Avery closes the dishwasher, turns it on, and then looks at me. I grin and pull her against me.
“I love you.”
Her smile widens. “I love you, too.”
“I'm going to shower. It's been a long day, and a shower sounds pretty damn good.”
“Okay. I think I'm going to lay down in a bit.”
I kiss my wife, tempted to ask her to join me in the shower, but I don't. Honestly, I'm a little tired. The past couple of days have worn me out. The steaming, hot water works wonders on my body, relaxing my muscles, and leaves me feeling refreshed. My hand reaches out for a towel, but there's not one. Shit. I didn't set one out. Avery hates it when someone doesn't dry off before stepping out of the shower and gets the floor all wet.
Peeking out, I reach to open the cabinet, but there's none in there. At all. What the fuck happened to all our towels? I'm tempted to call for Avery, but I don't want to bother her if she's already sleeping. I'll be quick about cleaning up my mess once I find our towels. I step out and open the door quietly, stopping short once I see Avery on the bed.
“We forgot about dessert, Jax,” she smiles before eating a spoonful of ice cream. There she lies in the middle of our bed, naked with a pint of vanilla ice cream in her hands.
Within seconds, I'm crawling onto the bed, hovering over her.
“Jax!” she laughs as droplets of water fall from me and onto her. “You're still wet.”
“There weren't any towels.”
Her mouth forms a perfect O, and she laughs again. “Oops. They’re still in the dryer. I knew I was forgetting to do something today.”
I pluck the ice cream from her, resting on my knees as the memories blindside me. “I'm living a dangerous life by leaving the bathroom like this, you know. My wife hates water on the floor in there. I can't believe she would start dessert without me, either.”
“I saved the best part for you,” she grins.
Oh, yes she did. I hand her the ice cream, slip my hands underneath her knees, and pull her down, so she’s laying on her back, her legs on either side of me. Avery returns the ice cream to me and I work on getting a big scoop.
“I think we should make a bucket list, but make it a sex version,” I say offhandedly as I turn the spoon over and the ice cream drops onto Avery’s chest between her breasts. She inhales sharply at the cool touch.
“Okay,” she breathes as I drag the quickly melting ice cream around each of her breasts, leaving a trail for me to follow. “Don’t let me sticky, Jax. All the towels are downstairs.”
I glance up at her with a grin. “Don’t worry; I won’t stop until it’s all gone.”
Avery’s breathing becomes even shallower when the warmth of my tongue and mouth follow the path left behind. Mmm. Vanilla ice cream and Avery, two of my favorite things to taste. Her muscles tense and shiver beneath me
before relaxing at my touch. I lick up all the ice cream until it’s gone, just like I promised. My wife sighing my name in that breathless kind of way fuels me. I drop a melty scoop onto one of her breasts and bend to lick and suck it away. The soft sounds Avery makes are ones I love, but I love her loud more. Running my mouth over her body has me aching to hear her.
“Here,” I murmur, handing the tub to her. “Leave me a trail.”
Avery smirks. “What if I don’t want you up here?”
My mind debates it for only a half a second. I’m ready to be inside her, but I want to fully satisfy my wife, too. Reaching for the spoon, I put a scoop in my mouth and quickly move down until my shoulders are between her thighs. With the taste of the vanilla ice cream in my mouth and the coolness still on my tongue, I kiss her sensitive skin. I lick once finding that she’s already wet for me.
My tongue works her body, licking, sucking, and teasing until she’s dying for more. Inserting two fingers into her, Avery moans loudly. My already hard dick seems to get even harder. She tightens around me, but I suddenly stop all movement. Avery lifts her head in a confused daze.
“I need more ice cream, Avery.”
Just like the first time we did this, she props herself up on her elbows and drizzles the last bit over her body from her navel to her hips to her belly to her ribs and on up her chest. I move my fingers once more and quickly lick up the ice cream as Avery drops the carton on the floor. I linger on her neck for a moment, slowing down the movement of my fingers, and then kiss her.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she accuses me happily when I remove my fingers before she has a chance to reach her release.
“I need a chance to catch up,” I reply, easing myself into her even though she’s more than ready for me. After three more slow thrusts, everything else but Avery falls away as I plunge into her hard and swift. I have one mission here. All I want is to hear my wife scream my name as I give her body what she’s craving, give her an orgasm, and find my own.
“Fuck, you’re so close, Avery,” I breathe heavily.
Avery’s back arches as she clutches the sheets in her hands when I grab her hips, keeping them in place. “Oh,” she starts, squeezing her eyes closed, “Jax!” she finishes in a shout. My name is a warning that she’s more than ready and a way of ordering me to push her over the edge.