And if I’m to hold myself accountable and continue to make her feel good tonight, I’ve got to at least relieve some of the pressure.
I approach my beautiful wife, who’s deeply engrossed in her book and cozied up in her blanket. I love the slight movement of her eyebrows as her eyes move up and down the page, revealing every little hint of emotion she’s going through while reading. It’s almost a shame to pull her from her focus, because I could keep watching her like this for hours on end.
Instead, I lean over to kiss her forehead. She looks up with a startled expression, then smiles.
“Coming to cuddle me at last?” she asks in a hopeful tone.
“Almost. I’m just headed for a quick shower.”
She pouts. “Okay, then.”
She watches me head to the bathroom, and when I shut the door behind me, her gaze burns on my back.
I waste no time getting undressed and turning on the hot water. As soon as the spray hits my back, I grip myself firmly and grit my teeth as I begin to stroke, pressing my other hand to the glass pane of the shower to support myself.
Tingles of pleasure make their way from my core down my spine, all the way to my toes. The sight of Rachel overwhelmsevery inch of my mind; her flushed cheeks, her soft whimpers and hitched breath, the way she writhed against my mouth as I tasted the sweetness of her.
A grunt nearly escapes me, but I need to be quiet. The last thing I want is to alert her to what I’m doing and pull her from her blissed out moment of relaxation.
But that hope turns out to be in vain when I hear the door open.
Rachel stands in the doorway, her gaze immediately going down to where I’m gripping onto myself. Her pretty mouth falls open, and I stop my stroking.
“Rachel.” I’m panting.
A mischievous grin paints itself on Rachel’s face. “I knew it.”
She shuts the door behind her with her foot and grabs at the hem of her shirt, beginning to pull it over her head.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I ask, my breath hitching at the sight of her bare chest, her dark pink nipples pebbling up from the cool air, which hasn’t warmed up yet from the steam of the shower.
Rachel slips out of her sweatpants and underwear, and what a sight she is, completely bare like this.
“I’m joining you. What do you think I’m doing?”
“Rachel.”
I hold the door of the shower shut, as much as my body wishes she would slip inside with me. How sinfully decadent it would be to grab onto those soft hips, to sink deep into her, to feel her flutter around me while she comes.
“Tonight was supposed to be about you.”
She grabs the shower door in defiance.
“I know, I know. But, Karan…” She looks up at me, her emerald eyes glowing as she bites her lip. “Please. Let me watch. I want to see what I do to you.”
“Fuck, Rachel.” I shut my eyes and lean my forehead against the glass, trying to keep my focus.
But there’s no way I can refuse the goddess right behind that glass wall literally begging me to let her in.
“You can’t behave, can you?” I chide.
She smirks, pressing her breasts up against the glass.
Damn this woman.
“Come on. Let me in.”
I grunt in despair and let go of the door, backing up to give her space to enter.
