Chapter 31 #2
her hard nipples digging into my palms.
She moans softly when I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, fighting back the urge I have to squeeze them until
she screams.
When I get back down on my knees to wash her legs she inhales sharply as I stroke between her thighs. I can’t help but growl
when I feel how slick she is between her folds.
“Fuck, Addison,” I say huskily, standing and removing my hands from her wet heat. She bites her lip, and I lean in to kiss her again. “Soon,” I say, rubbing my hands over her breasts and pulling her into the full spray to wash the suds off her.
“My turn,” she says, grabbing the soap herself. She squirts a healthy amount and brings it to my chest, swirling the suds
over my light dusting of chest hair. Down my arms and back to my stomach. I relish in feeling her small hands on me as she
explores my body. I’ve wanted this for so long.
Then her hands slide down my abs . . . and she strokes lower, fisting her hand over my cock. I hiss, pressing my forehead
into her neck. I kiss and suck my way to her lips as she pumps me, making me see stars. When she cups my balls with her other
hand, I grip her hair, tipping her head back to me with a groan as I devour her lips. She’s too fucking good at that.
“I’m supposed to be washing you,” I growl into the shell of her ear before nipping at her lobe.
She sighs with a small laugh on her lips as I pull my head back. “Friends don’t let friends soap up alone.”
My lips pull up into a smile and I can’t help but kiss her again. It feels good to kiss her whenever I want. Whenever she
amuses me or challenges me or pisses me off. I’m going to kiss her frequently and freely because she’s finally mine.
I turn her around, making sure I soap every inch of her back and her fucking perfect ass. I pull her tight to me and grab
the shampoo, then massage her head and hair as she presses back into me. I let her rinse out the suds and I quickly scrub
my own hair and face, enjoying watching her raise her arms to stroke the suds out of her hair.
Pulling her to me again, I kiss her already swollen lips and turn her in my arms so her ass is pressed up against my throbbing
cock. “Put your arms on the wall.”
She does as she’s asked, and I squeeze her breasts, lightly tugging her nipples in a way that has her ass pressing into my cock harder. I trail my hands lower and cup her sex, sliding a finger through her folds.
“I’m going to make you come on my fingers,” I rasp, rubbing her clit as she arches back into me, moving her hips with me.
“Luke,” she moans as I work her clit harder, feeling her legs tense against me.
“Fuck I love hearing you say my name like that.” My jaw clenches as I work my two middle digits into her tight heat as she
drops her head to watch me fuck her with my fingers.
Stroking in and out of her, I make sure my palm is rubbing her clit with every stroke as I kiss and suck her neck. Her body
moves against mine as I feel her core begin to tighten.
“Luke . . . fuck . . . I’m going to come,” she says breathily as her fingers splay out wide on the tile wall. She grinds into
my movements with every thrust of my fingers. I fight back the urge to take myself into my own hand and come along with her,
but I want her orgasm more than I want my own.
I palm her breast with my other hand, tweaking her nipples in time with my strokes. “Come on my fingers, babe, I want to feel
it.” I whisper heavily into her neck as her legs begin to shake. She reaches one hand down to mine. Not to stop me, but to
press my hand into her harder. Letting me know she wants it harder and faster, and I give her what she wants.
“Luke,” she pants out. “Luke!” Her breaths come out in quick, shallow gasps as she grips my hand that’s fucking her. Her hips
moving in rhythm to what I’m doing to her.
“I’m coming . . . I’m coming . . .” she cries out, standing on her tiptoes, and I feel her pussy pulsing around my fingers.
Her whole body tenses against mine while I hold her as she rides the waves of her orgasm, her belly contracting under my arm.
Breathing just as hard as she is, she goes slack after a moment, and I withdraw my fingers from her while she still clutches my hand. I have to pull back and grip my cock hard to relieve some tension before I fucking cum all over her back.
Desperate, Roe turns on her heels and grabs my neck, kissing me fiercely. I grip the backs of her thighs and hoist her up
around my waist, pressing her against the wall. We kiss and suck and nibble and moan and lick and devour each other for who
knows how long. Long enough for the water to run cold.
I walk us out of the shower and wrap her in a towel while I grab my own, needing a minute to calm my racing heart and my cock.
I’m not one to shy away from coming but I want to be inside her when I do it. Not spraying it on her back like a fucking neanderthal.
Roe watches me dry off with a hungry look that isn’t helping. “Looking at me like that will only get you fucked.” I tease
her, watching her drop her towel as she stalks toward me.
“That better be a promise,” she says, grabbing me by the waist of my towel and pulling me into my bedroom.
I shut the lights off, allowing the moonlight to be our guide as we slip into bed naked, clean, and warm. I crawl over my
wife, kissing up her navel and taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
She delves her hands into my hair, crying out as I flick my tongue over the tight bud. I nudge a knee between her legs, and
she opens them willingly for me. I move to kiss her lips, my fingers sliding between her thighs and finding her pussy still
wet and waiting as I thrust a finger deep inside her.
She arches her back, breaking the kiss while I slowly work in and out of her, her wet hair draped over my pillow. “You’re
so fucking wet for me, babe.” I’m so hard I know I’m leaving a trail of precum on her leg.
Nodding, she bites her lip as she thrusts her hips up. “Luke, I need you.”
My head swims hearing her say that. “Fuck, I really want to taste you, but I can save that for later. I need to be inside you or I’m going to lose it.” I turn and rustle in my nightstand drawer, searching for a condom with hands shaking like it’s my first time.
