33. Sage
sage
“So did you like the surprise?” Christian asked me as we stepped into the rustic, clawfoot shower tub. I helped him step over the edge, letting him lean on me so he could get his leg over it.
I couldn’t help laughing again. “Yes, pretty sure those ol’ biddies liked it too.”
“Oh, God. It’s going to be all over town by the morning. I’m pretty sure my mom already knows about it. Mrs. Houghton probably called her as soon as she left.” He ran a hand over his face.
“I’m pretty sure you can guarantee that.”
He pulled me close, letting us both step under the spray. He lifted his face beneath it, letting the water run over his head, rinsing the paint from his hair.
The cabin was cold when we got here and the warmth of the water on our dirty, chilled skin felt like heaven.
“Here, let me help you,” I offered, picking up the shampoo. He still couldn’t raise the arm he dislocated all the way, his shoulder still healing.
He ran his good hand through it, letting the water soak his hair. I helped him turn so his back was to me, then pumped the shampoo in my hand to lather in his locks. It felt so soft between my fingers.
“I need a haircut,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, I like it longer.”
“More to grip?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I chuckled. “Sure.”
“That’s a good enough reason for me then.”
He leaned into my touch, letting me wash his hair and then help him rinse it. He turned in the spray, letting us trade places so I could wet my own hair and wash it.
Christian looked fucking sexy with paint streaked across his skin.
Colored rivulets of water ran down the planes and valleys of his chest and torso.
His arms flexed, veins popping with the heat of the shower.
My mouth salivated, wanting to run my tongue over every rugged ridge of him.
I bit my lip to keep myself from drooling, trying to focus instead on washing my own hair.
“You know,” Christian began.
My eyes flicked back up to his. The green looked brighter in the yellow bathroom light, reflecting off the water.
“You could use me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You could use me anytime you need to come.”
I huffed a laugh. “What about you?”
“What about me? Your pleasure brings me pleasure.”
My eyes drifted down his body stopping on his cock. He was hard again, his erection twitching under my gaze.
“So you’re saying that if I’m horny, I should just use you like one of my toys?” My pussy pulsed just thinking about it.
“Uh-huh. We could still use your toys like we did before, but now you don’t have to touch yourself in the middle of the night, thinking I’m asleep.”
I sucked in a breath. “Wha-what?” Heat crept up my body, flushing my face. How did he know?
“I know what you’ve been doing beside me at night.”
“I—I—” I stammered. “I haven’t wanted to disturb you. You’ve been healing.” Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t help looking at his cock again.
“My eyes are up here, Sagey Pagey.”
My gaze flicked back up to his. I pinched my lips together when I saw he was smiling down at me.
“You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want me. I’ve healed enough. You can use me.”
“Even if it’s in the middle of night?” I asked.
“Especially if it’s in the middle of night.”
“I don’t know.”
He pressed a finger to my mouth, shushing me. “I’m free for your use, baby. If it means I have to walk around here in gray sweatpants and no boxers, ready for when you need me, I will. For the first time in your life, you should take what you want.”
“But, Christian—”
“No, buts. I’m yours. Let me make you feel good.”
“What about you?”
He cupped my jaw, his fingers intertwining in my hair. “Your pleasure brings me pleasure, remember? Let me do this for you.”
I hesitated, searching his eyes.
“Please.”
Hearing him plead was enough to make me cave. I nodded. “Okay. I’ll use you.”
“I can see it in your eyes, Sage.”
“What?” It came out breathless, my heart starting to pound.
“That you want to taste me.”
His thumb ran across my bottom lip. I nodded in his grasp.
“Do what you want with me.”
I didn’t say a word back, instead I squirted body wash into my hand and started to run my slippering fingers over his skin, feeling his muscles flex and relax under my touch.
I started with his shoulders, gently kneading my fingers into his flesh as I washed the paint away.
My hands ran over his broad chest, taking special care to be tender around his ribs.
And when I reached his abs, I let my fingers slowly bump over each ridge as I lowered myself in front of him.
His cock twitched in anticipation, but I didn’t touch him, instead running the soap over his quads and calves, then up over his hips and ass.
He watched me from above, his hand going over my head to shield my eyes from the spray.
