She shifted further back on my legs, as if determined to put distance between us. I clasped both her wrists with one hand. She gasped, looking up at me. Hooking an arm around her waist, I flipped us, pinning her against the mattress, blocking her legs by straddling her thighs. Her nightgown hiked up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing panties.
I ran my fingers over her bare thighs, watching her skin become flushed and sensitized. Her breath turned ragged when I reached her waist, pushed the nightgown even higher, exposing her breasts. I touched the underside, then the upper part, drinking in the change in her body, the way her nipples turned hard.
She attempted to wiggle out, but she was grinning from ear to ear.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Can I give you some suggestions?”
“Maybe.”
She lifted her head, feathering her lips against mine. I captured her mouth, kissing her until she squirmed underneath me. For the first time in my entire life, I was genuinely, completely happy.
Usually, at least part of my mind focused on the drive to be more, to prove to myself I was capable of making those around me proud. But Josie was proud of me for the man I was, not the one I wanted to become. I was enough for her just the way I was.
The second I relaxed my grip on her hands, she pushed me off her, wiggling out, darting straight toward the bathroom. I chased after her. My grin was just as wide as hers when I caught up with her. I turned on the water. She half laughed, half shrieked when I carried her under the warm spray without removing our clothes.
“You’re crazy,” she said.
“I know.”
After peeling the nightgown off her, I kissed her, pushing her against the tiles, only stopping long enough to get rid of my workout gear.
The water warmed our skin, but covered her scent, her taste. I pulled back, pouring shower gel in my palms.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pouting.
“Cleaning up for my wife.”
She grinned, leaning against the tiles. “Now that’s what I call a show.”
She watched me intently while I soaped up. If I hadn’t already been hard, this would have sealed the deal. I’d intended to take her to the bedroom, but I was too hungry for her. The second I turned off the water, I captured her mouth, kissing her until she arched her hips, trapping my cock between us.
“Fuuuuck.” I groaned, pulling back a little, lowering a hand between us, sliding a finger in very slowly. She was so damn wet. I kissed her hard, showing her with my tongue and finger the way I planned to fuck her.
Hard, relentless. I wanted to give her everything I had.
“I’ll make you come so hard tonight, Josie. With my fingers, my mouth. When I’m inside you.”
“Hunter.” The last syllable came out in a shaky tone.
When she gripped my shoulders, gyrating her hips against my hand, coming apart, I nearly lost it. I touched her until she rode out the orgasm, then pulled back, barely suppressing a smile when she gasped in protest.
I led us out of the shower, toweling her off first, then myself.
I wanted to prolong tonight as much as possible, to worship this woman the entire night. My entire life.
She climbed on the bed, lying back propped on her elbows, opening her thighs, tempting me. I kissed from her knees up her inner thighs before pushing her on her back completely, moving my mouth on her stomach, watching her, not wanting to break the eye contact, to miss any change in her expression.
I moved my mouth back down, positioning myself between her legs, nipping at her clit before giving her my tongue.
Josie cried out, pushing her hips up against my mouth. I was so hard that it was almost painful. I touched myself, squeezing tight, moving my hand up and down. And Josie was watching me.
“Fuck me. Please, Hunter. Please.”
Pulling back, I grinned at her, moving upward, trailing kisses on her stomach, between her breasts, until we were face to face. I kissed her hard, gripping the base of my cock, teasing her clit with the tip, watching her come apart with every touch until her legs shook.