Chapter 47 #2
She knows exactly what she’s doing because that little movement seats the head of my cock just inside her tight, wet cunt. I shudder, staying focused so I don’t come right on the spot.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn tight and soaked for me.”
“I told you I needed my husband’s cock deep inside me.”
That might go down as the single hottest sentence I will ever hear. Any time I take a shower and hear running water now, my wife’s words are going to echo in the depths of my mind.
I rock my hips forward, slowly easing into her so I don’t end our fun too quickly.
“My wife gets what she wants.”
“Then give it to me. Give me all of you.”
Before I can even think, her mouth meets mine in another frantic, clashing of teeth and tongue. She swivels her hips and digs her calves into my lower back, fully seating my cock deep inside her wet heat.
“Fuck,” I hiss, breaking the kiss to see her eyes and her teeth dig into her lower lip. Her skin glistens under the water and has taken on a crimson flush from the steamy water and heat of our bodies. “Your pussy was fucking made for me.”
She hums her approval, nodding with her eyes still closed.
Her lips part and I can’t take my eyes off her chest as it rises with each shallow breath.
I drop my mouth to one of her breasts, flicking my tongue over her nipple and swirling it over her piercing.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck and I thrust forward again, savoring the feeling of her walls tightening around me.
My tongue dances over the metal barbell, flicking it again.
This time she moans, crying out my name.
“Yes, Tommy. Please, don’t fucking stop.” She rocks her hips in rhythm with mine, adjusting her position just enough that I feel her piercing sliding along the base of my shaft with each thrust.
I pick up my pace, hammering home and pinning her to the granite shower wall. Her eyes blaze with a fire and passion that bore into my soul and I know that she will always own my heart.
She is my other half and I’m never going to let her out of my life again.
I know she thinks she’s the one that lives fast and free, trying to seize every precious moment of life she can get.
She might call me calm and steady, but right now I’m making a promise to myself to be more like her.
I’m going to make the most of every second I have with her.
“Oh. Yes!” she cries out and I feel her pussy start to flutter and clench my cock.
Looking into her glassy eyes, I see the moment she comes undone. Her eyes roll back and that crimson flush on her cheeks nearly hides her freckles from me. I drop my mouth to her neck, kissing that spot just under her ear, making her buck her hips as she wrings out her pleasure.
“Don’t come yet,” she breathes against my ear, so quietly it’s nearly a whisper.
“That’s going to be fucking hard,” I grit out.
I don’t know how, but I find the strength to slow my pace. She’s smirking at me with that mischievous little grin I love.
“Sit over there.” She tilts her head toward the bench on the back wall of the shower.
“I know you think I’m ancient, but I’ve got plenty of stamina to stand and fuck my wife.”
Her lips part and pull up into a surprised smile.
“I know, but I want to thank my husband. So sit.”
She’s going to kill me. I ease my cock out of her and begrudgingly sit on the cool bench.
She stands over me and my dick aches for her body to be back on me.
She’s pure stunning radiance, still glowing from her orgasm.
She stands right in front of me and I run my fingertips over the backs of her legs until I’m cupping her ass again.
I try to tug her forward but she stands firm.
“What do you have to thank me for?”
Her eyes soften and she tucks a wet strand of my hair behind my ear. She gently runs the backs of her fingers over my stubbled jaw.
“For listening to me. You never treat me like I’m fragile. You always see me the way I want to be seen, how I see myself.”
She lowers herself down in front of me. The hot water still falls around us, streaking down her hair. I cup the back of her neck, brushing it over her shoulders.
The sight reminds of the morning she found me on the river.
Despite her scars, masked with beautiful tattoos, or the bruises from yesterday, everything about her screams passionate optimism and hope.
It’s enough to block out that little bit of anger in the back of mind that anyone would ever think she’s anything but strong.
I will never take away her agency like that.
I want her to always feel like she’s empowered to realize whatever bold dreams she has.
“You never have to thank me for that.”
An unimpressed hum escapes her lips as she grabs my cock, squeezing the base. I shudder and feel that need and tension at the base of my spine again. She looks into my eyes with that mischievous glint that I love, just like everything else about her.