His own eyes were hooded and dark with need as he waited patiently to see what I’d do to him.
Before I took him into my mouth, I fisted him, letting my soapy palm glide up and down his cock.
“Fuck.” He dropped his hand then, bracing against the tile wall.
He couldn’t help thrusting into my hand while I worked his cock back and forth. “Does that feel good?” I asked, just as he’d asked me.
He groaned. “Anything you do feels good.”
Pride swelled in my chest. I let the water rinse away the soap and wrapped my hand around the base, my tongue darting out to run along the underside of his cock as the water hit us.
Christian shuffled his feet closer and when I looked back up at him, wanting to see his face while I took him, he was reaching for the detachable shower head.
“Here, use this on yourself while you suck my cock.”
I didn’t say a word, taking the shower head from his grasp and holding it between my thighs. The pinpricks of water teased at my flesh and I widened my thighs to open for it. I gasped feeling it hit my clit, still sensitive from my orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good.”
Not wasting another second, I opened my mouth for him. “Spit,” I told him.
His fingers twined in my hair and he leaned down, angling my head so he could spit in my mouth.
I didn’t swallow, instead letting his saliva and mine pool, as his cock slid in between my lips.
Our moans echoed through the bathroom. One hand grasping him so I could take him as deep as I could, my other hand holding the shower head steady so I could rock my hips back and forth over the spray, grinding my clit on it and then letting the heavy stream penetrate my pussy.
“God, you’re so beautiful. Are you going to make yourself come while I fuck your throat?”
I nodded, whining against his cock as I took him deeper, angling my head so he could hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” His fingers tightened in my hair, unable to stop himself from moving my head in time with his thrust. “I’ve only imagined what those plush red lips would look like wrapped around my cock. My imagination doesn’t do any justice to the real thing.”
I savored it, closing my eyes to allow myself to just feel.
I arched my back, rolling my hips in tight circles to rub my clit against the shower head, sending pinpricks of tingles straight to my nerve endings in rapid succession.
Having his cock in my mouth while I pleasured us both made me feel formidable and powerful, turning me on and driving me quickly to the edge.
He was getting close too. I could tell by the way his hand flexed as it brought me harder and harder against his cock.
I hollowed out my cheeks, trying to suck him deeper, wanting to push him until he lost all control.
He tasted so fucking good. All I could taste was his manly musk, the soap having been washed away.
I hummed, letting the rumble travel down both of our spines, before I cupped his balls with my free hand, massaging them lightly.
Heat built in my core. My pussy clenched, wishing it could be filled.
I let the water flow back over my entrance, but all it did was leave me wanting more.
I needed to come. I wanted us to come together.
His balls were already tightening in my grasp, so I moved the shower head back to focus on my clit, returning the slow circling of my hips to find just the right amount of water pressure.
Then I stayed there. I squeezed my eyes, my thighs trembling, as I moaned around his cock.
He thrust a final time, his cum hitting the back of my throat, flooding my mouth with salty sweetness.
We held each other there, both of us taking the near unbearable pleasure.
He tried to pull away but I gripped his balls tighter. Christian groaned loudly as his cock twitched in my mouth with every swallow, not wanting to waste a drop.
“Fucking shit. You’re a fucking goddess, wife.”
Then I shattered.
My hand quivered to keep the shower head steady to ride it out while my pussy clenched on air, my clit continued to be stimulated with the water while he was still in my mouth.
Feeling completely loose, I pulled away from Christian, running my tongue one last time over the head of his cock to lick up the last drops.
“Shit,” he cursed as his dick twitched again.
I smiled, pleased with myself.
He looked down at me, holding a hand out to help me to my feet. I handed the shower head back to him to put back up and spun around in the stream, opening my mouth to rinse it, all while I was still grinning.
When I turned to look at him, he had the goofiest smile on his face.
“What?”
“This was the best idea I’ve ever come up with.”
I laughed. “It isn’t a bad one.”
He picked up the body wash, pumping it into his hand. “My turn.”
“I think we both need a break, don’t you think? We need to get your knee up.”
“Okay, little horn dog, get your head out of the gutter. I just meant to wash the rest of the paint off you.”