She gives me a sleepy smile. “Don’t be silly. Let’s clean you too.” She reaches for the soap and I stand there as she washes down my body, taking special note of my swollen cock. She reaches under and squeezes my balls, and I groan and grip my dick so I don’t blow.
“We don’t have any condoms or we could?—”
“We do have condoms. Hold tight.” I hop out of the shower and grab one. I’m already rolling it over myself when I join her again. I shut off the water and pull her to me. I lift her and brace her against the wall as her legs wrap around my waist. “If it hurts this way, just say the word and we’ll stop.”
She kisses me. “I trust you.”
Rory has no idea how much those words mean to me. I kiss her as I rub my cock against her pussy. “Can you come again?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I already came twice. This is your turn.”
If I’m coming, so is my wife. If she wants to. “Try. I don’t like the idea of doing this solo.”
The way she stares up at me with so much affection in her eyes makes my heart swell again. “You have to squeeze in there first.”
“Challenge accepted.” I bite her neck, and she squeals with laughter.
Reaching down, I grab the base of my cock and try to line myself up, but after a few tries, I’m about to give up and jerk off. But Rory reaches between her legs to open herself up. “Try again.”
That does the trick. We both groan as I sink in an inch. “Baby.” I suck in a breath. “Don’t move or I’m gonna blow.”
She chuckles, and I shove my face against her neck to get hold of myself. When I’m sure I’m not gonna embarrass myself, I work myself in a little deeper.
With gravity on my side, it only takes a few minutes until I’m fully seated. Leaning back, I look down as I pull out and impale her again.
Her head tilts back. “So good,” she mutters, sliding her fingers over her clit.
“You take my cock so well.” My little wife was built for me. We go soft and slow until I can’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna fuck you harder now.”
She nods. “Do it.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I really start to move. Our flesh slaps against each other. “Jace.”
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel that sweet cunt.”
Her whole body tightens around me as her pussy gushes, and I push in one last time and erupt.
We cling to each other, spent and sated. It’s bliss.
The kind of bliss I’d like to write a song about.
40
RORY
Last night’sshow might have been terrible, but Jace made up for it. Three orgasms and an all-night snuggle fest put me to rights.
Am I still jealous? Yes. Do I still want to smother him with a pillow? No.
Yawning, I head into the kitchen where Jace is doing airplanes with Layla’s food to get her to eat some yogurt.
“Morning.” I kiss the top of Layla’s head, and she squeals happily.
“Rara!” We’ve been working on saying my name. Smiling, I turn to Jace and give him a quick kiss, and he pulls me onto his lap, so I’m sitting sideways with my back to the window. It’s the only way we’ll both fit.
“Morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?”
I chuckle. “Too well. I woke up and couldn’t remember what town we were in.” I glance around, grateful we’re alone but curious. “Where is everyone?”
“Guys went out for breakfast.”