“Maybe, but I still want to.”
She pushes her breasts forward and slowly drags the head of my cock over her nipples. I rock my hips forward at the sensation of her hard buds and the cool metal, desperate to feel more of her touch.
She lets go of my cock and runs her hands up my thighs, her eyes still locked on mine.
As close as I was to coming inside of her when she said to stop, I’m now painfully aware of just how much I need her.
She leans forward more, pressing my cock into her chest. I rock my hips up again and she huffs a cute laugh.
She scrunches her elbows together, squeezing my dick between her slick, full breasts.
“Fuck my tits. I want to watch you come on them.”
We both look down, seeing my cock twitch at her command, a bead of precum already on the tip.
She huffs another laugh. “I won’t say stop this time.”
She opens her mouth and spits right on the head of my cock. Slowly, she moves her breasts up and down, sliding them along my length. I match her, thrusting into her tits.
“Tell me the truth. You’ve wanted to do this since that day.” That coil of tension at the base of my spine builds to an urgent level as I get closer and closer to coming completely undone.
I nod, not even having to clarify which day she means. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”
She hums her approval at my admission. She lifts her hands from my thighs, cupping her breasts and pressing them together even tighter on my dick.
She rolls her nipples between her fingertips, whimpering at her own touch.
That little sound of pleasure snaps my restraint and I come hard, grabbing the edge of the granite bench.
I watch as rope after rope of my cum spurts from my cock onto her wet chest. It slowly runs down her chest and over those little barbells.
I’m half fucking tempted to lick it off of her so I can feel those piercings under my tongue again.
“Fuck yes,” I groan in relief, knowing that sight will be burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
She smiles, licking her lips before lowering her mouth onto the crown of my cock.
She hollows her cheeks and sucks, taking as much of me in her mouth as she can.
I shudder again, grabbing her shoulder as she takes in every last drop.
“That’s my girl. You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby.” I run my hand over her slicked hair and she leans into my touch. Her eyes meet mine and she hums with me still in her mouth. Slowly, she raises her head up and the tip of my cock springs free from her mouth with a pop.
“Come here.” I grab her hand, tugging her forward. She stands up and I pull her down onto one of my thighs. I adjust my still hard and sensitive cock out of the way when she sits sideways, cradled in my arms. I hold her warm body against me and she nuzzles her head under my chin.
I press my lips to the top of her damp hair and she lets out a contemplative sound that I feel against my skin, barely audible over the sound of the water still trickling down around us.
“So, what’s next?” She kisses my collarbone, barely moving her head.
I look up at the shower head, humming in mock contemplation. “Well I know you might have the energy to probably try and hike up a mountain or something equally outlandish, but this old dinosaur could use a nap.”
She pinches my ribs and giggles. The sound makes my heart, still stressed from the thought of losing her less than twenty-four hours ago, relax another little bit.
“You’re not old. And I know this might be contrary to popular belief, but I do actually like to just chill sometimes. A nap with you sounds great right about now. That's not what I meant though.”
She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me with those beautiful evergreen eyes. “I meant what’s next for us?” She strums her fingers along my bicep, tracing the faded barbed-wire tattoo.
That question brings an unbridled smile to my face.
We've focused so much on what wouldn’t work.
Our ages, our family and friends. My reluctance to be less private.
We took her idea for this foundation and ran with it because we’re both actually excited by what we could do together.
Outside of that, we’ve just enjoyed every moment together.
I think the truth is that I still might not care that much about what my future looks like.
I’ll see what rebuilding my relationship with music looks like, but only on my terms. I’ll keep working with the Sterling brothers because despite being pains in my ass, I have a soft spot for Slade and Sutton.
Beyond that though, I want to take a page from her playbook.
I just know I need to be with her and I want to see where the universe takes us. That should be easy though, because she’s my universe.
I rub my hand up and down the back of her neck, feeling her melt into my arms. Her eyes flutter shut and I whisper into her ear.
“Whatever you want to do, Rainbow. I’ve been the frontman in my life for so long, I just want to get to enjoy the ride with you. This is your show now. I’ll follow wherever you want to go.”