Bryant

 

Having gotten up early to drop Cohen home, I walk through our door expecting to find a still sleeping Faith lying in bed. Instead, I’m met with mussed blankets and empty sheets, and the sound of her adorably tone-deaf singing coming from the master bathroom.

Two birds, one stone—or in this case, shower. I don’t question walking in, and that’s because she’s left the door wide open whereas usually, she closes it. This is how it used to be when we were living together. Open means go, closed means no.

Bending down, I kick my shoes away and pull off my socks. I’ve shrugged my tee over my head by the time I’m through the bathroom door. The glass in the new shower we finished on Friday is steamed up, but I can still make out Faith’s curvy silhouette.

Anticipation fills me. It’s not just that this will be the first time making love to my wife, but also the first time I’ve taken her in twelve long years.

My pants and boxers are gone when I reach for the shower door, the singing now a low hum. I open it and catch the unadulterated, mouthwatering sight of Faith’s naked body. Water sluices down over her skin, clinging to her curves. Her hands are in her hair, foaming shampoo covering the strands.

“Good morning, hubby,” she whispers without turning around. Her low, seductive tone shoots straight to my already straining dick.

She turns slowly, her hooded eyes meeting mine for barely a second before she tips her head back and massages her scalp with her fingers, washing the suds free. I follow their path down her body, over her apple-shaped ass, and to her legs that I can’t wait to have wrapped around my back.

“Are you going to come in, or just stand there and watch?” she murmurs, continuing with her task and not stopping to look. I can tell she’s affected though. Her rosy pink nipples are drawn tight, her breathing labored.

That spurs me into action. I step inside the shower, closing the door behind me, steam swirling around us. I reach for her hips and slide my hands slowly up her sides. My thumbs graze the underside of her perfect breasts, making her breath catch as she turns in my arms, pressing her back and delectable ass against me.

“Your mom called…” she says

“Mm-hmm…”

“She asked if we wanted to go to church with her this morning.”

My hands still for a second before taking slow, measured glides up and down her back. Dipping my head, I bury my face in her coconut-smelling hair. “I’d rather worship at home.”

“I may have said something similar…” she muses.

“I can still have you screaming the Lord’s name in minutes,” I rasp into her ear, catching the lobe between my teeth and tugging.

Faith tilts her head to the side to give me more room as my lips dance over her skin to her soft neck. “God, that feels good,” she moans.

“See? Saying his name already and I haven’t even made you come yet.”

Without warning, Faith grabs one of my hands from her hip and dives it down between her thighs so we’re both cupping her sex.

“Feel free to get right on that,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. I cup her jaw and turn her face towards me so I can claim her mouth, driving my tongue inside to slide against hers at the same time as I flex the heel of my hand against her clit. I roll my wrist, rocking back and forth before ever-so-slowly easing one finger inside her scorching heat.

She reaches behind and between us and wraps her fingers around my cock. Her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip as she lowers her lids. Her lips press against my throat, her panting breaths caressing my sensitized skin. “I forgot about this,” she breathes.

I chuckle, unable to hold back a satisfied smirk. “It hasn’t gotten any bigger since the last time you saw it. Believe me, I’ve measured.” Her eyes snap open as she jerks her head back and narrows her gaze on mine. “I meant the perfect feel of you in my hand. But wait, you measured it?”

My slow-growing grin is my answer. It was only once. What can I say? I’m a man of my word.

When Faith runs her fingers over the head of my cock and smirks at me, her glazed eyes all-knowing, I decide it’s time to keep my promise to make her come with my hands. At least the first time, anyway. The next time I’m going to be buried deep inside her, and I’ll be doing it right along with her.

I grit my teeth and shift my hips out of reach. She huffs adorably, a sound that turns into a soft moan that makes my cock throb. I press the pad of my thumb to her clit, moving the tip in dizzying circles. She bucks her hips against me, riding my two fingers, clenching tight. Her entire body goes taut, and she gasps for breath. Her fingers grab hold of my hair, crushing her lips to mine and crying out my name—not God’s—into my mouth as she falls hard over the edge.

I ease my fingers slowly out then back in, bringing her back down to Earth as her limp body sags against mine. I brace my knees to take her weight, thankful for the fact we have endless hot water now.

When she opens her eyes and looks at me, the love I see shining there has my chest threatening to burst. The mere thought of this woman is enough to ruin the strongest of men. Having her naked, happy, and sated in my arms is better than any memory or dream I could have ever conjured up.

I kiss her again, not wanting to stop, knowing I don’t have to.

She’s mine in every way possible again.

