When I went into my bedroom, Tasha was lying across the bed in all of her clothes. Obviously, she’d tried to wait up for me but couldn’t.
“Baby.” I shook her. Her eyes popped open, looking all wild and shit. “It’s me. Are you all right?” I couldn’t help but smile. She was even beautiful when I scared her out of her sleep.
“I’m sorry, baby, I tried to wait up for you,” she said, sitting up.
“Come get in the shower with me.” I grabbed her hand.
“How long have you been home? What happened? What did they say?” She got off the bed and gave me a hug. “I was freakin’ out, Trae. Murder? Are you going to beat this? A murder charge?”
“Murder and attempted murder.”
“Who did you murder?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“Nobody, baby. My prints were at a scene, but I didn’t do shit, and they can’t prove it. Benny said it won’t even get to court.”
“Who did you attempt to murder? Kyron? Or is this something old? Is it two different murder charges? The other murder, who is it?”
“Ma, stop with the questions.” She obviously had been wracking her brain trying to figure this all out. “Come on, let’s get in the shower. Aren’t you ready to wash your husband up? I’m hot, sticky, and smelly. We will talk about this madness later.” I kissed her forehead and let her go.
We went into the bathroom, and I turned on the water. A calm came over me. The shower was one of our favorite spots. My wife undressed me, and then I took my time and undressed her. She began to plant light kisses on my lips, my neck, and my chest. “I love you so much.” She told me. “Baby, I was so scared that you wasn’t coming back home to me.”
I caressed her nipples and her ass. “Oh, I was coming back.”
“I’m so glad. I needed you too. I missed you.”
“I missed you even more. Tasha, you will always be mines. And there ain’t much that can keep me away from you.”
“I know, baby.”
I walked her backward to the shower. As we stepped into the hot and steamy water, we continued to hug and kiss. I loved the sight of the water glistening off of her smooth, chocolate skin. The sound of her moans mixed with the sound of the water turned me all the way up. When we finally came up for air, Tasha grabbed the sponge, lathered it up, and began to sensually soap up my body. By the time she finished, my dick was standing way past attention.
“I love him when he gets rocked up like this. Lets me know that I’m doing my job and that my husband can’t get enough of me.”
“Oh yeah? I can’t get enough of you?” I was nibbling on her neck and playing with her nipples.
“Ummmmm. No you can’t.” she purred.
Taking the sponge from her, I took my time and gently massaged and lathered up her silky-smooth skin. Tasha took my dick into her hand and began to stroke him. The warm, soapy water caused her hand to slide effortlessly as she stared into my eyes. She wouldn’t let go of my pipe, so he remained ready and at attention. After I rinsed her off, I bent her over, making sure we were in front of the full mirror so I could watch myself as I fucked her.
“That feels sooo good.” She cooed as I entered her.
I took my time, getting thrills each time I pulled my dick out of her and chills each time it disappeared inside her. This was our time, and we loved taking advantage of it. I held back and made sure she came hard. “Traaeeee, ba . . .beeee!” she squealed. I was saving mine for the bed. I wanted to bang her head up against the headboard a few times and then turn over, lie back, and watch my baby ride. The king was home, and the queen was giving him some royal pussy.
By the time we finished trying to outfuck each other, she was no longer asking who I had murdered and when it had happened.
Two days later
“Hello.” I answered the phone in the den.
“Hello, Mr. Macklin.”
Aww, shit, here we go. Could my luck get any worse? I should have known she’d be crawling out from under her rock sooner or later. “Why are you calling my house? Why are you calling me, period?” I asked her.