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10
WYATT
As soon as I closed the door behind us, I did exactly what I promised I would. I made love to her on almost every surface in the house, making my way toward the master bedroom until we collapsed on the king-size bed gasping for air and laughing.
We were home, and it was strange to even think that. My house had never felt homey, but it was comfortable. Over the past four years, I had no desire to fill it any more than it already was. It wasn’t missing anything. Or at least, that was what I thought.
I was wrong.
The second I set Allison down in the center of the living room, I knew.
My home was her home.
Later, I walked down the long hallway to the master bedroom with a late-night snack of fruit, cheese, and wine, but when I got to the room, she wasn’t there. It wasn’t until I was standing beside our bed that I heard running water coming from the bathroom. I grinned, knowing she was in there running a bath.
My cock began to stiffen a bit at the thought of her in the tub, and how the water looked dripping from her gorgeous body.
How could I possibly want more sex?
As it was, my body ached as if I had spent the last week at the gym instead of on my honeymoon. I hadn’t had so much sex in such a short period in my entire life. But it was Allison. She set me on fire, exploding like the fireworks show in the center of town every Fourth of July.
I set the snacks on the dresser and went to the bathroom. Leaning against the doorframe, I watched her. She was settled in the large claw-foot tub in front of the fireplace I had put in. The claw-foot was deep, which was the main reason I had it shipped in. When I had built the house, I knew I wanted room for my entire body, and the tub made that possible.
However, seeing her relaxing in it with her long tan leg hooked over the side, I couldn’t imagine ever using it alone again. With her head lying against a folded towel, and her long blond hair pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, she sighed, enjoying the feel of the hot water against her aching muscles.
I stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment, and wished I had my phone on me so I could take a picture of her at that moment. I stepped into the room closer to the tub, seeing her eyes closed and her plump lips open just a bit.
Steam rose from the water, and the tops of her breasts and her skin was just a tiny bit pink from the heat. The tips of her nipples were peaking as the water swayed back and forth across them. Again, my cock twitched, and I wondered how it was even possible to be rock hard yet again.
I was about to speak up when I heard her whisper to herself.
“Mrs. Wyatt James.”
I grinned, enjoying the sound of her name just as much as she did. I bet if she had a notebook and a pen, she would be writing my name all over it like we were back in high school. Granted, when I was in high school, she was still playing with dolls, but age was just a number.
Again, she whispered, “Mrs. Wyatt.”
“I love the sound of it too, Angel,” I said by her side, making her gasp and sit up, splashing water everywhere.
“You scared the crap out of me, Wyatt.”
“I’m sorry. Are you enjoying yourself?”
She relaxed again, settling her head on her towel, and nodded.
“Very much.”
“Here,” I said, reaching over for the remote and turning on the fireplace beside her. “This is even more relaxing.”
“Yes. It’s perfect.”
She sank lower into the tub, the water rushing up over her chest, and sighed with pleasure. I decided then it was time for me to join her. I pulled my boxers down and over my thighs, letting them drop to the marble flooring beneath my feet. Her eyes devoured me, her blue orbs darkening, letting me know she liked what she saw.
“You’re such a beautiful man.”
“You say that as you stare at my cock.” I chuckled.
She laughed. “Just get your cute butt in here with me already.”
