it.
With a tilt of her hips, she gave him better access to stroke her slick slit with one finger while scraping his teeth lightly over her hard, sensitive nub.
“Max,” she breathed.
Fuck yes.
His cock was hard and throbbing and his balls tight with knowing she was getting wetter and soon he would get the chance to lose himself within her slick heat.
He slipped two fingers inside her and curved them, finding the spot that drove her wild, her hips following each deliberate stroke.
He knew how to get his wife tuned up. Knew what she liked, what she loved, what she wanted and needed. He was only happy to give it to her, because she gave him all of the same.
He kept strumming as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and felt her clench around him. Her breathing had become ragged, her nails now dug sharply into the flesh at his shoulders, but he didn’t let up.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Max... Keep... Keep... Don’t stop.”
He had no plans on stopping, not until she came, not until she was good and primed for his cock so he could take her directly to orgasm number two.
He didn’t think he could wait to get to the bed to slide inside her. No, he would take her in the shower before the water got too cold and then take her again in the bed.
For the next twenty-four hours, they’d make the most out of the gift they were given. Max might have to send his parents on a cruise as a thank you. He was pretty sure his brother, Marc, would pitch in since they were kid-free, too. Sort of. They couldn’t pass off one of them to the grandparents. But then, the child not being born yet was a good reason for it.
However, that wasn’t his concern. His focus was solely to get Amanda to hurry up and come so he could get them both there for her second time.
He reached up and tweaked a nipple as he sucked her clit more roughly, occasionally scraping it with his teeth as he drove his fingers home over and over.
Then she was there. Her back arched, her fingernails practically tore his skin and she cried out so loudly, the acoustics in the shower made it deafening.
But he didn’t give a shit. She could make him bleed, give him hearing loss, smother him to death between her thighs, it was all worth it.
All of it.
And when she was done, when the last ripple ebbed away, she drooped against the wall, dropped her head and stared down at him as he smiled up at her.
She smiled back and asked the same question she asked all those years ago. And it was just as breathless. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“Better than I remember.”
“What did we do next?”
“We ate.”
“You just did, but I could eat.” Her voice was soft and suggestive, and it made his balls tighten even more. Precum was escaping from his cock as fast as it was being washed away by the water.
He could not wait a whole meal to be inside his wife.
He stood. Slowly. His knees cracking as he did so. As soon as he could smooth away the wince, he asked, “What are you hungry for?”
“You,” she said simply with a lazy smile.
He ran his thumb over her wet bottom lip. “I want to fuck you.”
“You will. But I need to satisfy my hunger first and then we can have breakfast before you take me to bed and remind me of why I married you in the first place.”
He lifted an eyebrow and grabbed the root of his cock. “You only married me for this?”
“It was the main selling point.” She pushed his hand away, grabbed it in her fist, giving it a good squeeze, and brushed her thumb across the crown.
As she went to her knees, he warned, “Once you get down there, it’s hard getting back up. Just give a signal if you need help.”
She tipped her face up to him. “Like the bat signal?”
“Just a simple ‘help’ would work.”
She pinned her lips together for a second before she dropped her head and took him fully into her mouth.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, digging his fingers into her soaked hair.
She’d take him deep, then, as she slid her mouth upward, she’d swirl her tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him almost whole again.
“Baby,” he groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair, resisting