“Damn near one hundred percent.”Especially with her wrapped around me.
I rinse off, grab the soap, and step behind her. As I wash her silky skin, I pause to play at her lovely, ripe breasts. Her tits point and my length grows, pressing between her butt cheeks.
Under the warm water, I take my time and touch every inch of her body.
“Mmm.” Her head leans back, her chest arches, and elbows bent, she grabs the back of my neck.
My desire swells as my thumbs graze over her taut nipples. Her short nails dig into my skin and send a shiver down my spine, straight to my groin.
“You feel so fucking good.” I turn her in my arms, press her back against the shower wall, and kiss her senseless. Sometimes, words aren’t enough to tell a woman how much you love her.
The eagerness of her response says she agrees.
Wet haired, eyes black with passion, she turns off the water when she notices how my legs shake. Without warning, my cock gets all sorts of confused and withers.
It don’t seem right not to be the one in control.
“What?” Her brows raise as her gaze lowers to my wilted willie.
“Oh.” She bites her lower lip and the whole scene is so new to me I have no way to deal except to get pissed. I mean, this is my dick we’re talking about and it just failed me in a big way.
She takes my hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“No.” It comes out much harsher than I intended.
“Ah, okay.” More embarrassed than I’ve ever seen her, my wife departs the bathroom while I bang my forehead against the wall, wondering if the virus fucked up my libido forever.
Jesus. Am I going to need little yellow pills? I don’t even have kids, yet. I stare down at my offending appendage. “What the fuck, dude?”
I turn off the water, curse, and wrap a towel around my waist.
Sam brought my clothes downstairs but I need to prove I can climb the spiral staircase. About half way, I wonder if I’m about to fall on my ass but I’m a SEAL. I don’t let a few steps keep me down.
At the top, I lean forward so my head won’t hit the attic roof and open my dresser. After I pull out a clean t-shirt, I rest for a while on the mattress, grit my teeth, then make my way down.
At the bottom, weak as a kitten, I drop to the floor, head between my knees.
Sam runs to my side. “Are you okay? Should I call nine-one-one?”
“No. Dammit. Leave me be.”I don’t need a fucking nurse maid. Isn’t it bad enough my cock broke.
“You don’t have to be such a douche about it.” She turns on a heel muttering to herself which also pisses me off.
Yeah, she might be right but it don’t matter none because this is embarrassing as shit and she should know better than to make it worse by calling attention to my weakness.
Being strong is who I am. We’re Suds and Sam, the brain and the brawn. Except when she’s dumb as a post, then I can be both.
Fuck this goddamn fucking virus.
Chapter Eleven
Sam
I was trying to be nice. What the hell? I’ve been taking care of my husband for over two weeks and this is the thanks I get? It wasn’t my fault his cock withered… or was it?
Our loft, much like the Grinch’s heart, shrinks two sizes too small. I don’t want to be in the same time zone as him, let alone the same apartment-slash-prison-cell. Unfortunately, there’s no place I can go.
Fuck this. I grab my laptop, stomp to the reception area, and slam the door so hard the wall rattles.
