I grip her hips and walk us away from the pile of clothes on the floor. “He’s definitely up for it,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Say it again.”
“Husband.”
I let out a feral sound somewhere close to a growl. My hands grip under her ass, and I hoist her up my body. Her long legs wrap around my waist as I walk us into the shower and press her against the wall. Warm water cascades over my shoulders and back, pooling between us.
My mouth descends on her neck and collarbone, eliciting more of those sounds I love. I’m rock hard in an instant. I lower her to the tile and take a step back. “If we don’t stop, I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Is that a promise?”
Her hand presses to my sternum as she pushes me under the spray. I lean back and let the water soak my hair. Angie wraps one of her hands around my hard cock, and my eyes snap open just in time to see her drop to her knees.
She licks up the underside of my shaft, pausing to suck on the engorged tip. I pull the hair tie off her hair and wrap the silky strands around my fist. She repeats the movement, staring up at me with a wide-eyed gaze and a subtle flush on her cheeks. I could come from just the vision of her like this.
She takes me into her mouth inch by torturous inch, pulling back and pushing forward again. I give one experimental thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. She pops off my cock and smiles. “Do it. Take what you need.”
Jesus Christ.
My wife is going to ruin me.
“Touch yourself. Show me what a needy little slut you are, and maybe I’ll give you what you’re asking for.”
Her hand trails down her torso, disappearing between her thick, tiger-striped thighs. I love every fucking inch of her body, every dimple and stretch mark. Every single curve and valley was made expressly for my hands.God, I can’t wait to watch her body change and grow with our baby. Until then, I’ll revel in the sight of her on her knees for me.
“Look at you. So fucking perfect. Open for me.”
She takes me in, hollowing her cheeks. A thrill courses through me as I pump into her hot, wet mouth. She licks and sucks around my length as her fingers continue to work between her thighs. She moans around my shaft, the sound reverberating through me.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as she drives me closer to the brink.
Her free hand cups my balls, kneading them in her dainty palm. My pulse quickens at the sensation.
She releases me, gasping for breath. “I’m almost there.”
“That’s it, baby girl. Keep those eyes on me. Wanna watch you lose control while I paint you with my cum.”
“Please.” She whimpers, and suddenlyI’mthe one losing control.
My entire world splinters apart. I come undone, coating her chest and neck in my release. Seconds later, Angie throws her head back and comes on a cry. I tug her up by her hair and seal my mouth over hers, not giving a single fuck where her mouth has been. She melts into the kiss.
“Goddamn, that was the hottest experience of my life,” I tell her.
She smirks. “Better than Denver?”
“Mm. Denver’s a close second.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because this time I get to call you my wife.”
“You really like that, huh?”
I turn us around so she’s under the warm water, tilting her head back. Her eyes close as I run my hands through her hair. I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s a privilege.”
I squirt some of her fragrant shampoo into my palm and lather the dark strands. She doesn’t try to stop me or question why. If she asked, I’d tell her it’s my way of savoring every second with her because it could be my last. She could wake up one day and decide Vegas was a mistake, and I’d still have all these little moments to look back on.
I rinse and repeat the process with her conditioner, running my fingers along her scalp. When that’s done, I wash every delicious inch of her soft body, then I wrap my arms around her from behind, pressing my lips to the gentle slope of her shoulder. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll just finish up here.”
Once I’ve finished in the shower, I find a brand new toothbrush waiting for me on the sink, still in its packaging. I brush my teeth and set it in the holder next to hers. It’s so perfectly domestic.
