decker
“I’m soglad to be home. Today felt like it was never ending.” Leena isn’t wrong. I watch as she moves to the closet. Her suitcase is open, clothes spilling out and over on the floor. Neither of us have had time to discuss when she’ll be moving in, only that her apartment doesn’t compare to my house, and there’s no way she’d expect me to give up my patch of land with a home that’s perfect.
“It all came out for the better in the end.” By the time I’m out of my shoes, socks, and shirt, Leena is coming out of the closet with not a stitch of clothes on, carefree about her body, not worried about a damn thing. Not that she has any reason to be. I didn’t marry her for only for her body; there’s way more than what meets the eye: the goofiness she exudes, how adventurous she is compared to my need to plan things down to the very hour of the day, the wistfulness. Some days, she reminds me of that Disney character that has her head stuck in a book, and if it weren’t for Melanie, my niece, I probably wouldn’t even know who that is.
“It did. Still doesn’t mean that I’m not emotionally drained. I swear you’re the only man in my life who doesn’t zap me dry. Well, unless you’re doling out orgasms. Even then, one look, that licking of your lip, or your teeth nipping at that lip of yours, and I’m ready for more.” I stand up, unbuckling my belt, taking care of the button in my jeans along with the zipper, using my hands to push them and my boxer briefs to the ground. There’s no fucking way I’m missing out on an opportunity of a shower with my wife. Not after today. She’s not wrong; shit was draining. Having to talk about Elijah is not a cup of tea I tend to enjoy.
“Baby, you think I’m going to let you shower on your own when today has been full of drama even if it did end on good times with a few drinks? There’s no damn way I’m letting you in there without me.” I walk towards her, my hand reaching for hers. She veers until we’re pressed together, our hands untangle, and I’m gripping the curves of her hips. Thankfully, my wife gets the memo as her legs wrap around my waist, arms going to my neck, and those tantalizing fingers of hers delve into the longish strands at the back of my head.
“I was hoping you’d join me. Seems to me I didn’t have to hope too much either.” That sweet smile on her face, the happiness lighting up through her eyes, I know tonight is the night.
“The way you were walking away from me said otherwise.” I squeeze her ass cheeks that are in the palm of my hands, pulling her along the length of my cock.
“Maybe I was just enticing you to follow me.” She runs her nose alone mine, something I’ve done starting that very first night. I return the sentiment, shit settling right in a way so deep in my soul, it’s ingrained there, before walking to the bathroom.
“Did a good job, then. Hit the switch.” I’m not in the mood to let her down. She turns the light on. My wife’s toothbrush is next to mine in the cupholder, her hair stuff littering the counter. It doesn’t even bother me that while in certain areas in her life she’s meticulous in how things are lined up, work mainly, but the bathroom apparently is not one of her stronger areas.
“I’d say so. Want me to turn the water on?” Leena lifts her body up, sliding it back down, notching my cock at her entrance. I could stop this if I wanted to, but what better way of telling my wife how I feel about her while I’m inside of her?
“Yeah, baby, do that.” I walk us closer to the walk-in shower. She leans back to hit the faucet, turning it on to what I’m sure is scorching hot, and my mouth descends on her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Her cunt tenses. This time, I’m not letting the roll of her hips work me, just holding us together, staying still.
“Honey, I need you to let me move,” she begs. I allow it, walking us into the shower after opening the glass door, which fucking sucks to deal with because my mouth left her tit, and one of my hands left her ass. I walk until her back hits the tile wall, slamming my cock to the hilt.
“I’m telling you this now. You deserve to hear it, and even if I haven’t said it, I want you to feel and know that I love you.” Between each of those last three words, I slide my cock out then slam back inside her, the need she’s built inside me setting a fevered pace.
“Oh God, Decker, I love you.” Her eyes close, head tipping back. My hips don’t stop the push and pull of delving deep inside of her. Those words from her lips, they’re fucking everything. I know that whatever life throws our way, as long as the two of us work through it, we’ll land on top every single time.