Page 38 of Forgive Me Father: For I Have Sinned

“More champagne?” Butch asked, his brow cocked questioningly as he pulled the bottle from its iced enclosure in the stand beside the table.

“Let’s save it for mimosas with breakfast,” I suggested. I wanted to remember every last-minute detail of the night. Filling my brain with alcohol would’ve prohibited that, and it was time to show my husband just how much he meant to me.

I decided to give him a show by drawing out the time it took to shed my clothes as I paraded across the room. Avoiding eye contact, as I knew his were glued to me, I started by removing my suit coat. Jutting my shoulders back, it slid down my arms and off and I caught it by the collar before it hit the floor. Then I draped it across the back of the wingback chair sitting nearby. With each button I released on my dress shirt, I’d pause sniffing the roses, reading the note, studying the items atop the table until the last button had been freed. When it was off, I tossed it over my shoulder and spun around, tossing it on the same chair. With a flourish, I slid my belt off, snapping it before flinging it on top of the pile.

Toeing off my shoes, I flung myself back on the chair, kicking up my heels to remove my socks before popping up, releasing the fasteners at the top of my slacks and unzipping my pants. Revealing the white lace panties, I had on but never removing my slacks. I walked back over to the table, dancing to a beat only I could hear. Reaching the table, I picked up a strawberry, pinching the tiny leaf top between my thumb and forefinger, sliding it back and forth between my lips, releasing a salacious moan and shimmying my hips, sliding my pants down so I could step out of them.

Reaching the edge of the tub I bent over, slowly, scooping up a handful of bubbles and playfully blowing them into the air. The sudden feel of fingers sliding along the lace rim of my panties didn’t surprise me as much as the quick flick that sent them sailing across the room did. I glanced over my shoulder, locking in on the feral scowl on my husband’s face.Mission accomplished.

I once again found myself up in the air before sinking down into the warmth of the bath water, cradled in Butch’s loving arms. I turned, straddling his hips and cupped his face with my hands.

“Fuck babe, even after all these years together you still manage to take my breath away.”

“Right back at ‘cha big guy,” I said, as our lips met. First delicately, teasingly, until the fire ignited, heightening our carnal desires. Before long, our erections were bobbing together, and my ass was grinding against his lap.If this man ever left me, my soul would shatter.

He fisted our cocks, and I braced my palms against the edge of the tub securing myself in place. The act of frotting was one I could never get enough of, flesh against flesh. While lost in the act his other hand snaked behind me, grabbing my ass as a single finger teased the overly sensitive nerves at my entrance. I didn’t know whether to fuck up into his hand or back down onto his finger, sinking it inside me. I was saved from having to decide as Butch breached the muscle ring, pressing me forward into his fist as his strokes increased in velocity. I was losing my fucking mind. My eyes were so firmly shut I saw stars. When my release hit, he lifted me up, taking my cock in his mouth. His finger repeatedly striking my prostate as I came with a howl before slinking down onto his chest.

“I love that I’m the one who gets to make you come undone, gets to see this side of Jamie.” When I didn’t respond, he must’ve assumed I was asleep. “Hey.”

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled, sleepily sated.

“Time for bed,” he nudged me. Reluctantly, I rose as he dried me with a warm towel before opening the tub drain and stepping out. When he fell face first down on the bed, a second wind came over me seeing that glorious ass spread across the comforter. Nudging his legs apart with my knees, I crept up between them, nipping his right cheek, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from him. Massaging his muscular globes, my thumbs slowly moved towards the center with each knead, teasing his opening.

“God, that feels fantastic,” he moaned.

“Lube?”

“Hell yeah. Inside pocket of our bag.” I jumped up, smacking his ass before darting across the room, returning to the task at hand within seconds. Squirting some at the top of his crack, I watched as it slid slowly down the crease until it reached the point at which I needed it. My fingertip massaged it around his hole, barely entering before he pushed back, engulfing it whole. I knew he needed to come, having been the only one to reach climax during our time in the tub. It was rare I was on this side of the sexual equation, and it seemed I rather enjoyed it as my dick reawakened, clearly anticipating another round.

“You have no idea how hot it is watching you fuck yourself on my finger,” I said staring in awe as my finger remained in position while his ass slid back and forth over it.

“That line sounds familiar,” he said. “Another,” he added, panting. I slathered my fingers in more lube, pressing a second alongside the first, watching both enter him on the next return. My free hand grabbed around my cock, giving it a tug in unison with each pass Butch made over my digits.

“Need you in me,” he mumbled, his face buried in the pillow beneath him muffling his words and I thought I’d misheard him.

“Whawhat?” I’d never topped Butch or anyone for that matter. I had no problem being the token bottom in this relationship, but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be buried deep inside him. No latex between us. Just Jamie and Butch.

“Please?” Hearing that man utter that single word had me hastily lubing my cock.Was that enough? Too much?“Jamie, stop overthinking it and fuck me already.” He knew me better than I knew myself, more times than not.

Wordlessly, I placed my cockhead at his entrance, preparing to press forward when he again took the upper hand and pushed back, topping from the bottom.

“How?” How in the hell did he manage to take me in all at once?

“Wore a plug all day,” he said matter-a-factly.

“You had this planned?”

“Yup, now giddy up cowboy!” He directed me, wiggling his ass beneath me.

The feel of his tight muscles clenching around me was like no feeling I’d ever felt before. One word came to mind…complete.I was afraid to move, afraid to lose this snapshot in time, this paradigm shift in our relationship was monumental. This man trusted me on levels I couldn’t comprehend and felt undeserving of.

“Jamie,” his voice pulled me from my trance and back to the gorgeous man laid out in front of me.

“Love you,” was the only reply I could voice, my eyes glued to my cock as it slid from between his cheeks and back in again, and again until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Butch,” I groaned through clenched teeth.

“I’m right there with you…” he trailed off as he came. The tightening of his muscles as they clinched my dick had me filling him seconds later.

As I slipped free, I dropped down beside him. He was still perched, ass up, panting. I had no energy to move, let alone speak. I briefly remember him coming out of the restroom with a washcloth and then curling up under the covers with me before I was out. We never left our room until our two-day stay was over. Our time was spent dining on room service and making love. In my opinion, it was the perfect makeshift honeymoon one could ever hope for.

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