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“Do you really want the water hot enough to boil our skin off?” I asked as I leaned into the shower. Emma was standing on the white rug, ruining it with the bits of swamp that were dripping off of her body. She truly was coated in mud: I should have sent her upstairs before now, but I hadn’t been capable of being more than a few feet from her. Now that things were settled, we could take our time with one another, and I certainly planned to.
“Please,” she said. “I will never feel clean again unless a layer of skin comes off with the mud.”
I said a privatesorryto my skin: I was more of a lukewarm shower person. If the water was too hot, I would get itchy as soon as I dried off. “Whatevermi esposawants, she gets.”
Emma giggled. It was a little hysterical; she needed to be put to bed soon before she truly succumbed to the shock that was no doubt eating at her. “You’re spoiling me,” she said.
I drew her into the shower and tried to hide the hiss as the lava water hit my back. “If a hot shower is spoiling you, I’ll have to try a little harder next time,” I said and flipped us around so that she was right under the spray. Unlike my yelp of pain, Emma sighed, and I saw her shoulders relax.
“That feelssonice,” she moaned, and despite the oppressive, stinging heat, I was getting hard. It should be illegal for her to make that noise unless it was because I was touching her.
Together, for the next ten minutes, we scrubbed her skin and hair clean of the mud. The scratches on her arms were a little inflamed, and when we got out of the shower, I would need to put some antibacterial cream on them. If they didn’t look better tomorrow, I would call the doctor and see what she could take while she was pregnant.
The layer of muck had finally fallen away to reveal my wife, whose skin was a bright pink from the scrubbing and the heat of the water. “Are you done?” I asked.
She pouted but, ultimately, agreed. I turned off the spray and reached out into the chill of the bathroom to grab our towels. I gently dried her off, patting the water from her skin, before roughly doing the same to myself. “You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves,” she said. “I want you to be you.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry for treating you like you’re fragile, but I know I have a lot to make up for. I haven’t treated you right.”
She eyed me, unreadable, until I cupped her face and brought my mouth to hers. She sighed, and I slipped my tongue inside, dancing mine with hers and finding all of her most sensitive spots that made her whine and clutch at me.
I picked her up by the back of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my hips, and I walked her back to our bedroom. We left our dirty clothes in the bathroom — I would handle it in the morning. For now, all I cared about was the woman in my arms.
I put her down on the bed. “Lie back,mi esposa,” I said before I lay on the bed, working my shoulders between her thighs so that she was open for me.
Her breath caught in her throat when I leaned down to lick at her. She wasn’t quite worked up yet, so I coaxed her to wetness by alternating circling her clit with the tip of my tongue and dipping down into her pussy, kissing her there the way I kissed her mouth.
“Angel,” Emma sighed. Her thighs clamped around my ears; her fingers found my hair, and she tugged, begging with the abortive thrusts of her hips to speed things up. But I didn’t want to; I was having too much fun gently leading her to pleasure instead of tossing her head first into the deep end.
When her cries were bordering on desperate, I pushed two fingers inside her at once, and she moaned brokenly at being suddenly stretched full. She was close; I could tell. “I can feel you quivering all around me,” I said, face still buried against her. “What do I need to do, huh? To get you to let go? I want to feel you come on my tongue. It’s been way too long.”
I crooked my fingers and brushed over that spot that made her back lock up. I played over it with my fingers and sucked at her. I listened to her softoh, oh, oh!get louder and louder until she shattered beneath me. Her inner muscles tightened and spasmed around my fingers and tongue. I rubbed myself against the bed to relieve some of the aching in my own groin.Tonight is not about you, I reminded myself.
“That feel good,mi esposa?” I asked as I gently pulled away. “You think you can sleep now? I know you’re exhausted.”
Emma frowned and pushed herself up on her elbows. “Are you trying tonothave sex with me?”
It was my turn to frown. “We literally just had sex. You just came!”
“But you didn’t,” she pointed out, “and I’m not tired enough to ignore the hot, naked man in my bed.”
I winked at her. “You think I’m hot, do you?”
“Is that the only thing that you heard out of all that?” she snapped.
I leaned up and kissed her. “No,” I said against her mouth, “it wasn’t the only thing, but it was the first time you ever talked about how attractive you think I am. Excuse me for being excited.”
Emma deflated a little. “Oh,” she said, “well…” She blushed. “I do find you attractive. More than attractive, really.”
“What’s more than attractive?” I asked.
She shrugged. “You,” she said. “You’re so handsome sometimes it hurts to look at you.”
I kissed her again before she could say anything else to drive me crazy and pushed her flat on her back again. I wedged myself between her thighs and hitched one of her legs over my shoulder. Meeting her eyes, we stayed staring at one another while I seated myself inside of her.
Her eyes widened a little as I thrust home, and a whine eked from her throat. She cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. I loved kissing her; if I knew how much I would love feeling her mouth against mine, I would have tried harder to woo her. We shared the deep, drugging kisses that made my head spin as I moved in her, slow but deep, dragging myself through her snug heat. She deserved lovemaking tonight; we’d never done it like that before, slow and tender, and she should get to know what it feels like.
Emma bucked her hips up against mine, keening. “Faster,” she pleaded. “Gofaster.” I shushed her, content to keep things languid. Everything felt good; my whole body hummed with it, but I wanted to enjoy the connection that we shared.