Pulling apart, she turns in my arms, lifting her hands to frame the back of my head. She touches the tip of her nose to mine.

“You spoiled my fun,” she says with a pout, her bright eyes giving her away.

“Are you complaining?”

“About you not letting me make you come? Yes,” she huffs.

I drop my hands to her ass, pull her in tight, and rock my hard cock against her. “Oh, you’re going to make me come all right, and it’ll be when my cock is buried so deep inside you, you won’t ever imagine another moment without us being together again.”

I don’t mean for it to sound as possessive as it does, but that’s not to say it’s not true. Her eyes flash, but then she’s kissing me again. Her tongue is waging a war that I’m more than happy to let her win, especially because the way she’s attacking me now means we’ll all come out on top in the end… or I’ll come while on top.

Grabbing her hips, I lift up at the same time as she jumps. Her arms tightly clench around my back as I lean over with one arm and shut off the water. Pressing the door open with my elbow, I reach for a towel before carrying Faith out of the bathroom.

“Wait, we’ll ruin the bed.”

“Fuck the bed. Better still, fucking you while ruining anything will make any expense worth it.”

Before she can say another word, I cradle the back of her head in my hand, put a knee to the bed, and together, we bounce onto the mattress.

Then we’re all over each other. There’s kissing, hands, moans, groans, teeth, tongues, and doing everything and anything possible to drive the other one crazy with lust. I straddle her legs and bend my neck to suck her nipple between my lips, pulling hard like I know she used to like. Her back arched so high she’s damn near levitating, her hands on my head holding me to her, her hips grinding against me every chance they get.

Knowing I won’t last long if she stays this hot for me, I place my outstretched hands on the bed on either side of her head and lift myself up above her.

She strains her neck and tries to pull me back in for a kiss, but I stay strong—miraculously—and grin down at her. “Babycakes, you’re hard enough on my self-control. If I keep this up, I’m going to lose it before I’ve done what I need to.”

Her brows bunch together. “But I already—”

This time I do lower myself down so she can feel everything she’s doing to me. I brush my mouth against hers and smile when she tries to keep me there. “You have, and you will come again, but I want to be in you when it happens.”

“Oh…” She breathes, her lips curving up before she tilts her head to the side and lifts a brow. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I lower my head and give her a hard, fast, and full-of-meaning kiss before pushing up off the bed and reaching in my nightstand drawer for a condom.

Standing in front of her beside the bed, I rip the foil packet open and make quick work of rolling the latex down my shaft.

Faith bends at the waist, meeting me halfway as I lower my body back down to hers. She spreads her legs so my hips can fall between them. I brace my elbow on the mattress, kissing her soft and slow as I reach between us and position my cock, dragging the tip through her wetness then pressing just the head inside. With my mouth hovering over hers, our gazes locked, I whisper, “I love you,” as I slowly push inside. She drags a hand down my back to grip my ass, tugging my body flush with hers and forcing me deep.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes back in my head, watching her expression turn to one of bliss as she takes all of me.

I still, wanting to give her time to get used to me, but the bite of her nails into my skin and her tongue diving between my lips make it an impossible feat.

From then on, it’s hell for leather. We go at each other like it’s been forever since we’ve touched—because it has. Our lips fuse together. Her hips lift to meet my thrusts, drawing me deeper inside of her. My hands can’t touch her enough, and my mouth can’t kiss her hard enough, long enough. I wonder if I even need air to breathe because that would mean not having my mouth on her. She hooks her calves around my thighs, pulling me closer, and it’s everything that I’d imagined it would be.

Her muscles tense, her arms tightening around my shoulders as I feel my climax barreling toward me. My thrusts become erratic, and I know I have to get her there again before letting myself succumb to my own release. I slide my hand between us and press two fingers to her clit, stroking over the slick nub. She tears her mouth from mine and buries it in my neck, nipping and kissing my skin, her soft whimpers coming hard and fast as she lifts up, and up, and then, with a tell-tale hitch of her breath, she cries out my name and her orgasm takes hold of her. Two clumsy thrusts later, I plant myself to the hilt and groan out her name as my own release hits me like a freight train going a million miles an hour.

We lay there in each other’s arms as we come down from that incredible high. When I try to roll to the side, she holds me tight, keeping my weight on her, not letting me go.

“This is where you always belong. Right here, in my bed, in my arms. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her cheek. When her breath catches, and she stills, I know she didn’t miss the significance of my words. In that one confession, I’ve willingly laid myself open, revealing my one remaining vulnerability.

As if she’s realized how open and bared I am, she turns her head, bringing her lips to my ear and saying the exact thing I needed to hear.

“Good. Because now I’m finally home.”