In our en suite bathroom, I strip Autumn of her swimsuit cover-up and bikini. “You drove me wild all day, angel.”
“Did I?” she asks with a smirk.
I shed my board shorts and grab her hand to press it against my raging erection. “You always do.”
She hums and drifts toward the glass shower stall, pulling me under the steamy spray of water. She lifts her arms to lather shampoo in her hair, arching her back to press her large, supple breasts against my chest. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to.”
So that’s how she wants to play.I’d thought so on the beach but wasn’t sure. I shiver with anticipation and grind my cock against her softer stomach. “How sorry are you, Mrs. Woods?”
“Let me think on it,” she says, only driving me wilder with impatience as she finishes with her hair, the same as I do with mine.
I groan the whole time she lathers herself with body wash, tweaking her nipples with her soapy hands while precum continues to leak from my tip to roll down my shaft. She grabs the handheld shower head, drags it down her body, and directs the stream between her pussy lips, which she’s spread with two fingers. She drops her head back against the blue tiles with a moan, rolling her hips.
I tsk. “You’re not sorry at all, are you, Mrs. Woods?”
She gives me a sly grin. “Guess not, sir.”
Having had enough waiting, I suddenly grab the backs of her thighs to lift her. “You infuriating little angel.”
“What are you waiting for?” she hisses, lifting a brow when I merely press the head of my cock to her entrance.
I plunge my dick inside her, making her jaw drop with a squeal. She almost lets go of the handheld shower head, but I lean back and tell her, “Get back to work, Mrs. Woods. Now.”
Her glacial eyes flare when she does exactly what I say. I don’t even have to thrust in and out of her—simply hold her up, her back pressed against the wall, and let the powerful stream of water do all the work. Every time her wrist falters, I remind her to stay focused.
“I can’t,” she whines. Her lashes flutter shut with pleasure, then pop open wide when I don’t pull out and thrust inside her again. “Fuck me, already!”
“Not yet.”
“Please, sir.”
“Not. Yet. Mrs. Woods.”
She whimpers as she gets closer to her climax, her pussy tightening around my shaft repeatedly. Really, this is a punishment for us both, since it takes everything in me not to wrench my hips back and slam into her. Driven delirious as the minutes tick by, as soon as her moans pitch so high that I can hardly hear them, and her pussy all but chokes the life out of me when she gushes around my cock, I finally lose my closely held control.
“Oh, yes, baby, yes!” Autumn slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as I fuck her hard through her release.
I’d be embarrassed by the fact that it only takes me three pumps before I erupt inside of her, but hey, it’s still three hundred percent better than the first time we had sex. That’s a win on my spreadsheet.
Long after the rest have turned out the lights and gone to bed, Autumn and I slip outside to lounge on one of the daybeds. Staring up at the stars with the salty breeze caressing our skin, sipping from our glasses of red wine, I ask, “Did you get everything you wanted out of the future with me?”
Autumn sets her glass aside and tips my chin down while she softly drags her sexy bare foot up and down my calf. “Absolutely everything.” Which includes the Senior Advisor position she’d worked her ass off to achieve. Thanks to some creative rearranging, we’ve managed to fit a fourth desk in our office, leaving us with room for one Associate Advisoreach. It means we have a higher workload, but neither of us minds.
Next up: being promoted to her father’s position when he retires, which won’t be too much longer. I’ll win Employee of the Month every month when my wife becomes my boss, working harder than anyone else to achieve it.
“What about you?” she asks.
I cup her cheek and brush my lips against hers. “You gave me more than I ever could have dreamed, angel.”
Insatiable, I nearly upend my wine, rolling atop my wife, and she parts her knees for me. I’ve kissed halfway down her body before we’re interrupted by the sound of the sliding glass door to the side being opened and shut. I sit up and drag Autumn onto my lap to hide my erection, hoping it’s not one of the kids.
“Uh…what’s up?” Autumn asks her sister when Shayla plops down on the daybed with a sigh and pops the cork of her wine, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
“Lainey and Grayson are fighting again,” Shayla says and takes another swig of wine. “Those two are going to make me go gray way too early. Think they’ll finally get along once they each have their own kids to drive them nuts?”
“Sure, yeah, that’s totally going to happen,” Autumn says sarcastically with a snort, squirming on my lap.
I have to hold my tongue for the second time today.
