Page 124 of High Water

“You ready for me?” he asks softly, his voice raspy with desire and exertion.

“As I’ll ever be,” I say, blowing out a breath as my eyes meet his in the mirror.

He slips the toy free as he stands, discarding it in favor of the lube on the counter. He’s generous with it, pouring it between my cheeks and over his cock before he closes it and puts it back in its place. He lines himself up, the tip nudging against the tight entrance as he massages it gently with his finger.

My body pulses with the anticipation. It’s not exactly the first time he’s had me there, but it’s been a long time. Too long, maybe.

“Touch yourself for me.” His gaze joins mine again, the green-gold already heavy with want. “I want you coming with me.”

I don’t bother to argue about how impossible that feels right now. If he wants it. He gets it. Or at least I’ll do my best to try to give it to him. It’s how our relationship has found an equilibrium that makes us work. Both of us try to do the best we can for the other. Meeting in the middle.

I brush the pads of my fingers over my clit, willing my nerve endings back to life as gently as I can. He rolls his lower lip between his teeth as he watches. He bites down hard as he grabs my left hip, slowly edging himself inside of me. I breathe out as he does. Letting myself take him inch by inch. His eyes meet mine again.

“Good?”

“Good.” I nod.

He slides deeper with the next slow thrust of his hips, and deeper again after he checks in with me.

“Still good?” he queries as I start to feel my nerve endings flutter to life, renewed from the sense of fullness and the press of his body against mine.

“Still good,” I agree.

He groans as he slides the rest of the way in, stilling inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight. But you’re doing so fucking good for me, honey.” His hand curves over my cheek, squeezing gently. He pulls back out and then slips the tip in again. “You rock back when you’re ready. Take it at your pace.”

I do as he asks, carefully rocking back to take more of him again, using the counter for leverage as I let his cock slowly slide in and out until I find a rhythm I like.

“Oh god. That feels even better than the toy.” I moan as my fingers round my clit in tighter circles, stealing my focus for only a moment before I settle down on his dick again.

“You feel like fucking heaven. And this view of you… Watching me take you like this. Hell. I might never recover.” He lets out a rough breath as I see him watching me reverently.

“Fuck me. Please. Slowly. But I want to feel more of you,” I beg him.

He follows my request to the letter until he has me murmuring curses, bent over the counter, and enjoying every second of having him take me like this.

“See, honey. I told you. I can take you to places he couldn’t even touch. That’s why you need me.” He grins, amused with himself for all of half a second until I roll my hips back again, and he’s lost in the pleasure of it right along with me.

“I do need you.”

“My wife needs me,” he murmurs, on the edge of coming again along with me. “And I need her. Play with your clit for me. I need you to come one last time.”

It doesn’t take much to push us both over the edge, and I’m shaking as I feel him coming hard and fast. He pulls himself free, using his hand to finish himself off and painting my lower back and cheeks until I can feel the warmth of him dripping down.

He watches for a moment before he spins me around, kissing me so softly and gently that I melt into his touch. I wrap my arms around him, and he picks me up, hugging me tight to his chest as he reaches over to turn the water on in the shower with his free hand.

“You did so good. You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I love you,” I murmur against his skin. “Really, I need a new word for it. Something greater than love. It doesn’t feel good enough these days.”

He lets out a low chuckle as I kiss the brand on his shoulder.

“I know what you mean. Like I’m finally where I belong, and everything in the world makes sense again. But I love you too, Jones, with every bit of my soul.”

When the water warms, he ushers me into the shower, washing my body and hair with careful attention, and kissing over every inch of me as he works. I insist on helping him get clean, too, making him stand still for my ministrations while he grins and teases me about missing a spot before taking the opportunity to kiss me again.

He wraps me in a giant towel, keeping me warm as he towels both of us off and then carries me to bed. Water and snacks appear on the bedside table before he climbs in next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and letting me tuck into his side. We both drift off to sleep no sooner than we’ve said goodnight.