Nicolla mouthed a wow. “I’m just happy that I’m free from Harry. I didn’t think I’d be financially secure too.”
“You deserve that money from all the movies you made. So, what’s your plan after the dust settles?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. But I know I always wanted a nice big house with a white picket fence in the suburbs, with a nice boring husband, living a nice boring life.”
“Husbands,” Kelly corrected.
“And, Kelly”—Nicolla smiled sweetly—“thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I’m glad we’re friends, even though you’re so friggin’ prissy.” Kelly laughed. “Now, off and wake Andi up. It’s seven forty-five and you’re due for your morning nookie.”
“Nookie?”
“Oh come on, you’re not going to ruin my hard work, are you?”
“Okay, okay.”
“Love you heaps, Ms Prissy.”
Kelly decided to take a quick shower before she woke Andi up as Nicolla had ordered. She felt sticky and fragrant with the scent of sex and semen. Nicolla must have wrung him out last night. As she lathered her body with soap, her husband opened the shower door and poked his head through the crack. “Morning, liebchen. Save some for me to soap.”
Her heart thundered. For the past few years, Andi hadn’t talked to her beyond a few words out of necessity. Now he called her liebchen, just like when they’d first got married—and that warm voice, so full of love…
“Morning, Daddy Bear.” Kelly cupped her breasts, putting on a low seductive voice like Nicolla. “I’m sure I saved some for you, if you want to get wet with me.”
“Give me a minute.” He shed his pyjamas and joined her in the shower. He opened his arms and she jumped into them. Kelly wrapped her legs around his waist, snuggling into him as if they were made for each other. Her breath stalled when Andi trapped her body between him and the shower stall. She loved to have their naked bodies pressed against each other.
“I missed you a lot,” Kelly whispered.
“Already?” He grinned. “We only went to sleep before dawn.”
That explains why I feel so sore. “Between dawn and now was a long time. I need my morning fix.”
“Such an insatiable little temptress you are, but I’m not going to complain.” Andi brushed his lips on hers. She made a small impatient noise when he only teased her. She missed kissing him—it had been quite a while. God, she couldn’t remember the last time they had kissed. Must be some years back, when they’d stopped having sex altogether. “Shh.” Andi pressed a finger on her lips when she impatiently tried to kiss him hard. “We’ll do this slow, okay? I don’t want to rush.”
“Why?”
“Because…” Andi brushed his lips on hers again. “I’m in the mood for a slow fuck this morning. I’ve been abusing your body for the past several days, I don’t want you to get sick.”
Kelly laughed. Her laugh turned into a moan of pleasure when he kissed her with passion. She tightened her arms around his neck as he captured her mouth with his and kissed her greedily. She writhed in his grip squeezing his waist with her thighs when he bit her lower lip. A feverish wave of lust swept over her. He supported her we
ight with one arm, while groping her ass cheeks with his free hand, squeezing them. Kelly made an urgent noise.
Andi ventured further, his fingers on her pussy, feeling her. She was wet from the shower and from her own arousal. Her sex lips were plump, moist—waiting like a forbidden fruit ready to be plucked. She closed her eyes when he slipped a finger between her slippery folds.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He kissed her hard again, as he was gently probing her depths. Opening her. Unveiling her. Her wet, hot channel enveloped his finger. She heard a harsh grunt, but then realised it was hers. He pushed, burying his finger up to his knuckle. Then, gently, he fingered her, in and out, stroking her slowly. Her pussy clasped him, loving his attention. He stroked harder. Kelly moaned.
“Oh, you like it…”
A gurgle of laughter bubbled from her throat. “Love it.” She squeezed his finger with her muscles. He pulled out and shifted her weight on his arm, still trapping her against the shower stall. He grabbed his cock and positioned the tip to where his finger had made a brief acquaintance. He nudged her tentatively.
“Oh,” Kelly whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Andi paused. “It hurt?”
“No.” She breathed out. “Not at all.”
“Are you sure?”