I step back, away from temptation, to let her sleep. The back of the house, guarded by a row of tall townhomes, is dark but I draw the shades closed anyway, leaving the only light emanating from her ensuite bathroom. Quietly, I make my way there to turn it off but instead I find myself stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind me.
The room smells like her—lemons and roses and some other soft scent. I turn hard instantly. This is the room where she’s naked, where she runs her hands over her body under the jets of water. I can imagine her in here, letting her robe fall to the floor, turning the water on, and stepping inside. If I hadn’t agreed to allow her space, I could be in here with her. I’d lather up my hands and run soapy fingers down her arms, over her chest. I’d cup her tits and hold them to my mouth so I could suck her nipples until her knees buckled and she had to steady herself against the marble bench. I’d kneel on the tile, not caring that the hard surface bit into my skin, because from that position, I could spread her legs wide and tongue her pussy.
She’d have to lean on me. She’d have to dig her nails into my shoulders and back to keep her balance while I finger fucked her tight, juicy cunt and sucked her tiny clit until she creamed on my hand and face. I’d lick all of that essence up and then force her to ride my face again. She’d be into it, undulating her hips and grinding down hard because my tongue wasn’t filling her up. She’d be needy. She’d want the cock. She’d beg for it.
It’d be easy enough to change positions, flip her around so I was sitting on the bench and she’d be sitting on me. I’d have her face away so her sweet knees wouldn’t get bruised. She’d slide down my hard cock so easily because her cunt would be slick from her cum and my mouth. Her hands would grip my knees. It’s a precarious position. She’d have to wholly rely on me but I’d hold her secure with one arm clamped around her waist. I’d need one hand free so I could play with her pussy while she rode me. Her tits would bounce with each gyration on my lap and it’d be agony that I couldn’t thumb her nipple or suck on them. The next round would be her facing me so I could be feasting on her breasts while she orgasmed around my cock.
I can hear her moans in my ear, feel her fingers scrape against my scalp. I push down my pants and grasp my swollen shaft, rubbing myself in hard, swift motions.
She’d tell me not to stop. She’d tell me that she was coming. She’d scream it in my ear so loud that the glass would shatter but I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep fucking her, driving into her so hard that I could feel her womb bumping up against the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, my cum streaming out of my cock. My seed spills onto the sink and a brush she left out. When I come to, I clean it all up, trashing the brush and using a washcloth to wipe away the traces of my self pleasure. I drag a hand over my face and stare into the mirror. It’s been five years of this. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.
14
Orchard
I lie on my bed looking up at the ceiling. Things have been different. I’m not sure what’s happening. Or maybe it’s me that’s different. All those feelings I’d thought I buried years ago have come bubbling to the surface this past week—causing me to have a little bit of hope that maybe there is still a chance for us.
Five years ago I told myself that I’d hate Heath. It would make things so much easier for me. If I focus on the anger then I could push away the attraction I’d felt for him. Over the years he’s made it easy to keep that wall up. We both kept each other at arm’s length. Now he is beginning to shorten the distance between us. The more time we spend together, the closer we get. Even today we’ve been texting on and off. Not about anything important but still we are talking way more than normal. I am starting to actually feel married.
It’s strange to only be learning about your husband after you’ve already been married for five years. Our relationship didn’t start out in the traditional sense but I need to try to leave that in the past if we’re ever going to move forward in some kind of way.