no idea what’s going on around her, yet my guilt chips away one of the last pieces of my heart.
“Forgive me, sweet girl,” I whisper against her cheek.
I glance at the still closed bedroom door and make my way into the bathroom where I nonchalantly open the towel and let it drop to the floor.
I hope you’re watching, Trent. I’m about to give you the show of your life.
My ass goes in the air when I curve my body downward, pulling the plug from the drain. Straightening my spine, I reach for the bottle of lotion on the counter then perch my behind on the edge of the tub, my long legs stretching out in front of me. I begin to apply the lotion with seductively slow strokes, starting at my toes, up and down in soft, lazy circles, moaning the minute I reach my inner thigh.
Stationing myself upright, I pump a couple more dollops of lotion into my hand and hoist one leg up onto the edge of the tub so that my backside now faces the camera. My right hand comes around, and like a temptress, I palm the cheek of my ass.
My fingers leisurely skim the crack, caressing lightly right down the middle until I land on the small pucker of my hole. Do I dare dip my finger inside or spread my ass cheeks wide, hoping he sees? I remember his fascination with my ass and how he took me rough and hard. My pussy is already clenching at just the memory. Placing my leg back on the floor, I stoop low, ass in the air, reaching for the bottle of lotion.
Positioning my body back on the side of the tub, the seduction continues as the smell of lilacs assaults my nose. I start back at my upper thigh, trailing higher until I am cupping both of my aching breasts in my hands. I play with my nipples, pinching and pulling them.
Keeping one hand there, I squirt a little lotion into my free hand and begin to draw delicate circles around my taut peaks. I feel my breast milk leaking, mixing in with the scented cream. Leaning my head back against the cool, tiled wall, I whimper at the sensation of touching myself. I’m imagining it’s Turner’s strong, masculine hands trailing up and down my cleavage, dipping one hand to the underside of my breast while firmly playing with the other.
“Oh, God, that feels so good.”
My eyes close as I speak. My thumb is running back and forth over my nipple, while my other hand sprawls across my stomach, inching its way toward my pussy.
I reach my wet center and my legs fall open; one resting on the edge of the tub and the other planted on the floor. I’m aroused and stress free, lying in my bed with Turner coaxing forth my pleasure, dipping his fingers in and out as he teases me the way he used to before driving me out of my mind with a craving for him to finger me wildly.
“Yesss . . .”
My hand spreads me wide, my index finger gliding up my slick core. The more I stroke my outer walls, the wetter I get. I make a couple more passes, lubricating my fingers, then sink two of them deep inside.
I plunge them in and out, curling them forward until I hit that spot against my inner walls that begins to send me over the edge. Pleasure rips through me.
“Oh, fuck me! This feels so good.”
My thumb moves to my clit without me even thinking about it. All I can see is Turner’s face; the way he would watch me so intently when I would fall apart at his talented hands, his rough then gentle strokes. A quiet sob escapes my throat thinking about him and how much I love him, in spite of everything I have done to break every vow spoken the day we got married. I know he would forgive me. He would understand.
I will always love you, I say to him in my heart.
I’m here with you. I will never leave your dreams.
The sound of his voice in my head is my undoing as my orgasm curls my toes. A low, strangled cry passes my lips as my juices flow.
My eyes pop open. I know I’m bright red, and beads of sweat are rolling down my forehead. Removing my fingers from inside of me, I do one last thing before I clean myself up. I bring