No noise filled the room but our breathing. Slowly, the tension leaked out of me, and my eyelids grew heavy. The weight next to me was more comforting than I expected, and I drifted off to sleep.
Van
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Pink lips curved in a sexy grin, and heavy-lidded hazel eyes met mine. Her lush hips rolled and rocked. Lust pounded through my blood, circulating through my cock, bringing a fresh supply of need with each pump of my heart.
Ride me.
I was on my back, and she was leaning over me, taking all of me inside her so perfectly.
Fuck me. I was going to come. I was going to?—
My eyelids flew open. Where the hell am I? My hips thrust up like my pelvis had its own brain. My chest was heaving, and my pulse pounded in my dick.
Shit. Was I having a wet dream?
I rolled up and swung my legs over the bed. My erection protested at the bend of my body.
A little sigh came from behind me, and the bed shifted.
My circumstances poured into my awareness. I was in bed with a woman. My wife. Clover Duke. My platonic wife. Yet here I was with a pounding erection, humping the sheets. Shame and panic filled me to overflowing.
I glanced over my shoulder to check if she was awake. Bad decision.
She’d tossed the covers off in her sleep, and a strip of creamy flesh was revealed on her abdomen. The round globes of her tits pressed against the fabric, and the way her legs were cocked made her shorts ride up to the crease of her curvy thighs. Brunette strands of her hair draped over her pillow, silky and shiny.
What if we were real? I’d lie back down, roll over, and move those damn pillows. She’d have a sleepy smile, and I’d push that shirt up the rest of the way. The shorts would be next and I’d?—
No.
After I stood, I grabbed my clothing and put it in front of my obnoxious dick. She couldn’t catch me. I would not make her uncomfortable about this arrangement. Awkward or not, the bed was better than the couch for both of us.
I shuffled out of the bedroom, hoping I didn’t wake her. When I got to the bathroom, I flipped the shower on and stripped out of my shorts and T-shirt. The cold slammed into me, but it was only a suggestion for my hard-on to calm down. My skin tightened, and I waited as the seconds ticked by. Satiny skin flashed through my head. She’d be so soft.
With a groan, I fisted myself and turned the water temperature to warm.
I had to have some other images in my spank bank. Dark hair long enough to wrap around my fist.
That was Clover.
Those legs. Spread apart with me sinking between them.
Damn. Clover too.
My shaft didn’t care. I came with a series of grunts I couldn’t keep quiet.
Please let her be a deep sleeper. I didn’t want to be the creep she married that jacked off in the shower after our first night together.
I propped a hand on the shower wall and struggled to get my breathing under control.
What was that?
I had no answer as I finished cleaning up. What I did was nothing but physical relief. Like a workout, which I’d been lax on. Nothing more. Once I was dried off and dressed, I left the bathroom. Clover was still in bed, under rumpled covers, with her mass of hair covering her face. Relieved I didn’t get busted, I went to the kitchen.
My stomach squeezed and made noises similar to me in the shower. I skipped dinner last night, wrapped up in catching up on the work I’d missed. Clover grabbed groceries yesterday, but I’d been an ass and insisted we eat separately. I did not get groceries.
I let the fridge fall shut. None of the food was mine.
