“Your perfect pussy is clinging to me so tight,” he said against my ear. “So warm and wet andneedy.”
I whimpered. He always knew just what to say to drive me crazy. His thumb found my clit, applying pressure just the way he knew I liked.
“Come for me, wife. Come all over my fingers and make a mess.”
With a moan, I let go, my orgasm hitting me hard, my release coating his hand. When he pulled out, he used the same hand to pump his cock, grunting as he jerked himself off.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
I played with my nipples, circling them with my fingers as I watched him, still finding this just as hot as it had been the first time he’d done it. It didn’t take long for him to come, spraying his release on the shower wall.
He pulled me to him, kissing me deeply. It was a slow and unhurried kiss, like we had all the time in the world together.
“I love you,” he murmured.
“Thank you for not giving up on me,” I told him.
“Never,” he promised.
And I knew—no matter what—that he’d keep it.
The End.
