Page 21 of Deprived No More

A smile crosses my face at his thoughtfulness. “I’m jumping into the shower.”

“Okay, kitten. Can I get you anything? Want some water?”

“You’re the best,” I answer, blowing him a kiss.

I don’t waste any time starting the water and removing my scrubs. It’s barely warm as I step into the spray and begin lathering up. I admit I’m so tired I can barely remain upright. Where I’d usually revel in a long warm soak after work, I just want to rinse off and snuggle up with Nick. He’s right. The last week has caught up with me.

As if he’s read my mind, I open the shower door just in time to see him entering the bathroom with a thick white towel, holding it out for me. Turning my back to him, he wraps it around me and gingerly dries my skin before moving to my hair. He’s always been so caring and affectionate.

Drying my hair in the fluffy towel, I feel feather-light kisses against the side of my neck. “I’ve missed you.”

Turning to face him, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and lean in for a kiss. I love this man so much. I’m so fortunate to have him in my life. I should just tell him how I’ve been feeling lately. The longing for one more child. But I know now isn’t the time.

“You look so tired.”

“I hate to admit it, Dr. Barnes. But today was harder than I thought.”

With a lift of his brow, he gives me a look of exaggerated shock. I’m sure he’s reveling in the fact that I’m admitting my weaknesses. “Okay, don’t rub it in. You were right.”

Abruptly, the room spins on its axis as he scoops me up and carries me into the bedroom. As he gently places me on the bed, I’m taken back in time to the first memory I have of sleeping with my husband. It’s odd that I have to compartmentalize it this way. Given our first sexual encounter, I have no memory of.

Bending down, Nick lifts my chin with his finger. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh, Nick. There are so many great memories here. Some not so great. And some nonexistent.”

He gives me a blank expression until I can see the moment when clarity hits, knowing I’m referring to my sleepwalking phase. “I wish I could help you remember.”

“I know. It’s still embarrassing. Reliving that time.”

Nick comes around the bed and climbs in, pulling me into his strong embrace. “I’m going to find a way to show you just how great that night was. So reflecting on that time doesn’t have to cause you sadness. It’ll bring nothing but hot, steamy goodness whenever you think of it.” He nibbles into my neck, and I have to bite my lip. This is the only saving grace in a time I have no recollection. That apparently, it was such a turn-on for Nick that he replays it often.

I trail kisses down his muscular, chorded forearms as he holds me against his chest. Shifting his hands to cover my breasts, he massages them in his palms as he nuzzles my nape with his nose and begins to rock his hard cock into my backside.

This man can get me turned on like no one else. Despite my exhaustion, I’m instantly wet and ready for him. I feel him pinch and tug at my hardened nipples, the feeling electric as it shoots straight to my lower belly. As if chasing the trajectory of the sensation, his hand drops from my breasts down between my legs, where he glides his nimble fingers back and forth through the swollen wet flesh he finds awaiting him.

I can’t help but push my backside into him, feeling the steely length of him nestled into my butt cheeks. He’s so hard. I don’t think we’ll need much foreplay to get this climax underway.

“Oh, Nick,” I groan as he slides two fingers inside me. Using the heel of his hand, he grinds against my very sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers drag in and out of me.

“God, Kat. I need you.”

Taking this as an invitation, I roll over to face him. As he removes his fingers from me, I watch as he lifts them to his mouth and moans. Without missing a beat, he cups my right breast and sucks from the firm peak before tugging on it with his teeth. Moving to the left, he licks the underside before biting the nipple.

“God, Nick.”

Covering my mouth with his, he devours me, his tongue hungry for mine. He occasionally stops to kiss the corners of my mouth and lick my bottom lip before diving back in for more. I can’t believe after eight years of marriage, just kissing this man can get me so worked up. A smile invades my face as he’s trying to continue.

“What are you smiling about?” He laughs.

Looking down the length of our bodies, his incredibly fit, muscular torso beneath my hands, I can’t help but smile brighter. Then I catch sight of his other hand, wrapped firmly around his cock as he’s been stroking it while kissing me. “What’s not to smile about?” I giggle. “I have the hottest husband on the planet. Just you kissing me sends me to places I’d never known before you, but this sight. I’m afraid I might drool all over you.”

“I’m okay with that.” He snickers.

I can’t stand it any longer and slide down until I am between his legs, gripping his thick veiny cock. Giving it a teasing lick, I stroke his warm skin, up and down, up and down as his eyes close, and he groans out his pleasure. Lifting his cock as I stroke, I drop my tongue down to lick one of his balls and then the other before sitting up to take all of him down my throat.

“Oh, fuck, Kat.”

I admit this is long overdue. Most of our intimate moments of late have been quickies in comparison to the marathon lovemaking of our early days. But some days, it’s all the energy I have, and I’d rather have hurried moments together amongst the chaos than none at all.

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