She laughed lightly. “Always.What have you got for me today, Mountain Man?”
“Just a little present for my future wife. In less than thirty days, I get to start calling you Wifey.”
I turned her around, kissing her neck as I shifted her.
With my hands on her hips, I guided her to face the wall. She shifted willingly, pliant as she placed her palms flat against the wall for support.
Water glided down the beautiful curve of her back as I positioned myself behind her, hands gripping her hips. The tip of my cock nudged against her entrance, already slick from her climax.
“Are you ready for this, Amy?” I rasped into her ear, my voice rough with need.
She nodded, pushing her hips back in answer. “Yes.Please. But you have to be fast this time. They’ll be here in forty minutes.”
I didn’t need much time. Not for what I had planned. I pressed forward slowly, burying myself in her sweet, sweet pussy in one long, smooth stroke.
We both groaned as we connected, a shared experience of decadent pleasure. She was so tight, her body still clenching gently from her orgasm, making the fit impossibly intimate.
I held her there for a moment, buried to the hilt, feeling her body tight around me.
Then I began to move.
Slow at first. Long, deep strokes. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the shower with a slick, rhythmic slapping under the steady patter of water.
Her head was bowed, her back a graceful arch. Every thrust made her breasts sway and her breath hitch.
“Faster,” she begged, her voice muffled under the running water.
I was happy to oblige. My grip on her hips tightened as I drove into her, my pace becoming urgent…frantic. The angle was perfect, each thrust rubbing against that spot inside her that made her gasp. I could feel the tension coiling in her again, a second wave building.
“Don’t stop… right there… rightthere!” she begged.
My own climax was rising fast.
“Amy… I’m…” was all I could manage.
“Me too,” she gasped. “Come with me. Now.”
Her body clenched around me like a vise as a second, shuddering orgasm flew through her.
That was all it took to make me lose control. I drove into her one last time, as deep as I could, as my own release tore throughme, hot and blinding. My hips jerked against her as I spilled myself inside her with a ragged growl.
For a long moment, we stayed just like that, pressed together against the shower wall, panting as warm water washed over us.
The world slowly came back into focus. The sound of the shower, the feel of the tile under her hands, the steady beat of our hearts slowing. We’d run through most of the hot water in the tank, and the water was starting to cool.
She turned her head with a lazy, sated smile on her lips as her eyes met mine.
“That was delicious,” she said, her voice husky. “But everyone’s going to be here soon. Time for you to clear out, Dawson.”
“Yup. I’m already on my way,” I rumbled as I gave her one last hug before hopping out of the shower. “Oh, and why don’t you check in the fridge? I may have picked up something for your party.”
There was a cake from Stephanie’s Sweets in there. I knew all the ladies would devour it within minutes, so I’d snuck one tiny sliver of it for me. And next to that cake was a gift bag with eight personal-sized goat’s milk body butters from our local soap-maker, Kat, in assorted scents.
She was testing out new recipes, and I’d bought all her samples for Amy’s spa party.
I’d also picked up some fancy face scrubs in Fernwood, along with lip moisturizers, body butters and something called eye serum. I’d gone a little crazy with it. I’d spent over two hundred dollars on fancy spa crap.
Hidden inside that bag, nestled in a small gift box, was the engagement ring I’d promised Amy when we first decided to make things formal. I’d been saving up every month for it, and finally got to pull the trigger this weekend. It was the exact ringshe’d wanted from the fancy jeweler in Fernwood. The one I’d told her I couldn’t afford.
