Grant’s hands wind under my sweatshirt, running over my back leaving a wave of pebbled flesh in their wake. “This needs to come off,” he mutters against my lips.
I sit back and lift my arms above my head for him to continue the path with his hands until he frees me of the offending material. Wordlessly, I tug at his joggers, pulling them off one leg at a time.
“My husband is hot.” I smirk at him.
He bites his lip and rakes his eyes over my face down to my neck, collarbone, and breasts, lighting me with the fire of a thousand suns. “So is my wife, but those shorts need to go. I want to see all of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I purr and stand on the bed, widening my stance so my feet are on either side of his hips.
He smiles up at me full of love and pride at the way I put on a show for him as I pop my hips side to side and lift my hands above my head for extra flair.
“Strip for me, gorgeous.”
“Why don’t you do it for me?”
“With pleasure,” he rasps, ghosting his hands up my legs slowly, making me impossibly wetter, finally reaching the band of my biker shorts and torturously dragging them down. When they reach my knees, I lift my left leg for him. He anchors my other leg so I don’t fall, and we’re a tangle of limbs as he strips me bare and I settle onto my knees over his lap.
Running my fingers through his hair, I lean forward and pepper kisses over his face, using my touch to show him I’m fully present with him in this moment, that it’s not just another quick fuck to me. “Let me show you how much I love you,” I say softly, kissing his lips.
“I can feel it, Tay.” He assures me, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me flush against his chest.
“Show me I’m yours, Grant, and I’ll show you you’re mine.” Lifting to my knees, I wait for him to line himself up at my entrance then sink down, holding his eyes as he fills me.
“That’s it, Tay baby. Take what’s yours.”
“Who do I belong to?” I gasp when he rocks my hips, and his piercing hits the spot deep inside.
“Me,” he growls, moving me up and down his cock as he claims me. “You belong to me.”
“Yes, I’m yours. You feel so good, baby.”
His lips lock over mine as he owns my mouth in rhythm with the way he’s fucking my pussy in long deep strokes. It doesn’ttake long before I’m cresting the wave of pleasure, digging my fingers into his shoulder to mark him in the way he’s marking me from the inside out.
“I can feel you on the edge. Let go, come with me.” He groans when I grind against him.
“Call me by my name,” I beg.
“Wife. You’re my wife. Now, come for me and scream my name when you do it.” Grant pinches my clit and that’s all it takes to send me over.
“Grant, fuck, oh my god, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t let up, surging into me over and over as he comes. We stay wrapped in each other, his hand lazily trailing up and down my back as we make out. And just like that all the pieces click back into place, a healing of sorts made only right by the melding of our bodies together.
This feels like a fresh start, and for the first time in a long time, it feels a lot like forever is possible with my love.
After the most soul-changing sexual experience that leaves me possessive and unequivocally claimed, I carry Taylor to the bathroom, setting her down while I turn on the shower.
“This bathroom is stunning,” she says, spinning in a circle to take in the double vanity, massive walk-in shower, and a clawfoot soaking tub on one side of the enclosure.
“I’m glad you approve.”
I remove the hair tie haphazardly holding her hair up and lead her into the shower, pulling her back to my front and letting the hot water from the dual shower heads soak us. Once her hair is wet, I lather shampoo through the strands, cherishing the way her body leans into mine as I take my time rinsing the shampoo from her hair before adding conditioner and then cleaning her body.
She washes my hair when I drop to my knees in front of her to reach her legs and I press a kiss to her stomach. The feel of her hands all over my body and the intimacy of her bathing me has my heart racing and my cock hardening all over again.
“For an old man, your dick seems to be fully operational,” Taylor quips.
“I’ll show you how operational it is.” I push her back against the wall, plunging inside her in one stroke as I dirty us both up all over again.
