I don’t move. Instead, I ask, “Do you want me to lay out with you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I know how important it is to keep your mind at ease. Take your shower, check your cameras. Then maybe we can play a game or something. I saw some board games in the cabinet.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Because you know I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“I know, and that’s why I’m telling you to do what you want to do. Take your shower and check your cameras, but then the rest of the day is all mine.”
“Okay,” I say as I push off the doorway and head into the bathroom. I strip out of my shorts and briefs and turn on the shower to let the water warm before I step in.
The talk I had with Lilly this morning, although emotional and tough, was necessary. I’m glad she asked to have it because if she didn’t ask, I was going to suggest it. She was right. Everything felt off between us before the wedding, and we were being pulled apart. No wonder she believed the letter, because leading up to that point, it almost felt inevitable.
Like the whole process was supposed to be driving us apart.
Like I wasn’t supposed to walk down the aisle with her.
I step into the shower and stand under the raining water, letting the warmth wash down me. Eyes closed, I take in the feeling of a warm shower, not something I’ll ever take for granted again. That or soap, a warm meal, plenty of fluids, and the feel of my girl’s arms wrapped around me.
For three months, I suffered without them.
Never fucking again.
As I push my hands through my hair, the bathroom door clicks shut, and I open my eyes just in time to see Lilly step into the shower with me.
“Jesus,” I mutter, my heart rate pulsing rapidly.
“Did I startle you?” she asks.
“Yes.” I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little jumpy.”
“It’s okay,” she says as she steps up to me and palms my balls. “I’m sorry I scared you. How can I make it up to you?”
My eyes flutter closed as she massages my balls just the way I like it. Just hard enough that it borders painful.
“You can suck my cock,” I say.
When I open my eyes, she drops to her knees. She picks up the soap that’s on the ledge and runs the bar up one leg, over my stomach, then down the other leg. Avoiding the spot where I want her hands. Then she rubs the bar between her hands, creating a palm full of suds, and places her hands around my cock, gripping it tightly as she brings the soap over the head, then down to my balls.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling the strength in my legs diminish from her touch.
Her small hand squeezes tight as she drags the soap up my hard length, over the tip, and back down, past my balls and to the other side. I place one hand on the tile, steadying myself as she stands and turns on the shower wand, only to bring it between my legs and rinse me off, the whole time, she’s stroking me.
And when she pulls away, I think she’s about to turn off the water. Instead, she grabs the soap and lathers up her tits, her pebbled nipples drawing my attention until she brings her hand between her legs. Then she rinses off as well.
“I thought you were going to suck my cock,” I say.
“Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?” she asks just as she turns off the shower and steps out, her beautiful ass enticing me.
Yes.
Yes, I would.
I snag my towel from the hook and make quick work of drying off while she does the same. Before she can even set her towel down, I pick her up and toss her on the bed. I then grab a belt from the dresser and walk over to her.
“Hands,” I say. “In front of you.”
A lustful expression crosses over her face as she lifts her hands in front of her. I wrap the belt like a figure eight around her hands until it’s secured tight. I lift her wrists up to my mouth and press a gentle kiss to them. “How does this feel?”
“Perfect,” she says.
