Page 111 of Fresh Tracks
“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 thatbore 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 tothank 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.
