I step further into the bathroom and close the door, leaning back against it as I watch her. My eyes travel down her body, from the long black hair that flows down her back, her narrow waist and her perfect, round ass, to her long slim legs. The thought of them wrapped around my waist just a few hours ago has me dying to have her again.
Running her fingers through her hair, she turns and jumps, letting out a squeal as she spots me watching her. “Jesus, how long have you been standing there?”
“A while.”
Her mouth curves up into a mischievous smile. “You wanna join me?”
“I could be persuaded.” I smirk.
Her hand trails down her body slowly, her fingers brushing over her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she continues down over her stomach. My heart rate spikes, my dick growing hard in my pants when her hand comes to rest between her legs. She leans back against the tiles behind her, her gaze locked on mine as she begins to play with herself, a quiet moan escaping her lips.
She keeps her eyes on me, staring me out, challenging me, and every shred of self-restraint snaps. I strip out of my clothes in record time, and my mouth is on hers in a flash, the hot water prickling my skin.
“Where did you go? When I woke up you were gone.”
“I went out to get us some food. Pizza okay with you?”
“Mmm, it’s perfect. I’m starving.” She moves to step past me, but I hook an arm around her waist.
“Not so fast. I’m not done with you yet. Your little performance has made me hungry for something else.” My hand reaches out and grips the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine where I kiss her roughly, fucking her mouth with my tongue.
I lift her into my arms, guiding her legs around my waist as I slide my hard aching cock inside her. I press her into the tiles and fuck her fast. She uses her legs around my waist to manoeuvre herself up and down, practically bouncing on my dick, matching each of my thrusts as I take her, hard.
An arm winds around my neck as she holds onto me tighter, while her other hand presses up against the frosted glass door of the shower that has steamed up with condensation.
“You feel so fucking good,” I pant, revelling in the feel of her warm tight pussy wrapped around my dick like a soft blanket.
Her pussy clenches the second the words leave my mouth, telling me she likes it when I talk to her like that, and it spurs me on. My face falls into the crook of her neck as I rut into her body harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the small room.
I continue my hard steady rhythm, working us both up to our inevitable release, whispering dirty words into her ear until I have her screaming and convulsing around me as her orgasm wracks through her body. I come just a few more thrusts after her, my thrusts slowing to a stop as I spill into her.
Her chest heaves as she pants for breath. I take her mouth one more time before returning her to her feet, slowly pulling out of her, the loss of being inside her immediate.
We shower in silence, taking it in turns washing each other before shutting off the water and stepping out. I wrap a towel around my waist and hold one out to her. She steps into it and I wrap it around her body.
Once she’s dressed, she gathers up my damp clothes and throws them in the washer along with her own.
“Your clothes shouldn’t take long, a couple hours once they’re dry.”
“No rush. Come on, let’s eat.”
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Once we eventually came to sit and eat, the food was almost cold, so we were forced to heat it up, but it still tasted pretty good.
We chatted and laughed through dinner, but I sensed that she was dancing around from bringing something up, as if wondering whether to or not. I don’t press, figuring if she wants to talk about something, she’ll do it in her own time, and it’s not long until she does.
We’re sat on the couch, Quinn tucked into my body with my arm around her shoulder, her head on my chest when she glances up at me.
“Dwight?”
I meet her eyes. “Yeah?”
“When did you find out about everything? You know… not being able to have children?”
I had a feeling she’d want to know more, I can’t blame her.
“It was a couple of years into mine and Grace’s marriage. Even before we met she was adamant about wanting children, it had been something she’d dreamed of all her life. I saw how excited she was about the whole idea and I was excited for her, for us, about the family we’d create, and I wanted to give that to her. We tried for a baby for so long and it just wasn’t happening. The longer it went on, I saw her gradually begin to lose hope. We went for tests and it turned out the problem was me.”
