I’ve got other plans for your pretty mouth and your perfect pussy. And that sweet ass of yours.”
I palm her ass cheek, and she whimpers.
I lean up and grip her chin in my hand, turning her face to me.
“I’m gonna get you warmed up for that butt plug,” I growl.
I slide down on the bed and gently push her so she’s lying on her stomach. I position myself so I’m facing her ass. For a second, I just take in the gorgeous image: her cute cheeks swallowing up that white lace thong.
I press a soft kiss to her ass cheek, then the other.
“I’m gonna eat your sweet ass, and then I’m gonna slide in your butt plug,” I say against her soft skin. “That okay with you, baby?”
“God, yes,” she whines.
I dust a few more kisses over her plump cheeks, then spread them apart. I push aside her thong and zero in on her cute little asshole. My mouth waters.
I bury my face in her ass and gently lap my tongue against her. She gasps, and I feel her tighten at first, but after a few seconds, she starts to relax.
Her quick breaths turn to moans. I close my eyes, savoring this moment. I’m burying my face in my wife’s gorgeous ass. Fuck, I’m a lucky bastard.
“Camden, that feels so good,” she says, breathless.
