Page 86 of Love Wells Kept

“Is this okay?” I ask tentatively. The fabric pulled taut against her pussy is wet, growing wetter with every gentle brush of my finger over the area.

Fuck, she’s not just wet; she’s soaked.

“It’s okay. I’m yours.”

My breath comes staggered and panting, and Kate stares up at me, hazel eyes swirling with wonder. The bathroom’s humid, a thick cloud of condensation hanging in the air and making our skin damp.

“Let’s get in the shower, handsome.” Kate’s hands run through my hair. “We have all night.”

With a lick of my lips, I nod and let her pull my boxers down my thighs. My cock springs free and bobs in the narrow space between us. Kate takes an audible breath. Then without hesitation, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and gives one slow, anguishing stroke. I nearly come.

“Fuck, Kate. Fuck.” My stomach clenches, pulling me in on myself. I fold in her arms. She’s my sun, my world, my everything. And right now, she’s my undoing.

Letting go of her hold on my dick, she hooks both thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Then they’re sliding down her ivory thighs, and the sight of my wife’s pussy…no words. Just more “Fuck, Kate.”

She turns to open the shower door, showing off the delicious curves of her ass, and I waste no time getting into the scalding stream with her. Water rolls down her body, narrowing into two steady streams from her peaked nipples.

She gathers her mess of brown hair in one hand, holding it on top of her head. “I don’t want to go to bed with wet hair.”

“Then relax and enjoy the hot water.” I grab the coconut body wash and pool the milky substance in my hand. Typically, this is where I’d spread it down my shaft, lean against the shower wall with my eyes shut, and pretend it’s her getting me off. Tonight, I spread it across her luscious breasts, and her soft whimpers aren’t imaginary.

I continue over her shoulders, down her midsection, and when I slip a hand between her legs, we both draw in a sharp breath. The water runs down her body, washing the soap away. Floating somewhere outside of my body, I watch the way my wet hand strokes her pussy. She’s so pink and soft and beautiful.

“Watch.” My voice is stretched thin, teeth gritted.

Kate’s head tips so she’s no longer staring up at the ceiling, and her eyes briefly bounce over mine before continuing south to where I’m touching her. Biting her lip, she moans at the sight of my finger circling her clit.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop.” Her whine is so sexy I want to hear it again and again. While I touch her, eat her, fuck her.

“Your pussy is so fucking hot and”—I glide my index finger between her pussy lips, collecting the sticky wetness on my skin—“slick. Oh, God. It’s…it’s better than anything I’ve dreamed of.” One finger slips inside her, I discover heaven, and she moans my name. Old Jackson, New Jackson, the only version of my name I care about is the one slipping from her wanton lips. “Can…can I use my mouth, Kit? Can I taste you?”

I’m already bending at the knee when she gives a frantic nod of approval.

Then, “Careful you don’t slip.”

“I don’t give a shit if I do,” I respond honestly.

I kneel in front of my wife. Cock strung out and throbbing between my thighs, I part her with my fingers, trailing slow, firm circles around her clit, then skimming lightly over it. Sliding my rough fingers inside her core.

“So fucking hot. Your pussy’s so beautiful, Kate. I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” I murmur up at her, getting so close the mingling of coconut and her natural musk makes my dick twitch. I feel her muscles squeeze at the sound of my voice, and a small whimper gets lost in the sound of falling water.

“You like hearing me talk about how gorgeous I find your pussy?” With a small gasp, she tightens around my fingers. Oh, she likes it, all right. I swallow down the last of my nerves, focusing on all the things I’ve imagined saying to her in my filthiest daydreams. “My fingers are fucking soaked, Kit. Bet you wish it was my tongue—I do, too. God, I’d love to know if you taste as good as I imagine.”

I kiss her pubic bone and then her inner thigh, driving her wild with desire. Her hips buck against my touch as I move to repeat my teasing kisses on the other side. Her needy whine crowds the shower, sending shivers skating down my spine. I rub my beard against her thighs, relishing the view of my knuckles dragging in and out of her entrance.

The gentle spread of her glistening pussy with my fingers makes me salivate. “Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

Her legs spread a little wider. “I do.”

“Tell me.”

The muscles in Kate’s neck bob with a hard swallow. “Use your tongue and make me feel good.”

Arching my neck to bring my lips to her slick, heated skin, I replace my fingers with my tongue. Water cascades down her legs on either side of my face, and I lap her up with a slow ice-cream lick. Broad strokes, savoring every part of her. Sweet and salty, the intoxicating flavor of her pussy lingers on my tongue and tingles something deep in my mind. Specks of reminiscence like drops of water pattering against my brain.

“Could you—” Kate grips my skull, guiding my tongue exactly where she needs it, and her back arches.

“Like this?” The tip of my tongue gives her tender bud a barely-there flick.