18. Clay #3
“Yes, I’m well aware, but my focus is down there.” I jut my chin to her bottom half, apparently feeling bold and like a death wish is on the agenda for this afternoon.
“How did you get in here?” she asks, then throws a hand up, cupping both breasts with one hand, losing control and slipping a nip out, screaming and then suctioning her body against the tub in hopes of hiding herself from me.
Too bad I have memorized every inch of her body from head to toe.
She can try to cover herself, but I know every little freckle and scar she holds on that perfect skin of hers.
“I have a key, remember?” I smile.
“Shit,” she whispers, forgetting she just gave me a damn key. Wow, she really is forgetful now that another human is taking over her brain cells.
The longer I stare at her in that tub, even just the little bit of skin that’s showing, the more my dick thinks he’s going to get some, so he’s making himself known.
“Get some control of that, Clay!” She’s motioning toward my dick.
“Abby, I can’t. It’s been a while! What do you want me to do?” I move my hand over my jeans, and I swear even a slight touch to the area feels like it might set me off.
“Don’t act like you haven’t gotten any since that night.” She rolls her eyes.
I look away because I haven’t touched anyone since I’ve been with her.
“You can’t be fucking serious.” She chuckles.
“You think this is funny?” I wave my hand over my junk because the more I look at her, the more my dick strains behind my zipper. The discomfort is only mounting.
“It seems you have just as much pent-up frustration as me,” she says, this time a sly smile painting her lips.
“You’re fucking naked in front of me, and you think I won’t react?” I tell her, throwing my hands in the air.
“I didn’t invite you in here, remember?” This time, she stands up, and I can’t help the confusion in my expression.
She doesn’t even try to cover herself as if all the timidness she had just a few minutes ago is replaced by a boldness I am not expecting.
Then, she takes a step out of the tub. At first, I think she’s going to come at me, but she turns to the vibrator, grabs it, and returns to the tub, sitting back down in the water.
“Well, are you going to leave me alone so I can finish what I started?” she says while I stand there, my jaw permanently on the ground because this is not the woman I married. She was never this forward when it came to sex.
“What if I said I’ll stay right here,” I throw back, sort of curious how she’ll respond.
“Suit yourself.” She grabs her left breast and squeezes, poking her tongue out to graze the bottom of her lip. Fuck, I just want to kiss the hell out of her right now or plunge my cock down her throat. Not sure which one, actually.
I can’t form words because I think I’m short-circuiting as I watch her move the vibrator into the water. We never did toy play when we were married. My eyes follow it to where I assume is down the apex of her thighs, but then she surprises me with what she says next.
“You want to play too, Clay?”
I must be fucking dreaming right now. My mouth is as dry as the Sahara. There is no way she’s asking me to join her. Before I can ask her what she means, she elaborates.
“If I’m going to get myself off, you might as well do the same.” She smiles, and right then, she must put the vibrator to her clit because she arches her back, closes her eyes, and makes the most beautiful sound come out of her mouth.
I don’t even try to clarify if she’s serious, so I rush to unbuckle my jeans and push my pants and boxers down. I’ve got my dick in my hand, and the moment I stroke myself, I already know it won’t take much to get me to the brink.
Abby is a goddess in that tub. The water, along with the moans that take over the bathroom, it’s fucking bliss. I watch her free hand glide along her body, pinching her nipples, her chest rising and falling faster the closer she chases her high.
I want this to last a little longer because I know the moment I fall off this cliff, she’s going to build that fucking wall again, and I’ll have to leave. But there’s no escaping the feeling that’s building up along my spine.
Abby’s just as mesmerized, watching me stroke my cock, her eyes fixated on my length as she keeps one hand under the water, where I imagine the vibrator works her clit.
I bet watching me is turning her on just as much as watching her is getting me hotter.
I wish I could take over and bury myself deep inside her.
I’m moving my hand along my length faster, and Abby’s moans are getting louder.
“Clay, I’m going to come,” she says and arches her back, calling out my name as her eyes close. I’m following right behind her, ropes of cum flowing out of me as I say her name and wish I was burying myself deep inside her where I know I belong.
As we are both coming off our high, we start to slow our breaths, and I grab tissue to clean myself up.
She pulls the vibrator out of the water and places it to the side, moving her hands up and trying to situate the bubbles around to cover her breasts.
She turns the nozzle, in what I assume is an effort to warm the water a little more.
I pull my boxers and pants up, moving to wash my hands, looking at her through the reflection in the mirror. She doesn’t seem uncomfortable by my presence, which is a relief after what we just did.
In all our time as a couple, we’ve never been this sexually adventurous together. We were always comfortable in the bedroom, but I can’t say we ever pleasured ourselves in front of each other. And there’s something incredibly hot about it. Seeing her come undone like that was freeing and beautiful.
I finish washing my hands and turn toward her while I’m drying them. “Abby, that was different for us.”
“I think everything we’ve done is a little different these days,” she says as she takes the bar of soap and lathers her arms.
“I can’t argue with that. But that was hot,” I tell her, throwing the towel on the bathroom counter. “Where did that come from?”
“It came from a need. I have hormones coursing through me, and let’s be honest. Seeing you there, imagining you without your shirt on, did things to me. Then seeing you half naked just now helped me get my needs met. And I think you got something out of it too.” She smiles.
I lean down, my arms straddling each side of the tub.
“Yeah, but you can’t deny the chemistry, Abby.
We were made for each other, baby. And you know it’s not just about needs being met.
You and I both know you want more than just a good view.
That vibrator isn’t going to cut it the entire time during the pregnancy,” I whisper into her ear.
Goosebumps erupt along her skin, and I see her breath hitch.
It takes everything in me not to say fuck it and just submerge myself into the water.
Instead, I let my gaze trail down to her breasts, which already look a little bigger from the pregnancy, and my lips graze her jaw.
She moves her head over, letting me trail open-mouth kisses down her neck.
“Someone really is horny. Imagine if you let me fuck you right now. Imagine if you were on that bed right now, how wet you’d be for me,” I say as I poke my tongue out and lick her neck.
“Mmmm,” she moans, closing her eyes, her breath accelerating, and I know she’d be ready to go again if I asked her to. But I need her to want me to come back. I can’t give in too easily.
“Maybe next time we can play a little longer,” I say, and I pull away.
“Where are you going?” she yells as I retreat.
“Abby, your fingers are going to prune, sweetheart. Plus, you don’t want that water to get too hot. Remember what the doctor said.”
My laugh escapes, and I hear her frustrated grunt as I leave her bathroom, then the apartment. I can’t lie and say I’m not hard again because everything about Abby turns me on, but I have to keep her wanting more, so I’ll play the long game until she’s writhing for more.
Because winning my girl back is still endgame.