Page 144 of Certified To Handle You 2

The lights was low, soft music played from hidden speakers and the whole place smelled like vanilla, sandalwood and whatever flowers the people in Soléya put in they oils.

Pluto stopped near the entrance and looked around. “Pressure…”

“Don’t start askin’ questions,” I told her while closin’ the door behind us. “Just come here.”

She walked into my arms, and I kissed her until my hands found the zipper at the back of her dress. I lowered it slow, then pushed the material from her shoulders while keepin’ my eyes on her face. Once the dress fell around her feet, I took off my clothes. I kissed her forehead and took her hand.

I led her into the shower where warm water was already runnin’ from the ceilin’. Steam moved around us as I stepped under it with her and pulled her against my chest.

For a while, I only held her…

Her head rested under my chin while water moved down both our bodies. I rubbed my hands along her back and kissed the top of her head until Pluto lifted her face toward mine.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’m perfect,” she answered soft.

I reached for the soap and started washin’ her body myself. I took my time over every part of her. I washed her shoulders, arms and back before kneelin’ between her thighs and washin’ her good.

Pluto rested one hand on my shoulder while she watched me move lower.

When I stood again, Pluto reached for the soap and washed me in return. Her hands moved over my chest, arms and back while her eyes followed every place she touched. I let her ‘cause I knew care needed to go both ways, and this was her way of showin’ me she still wanted to give somethin’ too.

When we finished, I wrapped her in a warm towel and dried her before handlin’ myself. Then I took her hand and walked her toward the bedroom.

Rose petals covered the bed, and bottles of oil sat on a tray next to chilled champagne, glasses, strawberries, melon and chocolate. More candles burned around the room, and the doors near the terrace stayed open enough for the ocean breeze to move through the curtains. Pluto stopped beside me and stared at everything.

I stepped behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my lips against the side of her neck.

“Tonight, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ but lettin’ me love you,” I told her while holdin’ her close. “However far we go, we go together.”

Pluto let out a soft moan, and that shit hit me deeper than just hearin’ it. It went straight through my chest and settled somewhere I ain’t felt in months, ‘cause I had been missin’ this sound from my wife more than I ever said out loud.

Her body eased back into mine like she remembered exactly where she belonged, trustin’ me without question, and I tightened my hold on her while I let myself feel every bit of that.

My hands slid from her waist down over her stomach slow, feelin’ all this softness, the weight she carried after givin’ me my baby, and I loved every inch of it.

I ain’t rush past nothin’. I let my palms drag over her skin like I was reacquaintin’ myself with her, and needed to remind my hands what my wife felt like after all that distance we put between us. Then I brought my hands back up to her titties and cupped ‘em full, squeezin’ ‘em slow while my thumbs brushed over her nipples just enough to make her react.

“Mm… Pressure…” she breathed, her voice soft but shaky in a way that let me know she felt this shit just as deep as I did.

Her hands came up and grabbed my arms, holdin’ on to me like she needed the contact, and I loved that. I loved how her body started leanin’ into every touch I gave her, how she wasn’t holdin’ back or second guessin’ nothin’. It felt like I had my wife back in real time, piece by piece, right here in my hands.

I squeezed her titties again, deeper this time, feelin’ how they filled my palms while her back arched into me, pressin’ that ass against my dick. That shit made me groan low in her ear, my hips pushin forward without me even thinkin’ about it.

“You feel how hard my dick is, baby?” I asked her, my voice rough, and my breath fallin’ against her skin.

She nodded first, then whispered, “Yes, baby…”

I kissed her again, slower this time, lettin’ my lips linger against her neck while my hands stayed on her, movin’ from her titties back down her body ‘cause I couldn’t get enough. My palms dragged over her stomach again, then down her sides, then back up, touchin’ her like I had been starvin’ for this exact moment. ‘Cause I had. And now that I had her right here, soft in my arms, moanin’ for me like she used to, I wasn’t rushin’ past a single second of it.

She melted into me, and I tightened my arms around her, holdin’ her close while I worked her body like I used to. Myhands moved slow, squeezin’, rubbin’ and relearnin’ every inch of her while her soft moans kept spillin’ out, one after another.

The sounds alone had my dick hard as hell behind her.

I turned her around so she was facin’ me, and for a second I just looked at her. Her eyes was already heavy, her lips parted and there was tears sittin’ there that hadn’t even fell yet. I reached up and brushed my thumb across her cheek before leanin’ in and kissin’ her slow.

She kissed me back just as deep, her hands comin’ up to hold on to me while our mouths moved together.