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I walked to the shower, my ass clapping with each step. I felt sexy, confident under his gaze, one that I felt on my back even as I pulled the glass door to enter the shower.

Looking over my shoulder, I said, in the faintest voice “Join me.”

That was all it took for my husband to shed his clothes and stand behind me as I let the water shower me.

My husband’s front met my back, his hardened dick found its place in the crease of my back as a moan crept to the tip of my lips.

He began to lather me in his shower gel, his manly scent infiltrating my senses. I moaned at his coarse hands against my bare body slowly gliding in every crease he found.

So badly, I wanted him to use those long fingers to thrust into me.

But my silent pleas went unanswered as he washed me free of the soapy mess and my dripping wetness.

Turning slowly, I stared up at him, his breathing slower than normal as I stood on my toes, pulling him to kiss me.

With no resistance, he captured my lips, his hand squeezing my waist.

All at once, my husband pushed my back to the wall, kissing me as he began to rut his erection into my stomach; the steam from the shower hid our heated state from any daring onlookers.

I moaned into his mouth, grabbed his hand and led it to where I wanted to feel him the most. I wanted to replace every bad sensation Ilya burdened my body with. I wanted to experience sheer ecstasy.

With little instruction, Elias began to wet his finger with my slick cunt and circle my clit, sluggishly slow. It was hurting how badly I wanted him to speed up, to make me unravel in his arms.

In one swift move, I was hoisted in the air and carried out of the bathroom, small puddles forming on the floor as Elias carried me to our bed.

He gently laid me down, following me as he stared down at me as if he was hypnotized; hungry. It made my juices spill more.

Soon, his lips covered mine as his body acted as a blanket to my own, grinding his dick up and down my wet slit, ever so little applying pressure to my clit.

I was a heaving mess on the brink of an orgasm that still seemed out of my reach. I wanted him to take me. Make me his like a man did, a husband.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” I swore I could’ve cum from just his voice alone, the way that he uttered his pet name for me in the haze of my desired-filled mind.

“Please take me,” I repeated, sounding my desire.

“Good girl.”

Elias slid into my slick channel, a soft gasp slipping from my lips.

He began to move his hips slowly, teasing me of an impending orgasm. My hands dragged down his tattooed back as he took his sweet time pumping his cock in and out of me, my moans echoing in the silent room.

It was hard to keep my eyes open but I forced them to. I wanted to see the effect I had on him too. I wanted to see him unravel as he fucked me.

I wanted to see how my pussy could make a man as powerful as Elias crumble.

"You feel so good wrapped around me. Don't you? My sweet girl. My beautiful wife," he grunted to me, water from our partial shower dropping onto my body causing me to shudder as they were no longer warm.

My heart fluttered at his words and so did my cunt. My senses were overwhelmed between his doting words and sharp thrusts. There was nothing left for me to do as my body begged to explode; every nerve vibrating with his steady thrusts.

“Come on sweetheart, soak me," I could hear over the thumping in my ear.

As he had done so many times, he commanded my body causing my pussy to spasm on his thick cock.

My body spiraled as the orgasm shook my very core, his name at the tip of my tongue.

It seemed like he separated my soul from my body as my pussy hummed away in pleasure aching for more.

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