While she showered, I set our drinks on the dresser beside the TV and dumped out my pockets.
The bottles, I tossed onto the bed.
Where I hoped like hell Marianne would still be in the mood to use them.
The shower shut off.
I kept a close watch on the door.
It opened a minute later, and Marianne walked out.
“I’m sorry, I tried to help this old guy out, but instead the lube fell out of my pocket, and I dropped my phone.”
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head as she laughed. “Honestly, only you can get mobbed by fans while shopping for lube, Wes.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t seem as pissed as I thought she’d be. “It was four guys, Marianne. I wouldn’t exactly call that a mob.”
She smiled, but part of me worried she’d leave.
“If I shower, will you be here when I get out?” My fingers started unbuttoning my shirt.
Marianne turned around and began walking toward the bed. Her towel dropped to the floor, exposing that fantastic ass of hers.
“I haven’t left the bed. My husband ordered me to stay in it,” she called back. The way her hips swayed as she walked completely mesmerized me.
And, when she crawled onto the bed—I may have groaned out loud.
“Hurry up, or I’ll get started without you,” she said in a husky voice.
I chucked my shirt onto the floor.
After that, I had the quickest shower in my life.
“I need you, Wes,”she said, finally speaking the words I’d wanted to hear.
I maneuvered myself between her legs, spreading them out. I grabbed one of the bottles of lube and squeezed out a generous portion.
I worked it over my cock, then squirted out a bit more onto my fingers.
When I touched her, she gasped at the intrusion. I gently prepared her for me—hoping this would help.
“Ready?” I asked, and leaned over her panting body.
“Yes,” was all she said before I eased myself inside.
Her whole body tensed as I slowly, carefully worked my way in.
The difference this time was that I didn’t see any hint of pain register across her face.
Not like last time.
“How are you doing?” I asked, just in case I’d read her wrong.
“Good, honey. Real good.”
“I’m going to move now. If it hurts, you tell me. Deal?”
She nodded and agreed, “Deal.”