“That’s my woman.” He laughs against my stomach, his fingers still deep inside me while I struggle to stay upright. Kissing my belly button, he works his way back up to my breasts and sends me over a second edge by sucking my puckered nipple.
“No, stop,” I gasp. “I can’t take it.”
He laughs, licking a circle around my sensitive skin. “Yes, you can,” he whispers, then tries to kill me by sucking my other nipple like it’s a delicacy that needs to be savored.
I can hardly take this sweet torture, and my knees buckle as another groan slips out of me.
Rising to his feet, my husband secures me around the waist, his strong arm holding me close while I shudder and shake against him.
“You’re trying to end me. Death by orgasms.”
“That’s not a bad way to go.” He laughs against my lips before taking me out with one of his slow, languid kisses that always make me feel like I’m the only woman on the planet.
Reaching for his cock again, I give it a quick pump, then bang my free hand around the shower shelf for the soap.
“What are you doing?” He pulls away just in time to catch the falling shower-gel bottle.
I give him a playful smirk, taking it off him and squirting a dollop into my hand. “I’m washing you.”
His eyes shut with a groan the second I wrap my soapy hand around his cock and start massaging it.
He rests his hands on the tiles on either side of me and leans his forehead against mine as I stroke and tease his manhood until his entire body is vibrating. He’s on the cusp of coming; I can feel it.
I watch his eyes squeeze tighter, his mouth dropping into an O as I squeeze his twitching dick, the head all slippery and needy, and…
I let go.
His eyes snap open the second I release him, and I rest my hand on his chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat and loving the effect I have on him.
“I want you to finish inside me,” I whisper, rising up to give him a deep, languid kiss before pushing his shoulders down.
He does as I silently ask, awkwardly dropping to the shower floor and catching me against him when I kneel over him.
Although I prefer it when he’s on top, I’m worried about his knee on these hard tiles. Sure, he said it was fine, but I’m not gonna push our luck with that one, so I order him to sit with another shove to his shoulders, then line him up with my weeping entrance.
As I sink onto him, we both release delicious groans, then laugh at the pure bliss of being connected this way.
“Oh, baby, baby.” Wily’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips, and he quickly helps me get a rhythm going.
He feels so good inside me.
For a moment, I was worried it might hurt.
But my body’s had enough time to heal after the birth, and although Wily’s big, my pussy is so familiar with him that it quickly adjusts.
I ride him with little puffs and pants, my fingers gripping his shoulders as the sensations start to build all over again, ripping through me and setting my limbs on fire.
I love this man.
I love him so much.
And when he fills me this way…
When we’re connected like this…
“I love you,” he rasps, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I love you so fucking much.”
I grin, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you too. I love you.” My words start tumbling out in a rush as this heat between us turns into a white-hot fire. “I love you,” I say again, groaning out the last word as I increase the pace, my breasts bouncing against his chest, my moans turning into high-pitched squeaks.
