Bombshell

She stripped out of her clothes and climbed into the tub, excitement and lust ripping through her entire body as the water and suds climbed up her skin. Tonight she was going to have all of him again, like that first time. They’d made love plenty since getting married, but he wouldn’t go all the way inside her. He held back, afraid to hurt her. But she wasn’t a fragile piece of glass. She was a grown-ass woman, and she could handle him, all of him—her body was made for him.

She wouldn’t take no for an answer, not tonight.

“Bombshell?” he asked as he entered the room.

“I’m in the bathtub, Merrick. Can I borrow your razor?”

He came into the bathroom, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. He started to hand it to her, but before she could take it he drop it, and it splashed into the suds.”

“Whoopsies,” he said, emulating her feminine voice.

Bombshell burst out laughing.

It was clear he knew exactly what she wanted.

And when he gave himself to her, he didn’t hold back. Filling her completely, making her his. As she screamed with the ecstasy that only he could give her, she felt the stir of the life inside her, and knew that all was right with the world.

The End.