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“Of course, beautiful. Get in here.”
Hearing him call mebeautifulmakes my center throb even harder. I hop on the rug and quickly step into the shower with him and close the door behind me.
He’s brushing his teeth, so I do too, and we just stare at each other with goofy smirks behind our toothbrushes. After he’s done, he leans against the wall, so I finish and do the same.
Come on, make a move. Touch me.
Instead, he asks, “How was the rest of your day? Anything I missed with the kids?”
With that, my hope for physical connection tonight plummets. We’re back to the same nightly routine of showering and chatting. Don’t get me wrong, I love this time with him. It’s probably my favorite time of the day because it’s only us, no little people underfoot constantly interrupting our conversation, but I was hoping the gleam in his eye when I stood up from the water was the spark I was after. I guess not.
Okay, new plan.
“It was good.”
I wrap my hands around his neck to bring him down closer to me as he reaches around me and threads his hands above my behind. I stand on my toes to kiss him. It’s soft and quick, one of extreme familiarity, but I immediately pull him back down for another.
Realization flashes in his eyes as I keep him closer to me and whisperagain.He takes charge of our lips and deepens the kiss while my body begins to hum and his begins to seek mine. Both our eyes fall shut under the weight of our arousal.
As he explores my lips, my body leans into him with no reservation, but my brain won’t stop dissecting every little thing.
Why do I always have to initiate? Does he still find me attractive? When was the last time we had mind-blowing sex?
He still slaps my ass when he thinks I’m not looking, so that has to mean something, right?
I gently shake my head through our kiss, trying to physically rid my mind of these intrusive thoughts, but he stops kissing me and draws back.
“You okay?” he breathes, heavy lids now open and looking down at me with concern.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I whisper and nod.
As we draw closer together, he palms my wet breasts and he scatters kisses on my neck. Once again, goosebumps scatter all over my body, a body that obviously still craves his touch. It’s my damn brain —zip it and enjoy the ride, lady.
His hands leave my chest, and he runs them down my body, over every groove and bump, and I tense under his fingers. Not sensing my internal discomfort, he brings his hands around to my ass and pushes me into his growing erection.
“Let’s go to bed,” he breathes as he shuts off the water and retrieves my towel from the outside rack.
He gently runs the towel over my body to dry me with lustful eyes and a wide smile before he wraps it around me. The care he takes in delicately drying me fans the flame that is my desire for him.
He dries himself too, then leads us to the bedroom, where I immediately turn off the lights. I can barely make out his outline as I walk back to him, and it comforts me to know the same is true for him.
Thanks to an accidental second pregnancy, and a surprise twin pregnancy as the third, he was adamant about getting a vasectomy a few months before the girls were born. Fortunately, gone are the days of worrying about protection or accidents.
He slowly unwraps the towel tucked at my chest and lays it on the bed while I stand with hands crossed over my body, waiting for him.
He gets close enough for me to see him smile, the same comforting smile that’s made me feel at home since the first day met him, and pulls me into his body again. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he runs his other hand down between us and gently plays with the hair that conceals where I really want him to be. My breath catches as my pulse picks up.
Moving down lower, he spreads me with his fingers. He inhales sharply when he discovers the moisture in between my lips, meant only for him. He spreads it back and forth along my vulva as I run my hand through his silky hair. As he explores the outside of my center more, chills run down my spine.
Yes, please, finger me or rub me a little higher.
But he doesn’t, and I can’t bring myself to say those words aloud.They’re glued in my mind and I’m not even sure what it would take to spit them out.
He then removes his hand, a loss felt by my every nerve, and moves me to the edge of the bed, where he kisses me again.
My body is desperately seeking satisfaction, so I say what I can manage, “Love, I want you now.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He smirks as he gently lays me down on the bed in our to-go position — me on my back at the edge of the bed, him towering over me. He puts my legs on his chest as his tip slides in, his pleasure obvious as his eyes roll in the back of his head and he lets out a low grunt.