Grabbing one, I twist around, struggling to open it while Roe’s warm hand stills on top of mine. “No condom.”
My brows furrow as I look up at her, shifting my head so the moonlight illuminates her. I do a circuit of her face to ensure
she’s fully with it, and swallow hard when she grabs the condom from me and places it on the bed. “Are you sure?”
“I have an IUD and I want to feel you, Luke. All of you.” She sits up and runs her hands up my chest.
My cock twitches and I glance down to see a bead of precum pulse out the tip like even he knows what she’s just offered.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” she asks, and her question carries weight in the silence of my bedroom.
My jaw muscle twitches as I look up at her and answer honestly. “It’s been a couple years.” It’s sad but true. But also, not
sad because I’ve been too busy pining for my best friend . . . which she does not need to know.
“Have you been tested since then?” she asks, clearly not judging me.
I nod. “Yes, and I used a condom.”
She licks her lips and reaches down to grip my length. “It’s been longer than that for me, and I was tested at my annual last
year.”
I let out a stuttered breath, pushing her down onto the bed while I hold myself above her. My mind spins thinking about the
level of intimacy this means. “Are you positive? I don’t mind using a condom.”
“Yes, Luke,” she practically begs, spreading her legs and letting a hand trail down her stomach between us. She dips two fingers into her sex as she reaches up with her other hand to pull me closer. “You’re my husband and I want to feel all of you.”
Blinking back the sting in my eyes at her words I let out a laugh and smile at her, because on the surface they’re dirty and
sexy. But underneath, I hear . . . mine . . . forever. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I pull her hand from between her legs and bring her fingers to my mouth sucking them off. I moan at the taste of her, my hips
pulsing harshly between her as her scent elicits a carnal reaction in me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I growl, reaching down to grab my cock and run it along her glistening lips, feeling
her scorching heat waiting for me. I push into her slowly. Her tight pussy struggling to take me in. I stare at her face as
our mouths drop open at the same time. The pressure is too intense. The feelings too real. I pull back out and thrust harder,
pushing through her tight muscles. I freeze at the fucking overwhelming sensation of feeling her bare.
“Oh God, Addison.”
“Luke,” she whispers, pulling me close to her so she can kiss me. Rolling her hips upward I feel myself sink even deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I moan against her lips. Her pussy clenches around me and she rolls her hips again, making me grunt.
“I need you to fuck me, Luke. Fuck me. Please.” She begs, moving her hips again as she wraps one leg around my back.
Her begging is music to my ears as I shift my arms and hold myself still, watching her struggle at my refusal to give her
what she wants. Her eyes pop open and she looks up at me, confused.
“Tell me you want me,” I command, my voice firm as my eyes score over every feature on her face, committing this moment to
memory. I don’t just want to fuck her right now. I want more. I want everything with this woman.
Her face softens and her hands move up to my cheeks, her finger sliding over the scar on my chin. “I want you.”
Her words cause a chill to run up my spine because I know she’s saying “want,” but her eyes are saying more. I bite my lip
and look away, savoring this moment like it could be my last. When I look back at her, she has a soft, secretive smile on
her face, like she can read my mind. The one downfall of falling in love with your best friend . . . they can see right through
you.
So, I reply with the only thing I can say. “I want you too.”
And with a growl, I thrust hard into her, watching her expression shift in a flash from warm and fuzzy to shock and pain.
It’s the good kind of pain though. The kind of pain that comes from years of denying ourselves what we should have had all
along.
Her lips part and her breath catches as she adjusts to the size of me, moaning and glancing down at where we’re connected.
Gripping my neck like a lifeline, she holds on as I rock into her again, and I love how her breasts brush my chest with the
motion. She pulls me in for a kiss as I continue pumping into her, her channel stretching for me with each thrust. The sounds
of our bodies connecting echo in the room along with our moans in-between frenzied kisses, and it’s erotic as fuck.
She breaks the kiss and murmurs and groans “I want you, Luke” over and over like those words are the only thing to relieve
her of this overwhelming feeling.
Warmth explodes in my chest that fights with the carnal urge I have going on below my waist as I lose myself inside of her.
This must be what love is. The battle of heart and sex. Good versus evil. Feelings with desire. It’s a heady sense of rightness
and one I’ve never experienced before and one I never want to let go of. Ever.
Fuck, I’m so gone for her.
Her hand snakes down my neck as she lets her nails scratch my chest while she dips between us to rub her clit.
“Fuck,” I growl, my voice guttural as I watch her hand move on her body. This is not helping stave off the release building
at the base of my spine.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” She gasps with each word as I pound into her, our bodies slick with sweat, breath hot on each
other’s faces.
Her back arches as her core fists my dick so hard, barreling my release forward.
“Yes, Luke,” she cries as her pussy clenches around me.
And it’s my name on her lips that does me in.
My release surges through my shaft as her sex shudders around me, both of us coming at the same time. My vision is a kaleidoscope
of nonsense constricting my world into hot moans and slick flesh and the smell of sex. It’s not a bad place to live.
I pump into her several more times as the aftershocks ripple through me. When my vision finally returns, I can only smile
down at my wife before I kiss her slowly, lazily, grunting when her pussy clenches one more time around me.
I will love you forever, Roe. And I’ll wait until you’re ready before I utter those words, because I know you’re still unpacking
things. So for now, I’m going to luxuriate in the bliss that is being inside my best friend.
Because this . . . is love.