Page 10 of For Her
“It’s not safe in here for what I’m going to do to you,” he informs me gruffly, which contradicts the gentle way he pats my belly as he steps out of the shower. He turns and reaches for me, grabbing me by my legs before walking over to set me down on the vanity. His eyes hold mine hostage in an intense stare that tells me I’m about to get exactly what I asked for. His hard-on is raging and straining towards me, and Jack wastes no time grabbing ahold of it and lining it up with my soaking entrance. He pushes in swiftly and we both groan with satisfaction.
Jack puts one arm around me, holding me to him as he leans his other on the counter to steady us as he begins steadily thrusting, hard and deep inside me, not holding back. Our wet bodies slide and slap together with the force of his movements. He grunts and groans with each pound, and I bite gently down on his lower lip before he sucks my tongue back into his mouth. My arms wrap around his neck and I hold on as if I’m about to fall off a cliff. I moan and cry out shamelessly as the feeling builds and grows, promising to shake and shatter my world again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says between grunts. “You take my cock so good.”
Gawd, his dirty talk is always the perfect blend of sweet and sexy.
“Ooh yeah, Jack. Oh my God.”
This feeling is phenomenal, and I’m realizing now that Jack was right to get me off beforehand; I never would have lasted this long, and I almost never want this to stop (even though we have to eventually or we’ll both die).
“Is my girl close?” he asks in my ear, his rhythm unfaltering, and I frantically nod. “Me too. I’ve got you, Sweetheart.”
He gathers me up and lays me down on the oversized, plush bathmat, before continuing to drill into me. Cool drops of water continue to fall from his hair onto my scorching skin, confusing my senses as he drives himself over and over between my thighs. He thrusts only a few more times, and when he reaches between us to rub my clit while simultaneously gliding his tongue across the skin of my neck just below my ear, I detonate.
I scream out his name as he yells out with his own release that he’s pummeling into me. The orgasm washes over me like an endless tsunami, and Jack curses and shudders on top of me. Both of us gasp for air for several moments before he gently collapses over me, letting his forehead rest against the floor next to my head. He stays that way for several seconds, his breathing ragged.
“Baby, you okay?” I wheeze out, my head still spinning.
“Never been better, Baby. That was amazing,” he assures me before I hear a deep breath hitch in his throat. “Just dizzy as fuck all of a sudden.”
What?!
Oh good God, I gave him a heart attack!
“What do you mean, you’re dizzy?” I anxiously prod. Of course, I’m dizzy too, but I’m not the one who’s heart a doctor is worried about.
He turns his head towards me and starts sensually kissing up the side of my face.
“I mean I just had heart pounding,”
“Heart pounding?!”
“Mind-blowing,”he continues in a sexy grumble, ignoring my panicky cut-off, “sex with my insanely hot wife. All,” he kisses up my chin to my lips, “over… our hot… steam-filled… bathroom. Which will makeanyonelightheaded,” he reasons, still planting warm kisses on my lips and my cheeks. “Relax.”
“Okay,” I breathlessly concede before kissing him back. He’s probably right. He’s fine.
Jack
Mayzie and I have never had anything short of earth-moving sex. That’s how it is when you’re as in love as I am. But that was unlike any time before, and I’m hoping I can attribute that to the fact I was feeling off-kilter after. I pulled her back in the shower since we’d both gotten dirty again in the best possible way, and my attention shifted back to making sure she was okay. She claimed she was a little dizzy herself, and with her nausea and poor appetite lately, my next mission was getting her right to bed.
I awaken in the middle of the night to sweet kisses against my cheek that make a warm path down my cheek to my jaw, to my neck. Mayzie is curled into my side, her skin warm and smooth against mine. My dick steadily awakens and is harder than steel in response to her midnight affections. After having epic sex all over our bathroom earlier, I thought she’d be worn out. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but it’s fucking amazing when she wakes me up to make love, and I am not complaining. Normally, our bedroom dynamic involves me taking the lead. I like it, and she likes it. But like with any couple, it’s good to flip the tables once in a while, and I’m loving this. Her mouth makes it down to my collar bone, making my cock throb to be inside her.
I turn and reach for her, pulling her to me. She lets out a small gasp that sends another needful ache to my dick, completely overshadowing the slight queasiness of my stomach. I bring my mouth down on hers and I feel that beautiful tell-tale wave wash over and engulf us, pulling us down into our own private abyss. We keep consuming each other in our kiss as my hand gropes over every inch of her warm, silky skin. I love when we do this in the middle of the night. It’s like we’re together in a whole different world, taking each other without a word; speaking through our touches and movements in the darkness.
After we come down, she takes my face in her hands and brings me down to kiss her, despite her breaths coming in rapid gasps. I gently rest my weight on top of her and kiss her back, cradling her head in my hands. I move my mouth from hers after a moment to let her catch her breath while I continue to worship her by kissing down her cheek to her neck, and back up again; a nonverbal show of love and thankfulness for when she gives herself to me like this.
After a few more minutes of basking in the bliss, I shift off of her and pull her on top of me into my favorite of our sleeping positions, since it won’t be long before we can’t sleep like this for a while. I drift off almost immediately, holding my wife against my chest.
Five
Jack
Afew days later, Mayzie and I are moving lazily through our morning. The poor thing has just gotten through another bout of nausea and is trying to freshen up in our bathroom. She’s gone back to not wanting me to see her getting sick, and I’ve relented, leaving her alone in there, partly because it seems to make my own stomach worse.
Instead, I make coffee for the both of us and bring it upstairs so we can have it in bed, and then I’m going to meet with the band after a while and attempt to have a writing session.
The bathroom door is open, signaling the all-clear, when I come back in the bedroom, mugs in hand. Mayzie is brushing her hair out in the mirror and I’m setting the mugs down when my cell phone goes off on the side table.