Page 110 of Fresh Tracks
I step toward her, brushing her wet hair off her shoulder.
“Just you. Always you.”
Her lips part and I chuckle.
“Come on. Let me wash your hair. And yes, I know you can do it yourself but I like taking care of you, so don’t argue.” I reach over her shoulder to grab her bottle of shampoo but she grabs my wrist, stopping me.
I level a questioning glare at her but she just grins.
“I’ll take care of that later.”
She lowers my hand down over one of her breasts, pressing her hard, pierced nipple into my palm.
Fuck me. That does nothing to help with how hard my dick is right now.
She steps closer, still holding my hand to her chest and kisses me. Her other hand cups the base of my neck and her fingertips curl into my hair. I feel her hunger and need as her tongue explores my mouth. Our bodies press together and she moans when I trace her hip bone with my thumb. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve her. I had practically resigned myself to being alone and drifting along. Somehow, the universe put her right where I needed her to be.
I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers, the sound of the water falling around us matched by our panting.
“We can wait. I don’t want to hurt you. The doctor said to take it easy for a while.”
She pulls back, just enough to look into my eyes.
“I’m fine, Tommy. I’m bruised and sore, but I know my body. I’m not broken.” She brings her lips to my ear and rasps. “So, please just trust me and fuck me.”
I know how much it means to her to be strong. I’ve seen what her independence and autonomy means to her. Now though, to see her bare it like this, to see how she wants and needs me, makes me feel whole in a way I never thought was possible. Knowing that I’m her person just as much as she is mine breaks my heart and stitches it back together every time I think about it.
This wild and carefree woman chose me. She pushed me. She even helped me find my love of music again, not by trying to force the issue, but just by existing in my world. Her mere presence was enough to break me out of my aimless decade of nothingness and make me feel everything again.
Looking in her eyes, seeing that fire and desire focused solely on me, I make a mental note to never question her convictions again. I should have already known that. When she first kissed me, I doubted her even though she was confident and knew what she wanted. Hell, she knew what I wanted before I was willing to give into it.
Just like getting married that night at a small wedding chapel in Nevada. She knew that every word, every lyric of that song was a question for her. Never once has she doubted herself, or me, and I will spend the rest of my life thanking her for that. That unwavering trust in each other is something I’ll never, ever take for granted.
My gaze drops to my hand over her breast, where my fingers rest just above her heart. I feel the pounding rhythm against the pads of my fingers and my eyes drift to the new band of ink woven between the notes tattooed on my ringfinger.
“See.” She ghosts her lips across my stubbled cheek. “I’m here and I’m fine.”
I’m at a loss for words, which is nothing new when it comes to her. Instead of wasting more time, I give her what she wants, what we both want. I tighten my grip on her waist and step to her, pressing her against the shower wall at her back. Her fiery green eyes lock on mine and her lips part into a lusty, playful grin. It’s short lived though, because I give my girl — my wife — exactly what she needs.
I bring my lips to hers in a flurry. My tongue finds the back of her throat in seconds, unleashing the pent up lust in both of us after the drama of yesterday. She lets out another surprised gasp before following suit, nipping at my lip. The kiss is sloppy and messy, hot and needy, and so fucking perfect.
I hook my hand under the curve of her ass, pulling her leg up. She wraps it around me, following my lead. The movement puts my cock right against her slick pussy lips. I feel her piercing slide against my shaft, waking up every fucking nerve in my body. She lets out another low whimper as she grinds herself along my length.
I’m not even inside of her and I’m ready to come right now knowing just how needy she is for me. Watching how she works herself on my shaft, driving us both closer to the edge is pure fucking perfection. I shunt my hips forward, increasing the pressure for us both.
She reaches between us. “I need you inside me. Now.” Fisting me, she notches the head of my cock at her entrance, and pulls her other leg up, wrapping it around my waist. I grab her ass with both hands now, feeling the pads of my fingers dig into her flesh. She drapes her arms around my neck. I look into her eyes and she smirks at me, relaxing her body into my hands.
Holy fucking hell.
She knows exactly what she’s doing because that littlemovement 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.
