“Hey,” I say, stepping into the bathroom.
Joey moves to the edge and pulls off her headphones.
“Hi.” Her voice is sweet and soothing, something I missed all day. I thought I’d have time to call her, but I didn’t even have time to take a leak or grab food. Work was constant because my new co-star has to report to college for her last semester of classes so the director wants to get all her scenes done as soon as possible.
Bending down on my knees, I capture her lips with mine. I’ve missed the taste of her mouth and how she makes me feel like everything is right in the world. The attraction I feel for her is surpassing anything I have ever felt before.
Joey grabs at the buttons on my jeans and quickly works her hand inside my pants, pushing them down as much as she can over my hips. My cock jumps with anticipation knowing he’s about to get lucky.
Slipping off my shirt and losing the jeans, shoes, and socks, I step into the garden tub. The water is still hot and slightly burns my skin.
“How long have you been in here?”
“Only a few minutes.”
I pull her to me, unable to refrain from having her near me. Joey straddles me, the water sloshing around us. You would think that we’d avoid being in the tub or shower since this is the only place we could be alone while we were in the house, but yet here we are.
Her breasts are covered in soapy suds, making it hard for me to see her taut nipples, and before I can do anything about it, she leans forward and moves her wet body along mine. In an instant I’m hard and wanting to be inside of her.
“I missed you today,” I tell her, losing my fucking man card once and for all. All these emotions that she’s bringing out of me are hard to cope with, but necessary. With Jules I always felt detached, afraid to show her how I felt, but with Joey I can’t help it.
“Show me how much,” she all but begs as she continues to slide up and down my body. I don’t have to do anything when she centers herself, except guide her hips.
“This … this is what I’ve needed all day.” The words are choppy, but I manage to spit them out. Each thrust brings me deeper inside of her until I can’t take it anymore. Screwing in the water isn’t always the best.
“Come here,” I tell her as I try to maneuver us to sit on the edge. Joey follows quickly, wasting no time to straddle me. She cries out when I enter her, moving slowly until I’m fully sheathed. The lack of lubrication is not our friend right now.
“Does this hurt?”
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip. “It’ll be fine in a second.”
I brush my thumb against her clit as she moves up and down my shaft. My head rolls back when I feel her starting to get wet and her movements pick up.
“Oh God,” she moans as I bite down on her nipple and her nails dig into my back. I shouldn’t think about it, but the thought crosses my mind on how the make-up artist is going to feel tomorrow when she sees the scratches on my back. Thing is, I don’t give a flying fuck. If Joey wants to bite, pinch, and rip my skin apart, so be it. To me that means I’m doing my damn job and pleasing her.
“Best fucking welcome home I’ve ever had,” I tell her as my hands find her hips and help her thrust.
“I’ve thought about you all day.”
“I can’t wait for you to tell me all about it.”
I pick her up and place her on the counter, and as soon as I see myself in the mirror I know I want something different. Pulling out and lifting her up, I turn her so she can see, too.
“Watch while I fuck you.”
I push in slowly, watching as her eyes roll back in her head. For a moment I stare at my dick as it moves in and out of her, lost in the moment that I can do this every day with her as long as she’ll have me.
When I meet her gaze in the mirror I lose all train of thought about seduction and fuck the shit out of her. Her eyes tell me that this is what she wants, and when I see her hand splayed out on the bathroom mirror with her lip between her teeth I know I’m doing my job as her husband.
I thought I wouldn’t have any issues finding stuff to do while Josh was on set, but that’s a giant lie. My life is boring and I often find myself staring out my hotel bedroom window waiting for an alligator to pop out of the water and scare some unsuspecting tourists. Sadly, it never happens, or if it does it’s when I’m sitting here wallowing in self-pity.
I’m a supportive wife, I am. I love that he loves his job and I love him for it, but this shit is for the birds. I miss my friends, the comfort of home, and freedom. Not that I’ve been hounded by anyone, but that hasn’t stopped me from looking over my shoulder or making sure I’m wearing a ball cap and sunglasses when I step outside to go shopping. I almost wish someone would take my photo so I would have something to read online. Browsing the web for set photos has become a chore and seeing Josh with another woman sort of hits home. I know it’s all part of his job, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
My phone rings and I fly across the room to answer it, hoping it’s Josh. When he’s on set, his free time is so limited because of his co-star that he’s unable to call. He’s complained that this is the fastest he’s ever filmed a movie and the director has made some comments about it. Josh knows it’s his fault because he refused to work with Jules, which makes me love him even more.
“Hey, Joey.”
“Millie! Oh my God, how are you?”