I guide her under the water and pin her against the tile. She kisses me, and my hands are everywhere—her waist, her breasts, the curve of her hip, and between her legs.
She’s breathing hard, and she’s pressing her pussy against my hand, trying desperately to get more friction.
I drop to my knees, and her fingers tangle in my hair immediately. I spread her thighs, and she cries out when my tongue moves between her folds, bracing one hand against the wall.
I apply pressure with my tongue—slow circles at first, then faster. And then I add fingers—one finger, then two.
Water continues to stream over us, hot and relentless.
Her legs are shaking. “Evan, fuck. Evan, I’m about to come.”
I don’t let up, and I don’t change my rhythm. She releases against my mouth, and my name breaks in her throat as her center clenches around my fingers.
I stand and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist automatically, and I carry her out of the shower. We’re both dripping wet.
The bed dips when I lie her down. She bounces slightly, laughing, reaching for me. I follow her down and grab a condom from the nightstand.
It only takes seconds for me to tear it open with my teeth, roll it on, and position myself between her legs.
I push inside. She’s tight and wet and perfect.
“Evan.” Her hands grip my ass, urging me to move faster, harder.
“Easy, Wifey.” I pull back, push in deeper. “We’ve got all night.”
I start moving. Fast. Hard enough that the bed frame hits the wall. She pumps her hips, meeting every one of my thrusts.
“Too much, Wifey?”
Her nails rake down my back. “Not enough.”
“Greedy.” I lean down and bite her bottom lip gently before kissing her deeply. “I like it.”
She’s laughing breathlessly between moans, and that sound does something to me. Hearing her enjoy this, enjoy me, makes everything better.
I pull out, and she makes this frustrated noise that I love.
“Patience.” I flip her onto her stomach and grab her hips, pulling her up until she’s on her knees with her ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow.
“Oh my god.” Her voice is muffled.
I run my hands over her ass, squeezing. “You’re so fucking good like this.”
Then I push back inside. The angle is different. Deeper. She cries out, and I have to pause because the way she feels around me is almost too much.
“You okay?” I lean over her back and press a kiss between her shoulder blades.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
I laugh. “Your wish is my command.”
I start moving again, slower this time, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, watching where we’re joined. Watching her take me.
“Evan, faster.”
I pick up the pace and grip her hips tighter. “Like this?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
