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“Mm.Yes, chemicals.” I do not know what I am saying. I am staring at small, perfectly round breasts with dusky pink nipples the perfect size to wiggle with my tongue.
Her laugh makes me look to her face.
“Sorry.” My face heats.
“It’s okay. I think it’s a compliment if the sight of my naked body makes you stupid.” With another laugh, she curls her fingers in the waist of my trackpants and works them down, over my hips, over my erection, and down my thighs. When she has them bunched on the floor, I obligingly step out.
She sucks in a breath. “Ivan, you’re beautiful.” She is crouched at my feet, eyes huge as they travel up and down my body. There is not a lot to do here except to hunt and work out, so I do both liberally. I am pleased she likes my body.
“I was just thinking the same about you, my angel.” I hold out a hand and she slips hers into my grasp. Together, we move into the shower and close the curtain.
We are in a hot, safe space, and we are naked together, and I will never forget how amazing it feels.
We do not speak as we bathe, at least not with our mouths. Our heated gazes say everything there is to say. She is a woman, and I am a man, and we want each other. Badly.
But I am not a caveman. I will not accost her the moment I have her naked before me. She deserves much better than that.
Instead of lifting her onto my aching erection and making her truly, irrevocably mine, I guide her beneath the hot spray until her hair is wet enough to shampoo. As I work my fingers through her long tresses and wash and condition them, I am in awe of how good it feels to care for a woman. It has been so long since I have acted like a husband.
I blink at the word that just came to me so easily.Husband.I feel like a husband again, and the feeling is a very good one.
Love rises in my chest like a hot-air balloon as I soap my hands and wash Cora’s body. While I work, she watches me with such affection I can hardly believe it. Why she looks at me that way, I cannot fathom, but I am glad she does. I am glad my wife loves me.
I love her too, and I let her see it in my eyes as I pull her body to mine and slide my soapy hand over her lower curls and between her legs.
“Ivan,” she whispers, as my finger finds her button. Her forehead hits my chest, and she stands still for me while I thoroughly cleanse her there. Even after I know she can be nothing but wholly washed, I continue my massaging strokes. I know I am pleasing her because she clings to me, and her breaths are coming faster and faster.
My name falls from lips covered in droplets, lips that search for mine. She needs her husband to kiss her, so I do. I slip my tongue inside her mouth and mate with her above while I stroke her below. I think of how very much I love her, and I let that feeling guide my every movement, and before long, she is whimpering into my mouth, and her hips are restless.
“Come for me,druzhyna.Come, my wife.”
With a cry, she does as her husband demands, and I am more pleased than I can say that I have given her this tiny bit of pleasure. I plan to give her much, much more.
When I have her rinsed of all soaps, I begin to sink to my knees. I will pleasure her with my mouth, now, and show her what she means to me. But she stops me.
“No. Not yet. It’s your turn.” She turns us so I’m under the hot spray, and it feels so good my moan echoes off the tiles. The heat pounds at my back and instantly relaxes my muscles. My eyes are closed in bliss, but they fly open when I feel Cora’s touch on my head.
She has hands full of soap bubbles, and she is washing what little hair I have. She has to reach up, and this will make her arms tired. To help her, I dip my head into her hands.
“Ahhh,”I sigh as her strong fingers massage my scalp. I keep my hair buzzed short, running a battery-powered clipper over it once a week. It does not take long to clean the nearly nonexistent strands, but Cora takes her time, even distributing soap behind my ears. When she’s done with my head, she works her way down, covering every inch of me with her slick, massaging hands until I’m half asleep with relaxation. Well, almost every inch. She saves my erection for last.
When her fingers glide over my rigid, engorged shaft, I cannot contain my growl of pleasure. My angel is cleaning me, yes, but she is doing more than that. She is pleasuring me as I pleasured her, taking her sweet time to rub over my head then down my shaft and around my heavy sac then up again. My growl is half pleasure and half frustration, because she should not feel as though she owes me this.
I circle her wrists with my fingers. “You do not have to do this.”
“I know,” she says, and her face is bright like the sun even though she is all wet. “Ichooseto do it.” She does not pause in her erotic touch. “I will stop if you don’t like it, but I would like to keep going, if that’s okay.” There’s a question in her gaze.
“I like it.” The understatement falls from my lips, and she blinks lashes thick with water drops. A smile curves her sweet mouth, and she redoubles her efforts.
She truly enjoys doing this for me. My wife wants to bring me pleasure.
“I will come soon,” I say, cupping her neck with my wet hands. I can feel in her shoulders how her arms are moving. I am lost in her gaze, in her parted lips, in her fiery touch.
“Good. Give it to me, Ivan. Give me your come.”
“O, Bozhe,”I groan, taking the Lord’s name in vain. Sensual pleasure grips my balls, and I’m shooting my essence all over my angel. Over her hands, onto her stomach. And when my seed stops flowing, she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them clean. I dive into her for more kissing, and I kiss her, and I kiss her until the water runs cold.
Cora
