“I’ll never get tired of fucking you,” I half moaned the words. “Touch your clit, Victoria. I want you to come again.”
“I don’t need to - ” I could feel her body becoming limp, her back arching further.
My cock swelled, her body feeling tighter around me, both our orgasms in touching distance.
She came before me, her uncaptured hand moving higher up the window. I released the other so I could take hold of her hips with both hands, moving her on my cock as I filled her up with my release, the world realigning once again.
We didn’t stir for a few seconds, still using the window to steady ourselves, the scent of whatever Vic had put in the bath becoming more noticeable now other senses were calming down.
“Better?” I asked, hugging her back to me.
She turned her head to look at me, her back against my chest. “For now. For a few minutes. How long do you need?”
I bit her neck gently. “I’m an old man, remember, I don’t have the same recovery time.”
“We could test that. I think you’ve got it in you.”
“You mean you’ve got me in you.” I was still buried inside her. “I’m sure that bath will give me superpowers.”
Either the bath did, or the champagne. The bath was big enough and deep enough to not end up with us saturating the floor, small mercies which in the past I wouldn’t have considered. We sat at one end of the bath, Vic’s back against my chest, a few bubbles covering her tits which was entertaining me.
“Let me take a photo. Just for us.” I reached out to where I’d had the sense to put my phone, pressing for the camera.
“For fuck’s sake, don’t drop it in the water.” Vic stayed very still, which was great because the photo would be perfect to stare at later. One of her nipples was completely visible, the bath water still at the bottom of their curve. The other nipple was partially concealed by the bubbles, and her face was flush from fucking, hair tied up apart from a few tendrils which had escaped.
One photo. Two. I used the other hand to cup her breast, pinching the nipple and catching it on camera, then holding her breast. Another picture.
“I told you you’re obsessed.” Her hips pushed against my cock, which definitely wasn’t still.
“I’ve every right to be. I should be obsessed with my wife.” I carefully put my phone down, then slid my hands over her body, wondering who’d be ready for another round first.
She was slick between her legs, so l let my fingers busy there, slowly taking her to another climax. “Is that number three?”
I knew damn well it was.
“That’s the correct ratio, isn’t it? Three of mine to one of yours. Wasn’t that in our marriage vows?”
“Not the ones we said in public.”
She moved, turning round to straddle me and impaled herself on my fully hard cock. Her tits bounced as she moved, and I wished I had three hands so I could steady myself and touch both of them. I stole greedy kisses from her mouth, the slow steady rhythm that she started became more desperate until we came, water splashing around on to the floor.
We relaxed back, finding our champagne glasses that were barely touched, but then I’d always rather be drinking her than anything else.
“You’re okay with the house move?” she said, resting back against me. “You’re not going to stew on this for six months then be a grump for a week, are you?”
She knew me too well.
“No. I’m glad they’ve sold it, and I mean that. I think that era’s ended now.” The conversation with my father this morning had confirmed that.
“What do you mean?”
“The house was our safe place while we were growing up. The first safe place for me, Jacks, Claire and Cal as well. But we don’t need it anymore, we have our other homes now and we need to create spaces for our kids to grow up in. I think it’s served its purpose for Mum and Dad too.”
“They’ve outgrown it?”
“They have.” I paused. “Dad told me he was proud of me today. I think that was the first time ever.”
“Really? I think it’s always been really clear how proud of you he is.” She nuzzled my neck. “He looks at you like you invented space.”
