Chapter 2
Dean Roberts was happier at this moment then he had been in weeks. He had a hard-on that bordered on painful and his naked wife stood in the shower looking at him like she wanted to devour him. He felt a tingling rush of blood engorge him at the thought of being inside her.
“You better get ready.” He’d been waiting for this all day. They had planned it lying in bed last night. He'd almost had to go into the back of the garage to jack off today just thinking about their date. Thank God he spent half the day under a car.
She shuddered under his gaze.
“I want you in my mouth.” She dragged a perfect glossy polished fingernail over his nipple.
His cock bounced like it was telling her yes. But he shook his head. “I’m gonna make you come a few more times before you can touch me.” The taste of her lingered in his mouth and he licked his lips. He reached for the bottle of body wash.
Viscous liquid soap filled his palm and he worked it into a froth, lathering up and down her body. His fingers slithered down and cupped her, twining in springy wet curls, swirling around her swollen clit.
It had taken many trips to a counselor together before they made love again, and he never believed it would ever be this hot. Sex now blew newlywed sex out of the atmosphere.
He looked at her now and a rush of possessiveness overtook him, and he slammed her up against the shower wall, covering her with his body. Lifting her off her feet, bracing her with his arms, he pushed his cock into her sheath, claiming her. Hot water pounded his back as he pumped her up and down, their bodies slipping, him full and slick inside her. He couldn’t leave her with one doubt as to whose she was. Every stroke to remind her. She’d never think about leaving him again. He put his arms under her legs and crushed her thighs to her chest. Her feet knocked staccato on his back, her back pressed against the tile.
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