“He’s dangerous, Duke. He’s capable of horrible things. I?—”
“And you’re worth fighting for, even dying for. And your boys are too.”
Hot tears are streaming down my face, mixing with the water from the shower. He starts washing my hair for me, followed by my body. His touch is not sensual, but it’s deliberate as he cleans me and rinses me off. When he brushes over my nipples, I shudder with pleasure.
I can’t help the way I press my ass into his front. He slows his movements, giving me a chance to keep going. I turn around to face him before dropping to my knees. His eyes widen.
I pull down the zipper of his jeans.
“Dallas, you don’t need to?—”
“Shh. Don’t talk unless you’re telling me how pretty I look.”
I unbutton the wet denim and pull them down. He’s not wearing any underwear, so his cock immediately springs free. He’s already hard, the soft tip seeping with pre-cum. I rub my thumb over it, and he groans.
“Fuck, darlin’, you look so fucking pretty.” His abs flex as he leans back against the tiles.
I press my lips to the tip, kissing him gently. His hips buck the second I make contact. His gaze is locked onto mine, his mouth forming an O as I let my tongue brush over the sensitive head of his dick.
“I’m going to marry you, just so you know.”
My eyes widen, but I can’t stop and address that unhinged comment right now. Instead, I suck him into my mouth. My hand moves up to wrap around the base because I can’t fit the whole thing in without gagging. His hand grips the roots of my hair—hard, but not painful. He gives me the freedom to move, and I slowly slide my lips up and down the velvety skin of his cock. He lets out a whimper, gripping my hair tighter.
“You’re killing me with those lips.”
I take it as a compliment and increase my speed. My tongue brushes over the underside of him, where I know he’s the most sensitive, sucking harder when I go up and releasing pressure when I move down. I try to open my throat up, but it’s not enough. I gag, having to push him out for a few seconds before recovering and sucking him back in.
He says something under his breath that I can’t make out. I twist my hand over him, rotating my lips the other direction and humming. He seems to like it because he’s panting and pulling my hair harder.
Tears form in my eyes, and I look up to see that his are closed, his head tipped back to the ceiling. He’s so beautiful when he’s being pleasured. I love that I’m doing this to him, making him feel this way. I suck him harder until he’s panting my name.
“Dallas, Dallas, fuck …”
His warm cum fills my mouth seconds later. His dick pulses with each gush of salty semen, and I feel it running down the back of my throat. He groans, slowly pulling out of my mouth. I swallow it all, holding his eye contact the entire time. He licks his lips, staring at me like I’m his whole world. He reaches down, pulling me to my feet.
He presses a gentle kiss to my nose. “Where did that come from?”
“I just wanted to thank you for all that you?—”
He blanches, blinking down at me. “What?”
“I—that was just a thank-you for helping me save them from?—”
He shakes his head, rubbing his hand over his face. “Fuck,” he breathes.
He reaches out to take my hands, his eyes steady as he focuses on my face. “I need you to promise me that you willneverever use sex in a transactional way with me. Sex is not currency. Sex is me pleasing you and you pleasing me because we both enjoy it and we’re having fun or because we’re in love and we want to express it physically. I didn’t save the boys because I wanted to fuck you, and I don’t want you to ever thank me for anything in that way ever again.”
I don’t even realize there are tears streaming down myface until he wipes them away with his thumbs. I feel myself nodding, guilt and shame washing over me.
“I’m sorry. I—I don’t know how else to repay you.”
He shakes his head. “Please, please just know your body is worth so much more than that to me. All you have to do is say the wordsthank you. That’s enough.”
He crushes me into his chest for a hug. I can’t even voice what I’m feeling right now, but this is the first time I’ve realized that I used sex as currency in my marriage.
I had no choice. It was the only thing that worked to keep my ex from hurting me. Sex was all he wanted when he was angry, when he was happy, when I’d disappointed him. Sex was the only way we ever worked through a problem or an argument.
I didn’t even fully realize that was what I was doing when I dropped to my knees and reached for his zipper. I just knew I wanted to thank him, and this seemed like the best way to do that.
