I felt my belly clench.
“Henley…”
“Please?”
It was the soft way that she pleaded, and how her eyes went all soft, that swayed me.
“Fine,” I said. “But if you cry, I’m never going to allow this again.”
Henley winked. “I have a solution to that, too.”
Her solution was to get drunk.
On our wedding night.
Fuck. Me.
***
At one point in time, I likely would’ve woken up when a woman was grinding her pussy into my cock well before I got to the point as the one I’d found myself in…but I blamed that fact on Henley.
I trusted her implicitly.
And that trust extended to acts of sex, apparently.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t let her continue without knowing if she was completely sober.
I did not want to take advantage of her. Not one single bit.
And, sadly, she’d been drunk the entire night.
I’d had to head off multiple advances from her since then, and I quickly realized that my wife was a happy drunk—and a horny one.
She was also the cutest thing in the world.
I just hoped that she didn’t freak out when she remembered what she’d done the night before.
Instead of doing what I wanted to do, which was shift so that my cock was at her entrance, I stilled her hips instead.
When I did, she sat up, and I realized that I could just barely make out her face thanks to the rising sun outside my window.
And she was not under the influence any longer…unless you counted sleep.
Because then she’d definitely done what she’d been doing inadvertently because as she sat up, the sleep cleared from her eyes, and then horror replaced it.
She was up and out of my lap faster than my mind could process, and I called out to her but realized that was futile.
She didn’t have her transmitter on. She didn’t sleep with it in, like many with hearing impairments didn’t.
As I watched her dash into the bathroom, I realized that my half of the duplex was unequipped for someone like Henley.
I’d have to remedy that immediately.
And, while my mind was on the subject, I texted my sister and asked her if she would send me everything that she had in stock supplies wise. She texted back immediately, but I ignored the text and moved until I was sitting on the end of the bed.
There I stood, waiting for her to come back.
Then I heard the shower turn on, and I grinned.
It was twenty minutes later when I made the discovery.
She was hiding in the shower when I finally realized that she was waiting for me to leave before she came out.
Something that I wasn’t going to be doing.
Instead of getting dressed like I’d been intending, I walked into the bathroom—surprised when I found it unlocked.
Instead of contemplating that too hard, I walked straight into the shower and didn’t stop until I was crowding her, my dick leading the way.
The first thing I saw when I entered the steamy shower was the long, shapely expanse of her back.
The line of her spine was intoxicating, and her ass? Yeah, I wanted nothing more than to feel that pounding against my thighs as I took her from behind.
I moved up behind her before I even realized what I was doing.
She froze when my hard cock prodded her in the ass—her hands lathering shampoo into her long locks.
She hadn’t startled, though, and for that, I knew it was due to her trust in me.
When she didn’t say anything, I turned her around by grabbing her by the hips and then tugged her close so that the water was only running down her backside, instead of into her hair.
When her eyes finally found the courage to meet mine, I spoke slowly so she could read my lips.
“How do you expect to have a baby, if you don’t let me touch you?”
She licked her lips. “I…I…ummm….”
I found my lips twitching at her stuttered words.
“You may think that you’re not attractive.” I reached for her hand, which was still covered in suds. “But you are.”
When she would’ve protested, I enclosed her hand with mine and then brought it to the long column of my cock.
“My dick doesn’t lie,” I told her bluntly, letting her see the truth in my eyes as well as read it off my lips. “Trust me when I say, I want you.”
She swallowed.
“The only reason I stopped you earlier was because I wanted you completely and utterly understanding about what you were about to get yourself into.”
She widened her eyes, and a small dollop of shampoo slipped from the top of her head, trailing a white line down her forehead.
I lifted my hand from hers, ran it up from her hip, to her side, and farther up to the long column of her back then neck. Once I reached her hair, I fisted it, and then yanked it backward so that her hair was in the water.