Big fucking mistake.He’s literally a wet dream.
Water cascades over his face, hair slicked back and clinging to his neck, before trailing down the sharp lines of his back and over the curve of his perfect ass. After all these years, he’s still so breathtakingly handsome.
His gorgeous cock stands erect, sliding through wet, soapy fingers as he deliberately fucks his fist.
He knowsexactlywhat he’s doing to me.
Always has.
The feel of his body comes flooding back to me as if it were just yesterday, and I was touching him. Valleys of smooth muscle forever imprinted on my mind, my soul, even my spirit. If I were to close my eyes, I’m one-hundred percent certain I can still finger-walk my way across his entire body and find what I’m looking for. That’s how attuned to him I was. And so utterly responsive to his desire.
Like now.
My shorts are the first to go, and I kick them aside as soon as they hit the floor. My shirt is next, and I tear it off my chest like I’m breaking out of prison—I can’t do it fast enough, losing my breath in the process, and catching it in the silence that follows.
Walk away, Elijah. Walk. The fuck. Away.
And I do. I walk…
Just not away.
Water pelts against my overly sensitive skin as I slide in beside Gabriel and lean in to the comfort of his naked body. He attacks my mouth with vigor, and I lose myself in the sinfully familiar feel of my ex-husband, watching my sanity slip right down the fucking drain. Tears slide over his handsome face, blending beautifully with the droplets of water dripping down his cheeks. He’s never looked as beautiful as he does right at this moment. Pure. Potent.
I push my tongue into his mouth, holding his cheek in my hand, and lap at the mixture of water and tears as they fall across our desperate lips. Stormy gray eyes stare into my soul, and I dive willingly into the eye of the storm, slipping my hand between our bodies and grabbing my cock. He momentarily stops stroking, holding his soapy dick out in offering.
It’s exactly what I want. Ineedthis connection. I’ve missed it so fucking much, this reunion of married souls. I need to be inside him, if only for one last time.
My breath leaves in a rush when he begins stretching his foreskin over my sensitive tip until I’m cocooned in a valley of the silkiest flesh known to man.Heaven. Pure fucking heaven. The sleeve has a dual effect—like being penetrated and being the penetrator all at the same time. A soapy hand slides over mine, and I take over stroking our connected cocks. Nice. Long. Strokes. He hums contentedly and closes those hooded eyes, head falling back in wonderment when I roll my full-blooded head around his shaft from the inside of his lush foreskin. As water cascades over his face, my eyes fall to where my fingers are wrapped around us.Us.The sight of my dick sheathed by his foreskin elevates my arousal, and I twist my wrist on every upstroke, pumping us with purpose and passion.
Fuck, this is so perfect… so damn perfect. It’s always been this way.
“Elijaaaah…”My name spills from Gabriel’s wet lips, and his dick swells in the palm of my hand causing my cock to twitch and expand before we detonate; the pressure of our release so intense, meeting head-on in a glorious eruption of cum. I shiver and he shudders, both exhaling a slow, aching sigh at the overwhelming pleasure our lovemaking brings us.
Still fisting our cocks, but at a much slower pace, his hand joins mine, and he squeezes our swollen heads together.
“Mmm…” he moans, opening those beautiful eyes, sated and now much more relaxed, thick bands of cum seeping out from our coupled cocks.
Slowly, he retracts his foreskin, and even that feels phenomenal, making me hiss as his skin slides against my sensitive flesh. His forehead drops onto my shoulder as my dick slips free from its comfortable confines, and I wrap him up in my arms, loving him so fucking much. I take his mouth in a blistering kiss, desperate and aching, breathing him in one last time—a goodbye written in lips and longing.
Our mouths move slowly, turning soft, almost sacred—like we’re already mourning what we’ve done. Cocks softening, settling nicely against our balls, gently brushing against each other as our kiss finally ends.
The heat fades into stillness.
Without a word, I step back, heart in my throat, and let the water rush between us and wash away our dirty deed.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my wet skin. “Gracias, Elijah.”
He’s gone,just as I knew he would be.
Early morning sunlight filters through the thin drapery, catching on a messy nest of covers on one side of the bed—the only evidence someone slept here. My side remains neat, untouched.
A guilty conscious kept me from joining him in bed. Instead, I’d poured myself a very stiff drink, sank into the recliner, and watched him sleep peacefully for most of the night. His thick waves of hair fanned across the pillow. A white sheet draped loosely around his waist. Every so often, he sighed, little breathy hums slipping out as a warm breeze drifted through the windows, finally unbothered from whatever had weighed on him earlier.
I’m glad I could give him that small relief, even if it left me restless. Even if it filled me with guilt.
I yawn, stretch, and my thoughts drift—unwelcome but familiar—to how different Gabriel and Alex are when it comes to orgasms. Alex is vocal, all tangled words and music-soft moans, a symphony of sound. Gabriel is the stark opposite: quiet, controlled, subdued. With him, it’s his face that speaks—every flicker, every tightening of muscle, every unguarded shift. Peace and agony woven together, rippling through him in silence.
It's spellbinding.
