“Hurry up.” She unzips my trousers and frees me.
“Working on it.” As I place her glasses on the baby’s changing table, she kicks off her flip-flops and slides off her cotton pants.
No undies? She’s killing me.I cup her butt, lift her, and set her down on the counter next to the sink.
Leaning back, she spreads her legs so I can kiss her sweet core.
What am I doing? She was shot, for chrissake. “Does your arm hurt?”
“No. Move it, wolfman.” Thighs open, she displays her slick, swollen pearl, and I almost lose my load.
“Will do, sweetheart.” While my thumbs circle her mound, I squeeze her legs, and suck.
The second she’s about to come, knuckles pound on the door. “Hey, can you hurry it up in there?”
I shout at the guy through clenched teeth. “Occupied. Sorry. Sick. I may be a while.”
After he leaves, Gwen giggles. “Oh my fucking God. That’s three for three.”
I nibble her ear and tease her nipples into tight points. “Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?” Her fingers clasp my length, and when she tugs, a bead of cum leaks from the tip.
“Ivan.” Leaning over, I suck her tits and slide my digits into her slick folds.
On the knife’s edge of orgasm, she hisses. “Ivan who?”
“Ivan to fuck my wife until she screams out my name.” I slip her off the counter and turn her. With one hand on her back and one on her hip, I piston inside her and sink to the bone.
“Oh, God!” While she bucks for her high, I reach around her front and press on her favorite spot.
Our pace accelerates, I jackhammer into her, and she pushes back.
“Ah, ahhh.” She comes hard, and her muscle spasms set me off.
One more deep thrust, and I’m gone.
Floating back to earth, I kiss her neck. “Your arm? Was I too rough?”
“Knock, knock.” Her chuckle makes me grin.
I hate to pull out, but we have a long drive ahead. “Who’s there?”
“Havana.” She pulls two paper towels from the holder and, after wetting them, passes one to me.
“Havana who?” As I clean her inner thighs, I smirk at the sex-mussed woman in the mirror.
“Havana I told you how much I love you?” Her silly laughter causes me to groan and roll my eyes.
“That’s incredibly awful.” Squatting, I open her scrub pants’ elastic waistband.
Hands on my head, she steps in. “Not any worse than yours.”
After I pull the cotton up her legs, I lick her swollen lips and cup her cheeks. “Would you at least think about heading back to DC? You could crash at Lucky and Callie’s place and spend somequality time with Abbie. Better yet, take the train to Penn Station and shop in New York.”
“With one of your Patten friends as a bodyguard?” Her head tilts as she shoots me the‘give me a fucking break’face.
“Busted.” At my sheepish grin, she softens her gaze, zips me up, and pats my chest.
