As I rise, my hands trace a slow path back up her legs. I linger at her thighs, then slide to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting my hand slip between her smooth skin. My fingers find her wet and ready, and when I slide one inside her pussy she clenches.
My thumb finds her clit, brushing it in lazy circles while I pump slowly in and out of her, loving the way she feels taking me.
Rosie melts into my touch, her head tilting back against my chest, her lips parting with a quiet moan. My free hand reaches for the detachable showerhead, pulling it down from its holder.
When I bring it to her chest and let the stream of water play over her nipples, the tiny rubber tips massaging her, she gasps in surprise.
“Oh, that feels… good,” she murmurs, her voice soft and breathy.
“You like that?”
She nods. “Yes. Keep going.”
I spend a little extra time there, letting the water tease her sensitive peaks. I move the showerhead in slow, deliberate circles, watching her nipples harden until they look sharp and her breathing is more labored.
Her quiet moans turn into soft purrs, her body arching against mine as she begs for more. She’s completely at my mercy, and I’m completely hooked. Every touch, every sound she makes pulls me deeper under her spell, and I know I’ll never get enough of her.
My cock nudges at her ass, demanding to be back inside her slick heat, hating every second it’s denied the bare skin it craves. That frustration pushes me to work her harder, plunging my fingers deeper into her tight, wet pussy. The showerhead wand in my other hand stays firmly pressed against her clit, the jets of waterpounding against that swollen nub as I grind my cock against the curve of her ass, desperate for friction.
She moans again, the sound bouncing off the tile walls, and it only fuels my need to drive her higher. Make her come harder.
Her body trembles under my touch, her thighs quivering as I keep up the rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her pussy starts fluttering around my fingers, her orgasm cresting like a wave as she softly moans my name, bending forward in a sharp crunch while I rub the showerhead back and forth over her sensitive clit, working every last bit of her out.
The sight of her coming undone, water dripping from her curves and her breath ragged, makes my cock throb painfully. I want her again, all of her, but before I can act, she reaches behind her, her hand wrapping around me in a firm grip. Her fingers pump me lazily, teasing me as her head tilts back, still recovering.
“Let me suck you,” she murmurs, her voice husky and wrecked, and it’s all the permission I need.
She moves to the small built-in shower bench and sits down, the water cascading over her shoulders and dampening her hair further. Her eyes lift to mine and her hands grab my hips, pulling me closer until my cock is right in front of her face at mouth level.
She takes me in her hand first, stroking me a few times, testing the weight of me. Her touch is firm in all the right ways. I brace one hand against the shower wall, spreading my legs wide to give her room as she cups my balls, squeezing gently, and uses the other to grip my cockhead.
Her thumb brushes over the tip, smearing the leaking precum, before her lips part and she drags her tongue around the tip.
“Put it inside” I instruct her.
She circles the dip of me again, before her lips seal snugly around me, and she works her way down my shaft, inch by inch, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, her cheeks hollowing.
When she reaches the back of her throat and can’t take anymore, she pauses. Her throat tightens and she swallows, choking loudly and causing some spit to drip from her lips.
The sensation draws a deep groan from me.
“Take me,” I growl, my voice low and rough. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and bright, giving me all the permission I need. She nods, pulling back just enough to start again, her lips sliding down my length, turning red as a thin out while she attempts to take more of me.
I can’t hold back anymore. My hips move on their own, driving forward, deeper into her throat with every thrust. I wrap her hair around my wrist and tug, guiding her. She takes it like a pro, gagging, swallowing and sucking. Her hands gripping my thighs for support as I fuck her mouth freely.
Drool spills from the corners of her lips, mixing with the water that's running down her face, and the sight of her like this, bent over for me, eager and willing to please me, has me cursing into the quiet shower.
Rosie, the sharp-tongued lawyer who claims she’s awkward and unsure of her sex appeal.
Rosie the woman who didn’t think she knew what she was doing when she gave me a lap dance that I’ve never forgotten.
Rosie with her soft curves, gentle face and sweet spirit.
Rosie… my wife. The smartest and kindest woman I’ve ever met.
Right now, and always, she’s been nothing but the object of my desires and every thought. And with her lips wrapped around me, my name on her tongue, I know she feels it too. The trust. The belief in us being more.
