I toy with her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “You feel so damn good.” I lean down, kissing down her jaw to her neck and loving the sounds she makes as I do it.
“Tell me how to do it better. I want to know.”
“Why?” I release her tit to slip my hand back down her body.
“I think a wife should know how to please her husband.” Thank fuck I braced myself. That sure as hell would have gotten me. I’m half pissed, and the other half of me is happy my face is in her neck so she can’t see my expression and that I can’t see her. I don’t know if she’s teasing or not. I’m not sure I want to know, and I sure don’t want her to see the possessive look I have on my face right now.
“Harder, baby. Wrap your hand tighter. You’re not going to hurt me,” I encourage her. She follows my commands too well. My hand slides between her thighs. The water might be running down her body, but I feel her wetness when I get there. It’s thicker and more slick.
Even with how wet she is, I play with her hard little clit to get her going more. When she starts to rock against me, I know I’m good. I slide my finger down her folds, pushing one inside. Her pussy flutters around it.
“You're so tight. You’ve never put toys in here?” She shakes her head no, tilting her head back to rest on the wall. “Anything?” I shouldn’t ask that, but I find I can be a bastard when it comes to her.
“Nothing.” Fuck me. Not even a damn tampon. I’m going to be the only thing that’s ever been inside this body of hers.
I grind the palm of my hand against her clit as I move my finger in and out of her. I have no fucking clue how I haven’t unloaded already, but I’m not going to until she’s there.
“Vinny,” she moans. Her hand motions start to get jerky, losing her rhythm. “I can’t think.” Her head shakes back and forth. I know she’s trying to tell me she can’t pay attention to jacking me off like she wants to when I’m doing this to her body.
“Good, I want to see you come. I’ll be right behind you,” I tell her as I push the palm of my hand into her a touch harder and hook my finger inside of her.
Her whole body jerks against mine, and her pussy begins to flutter around my fingers as she comes for me. She cries out my name. I ride out her pleasure. I drop my hand from the wall to brace her so she doesn't fall. Her hand stays wrapped around my cock the whole time.
Slipping my finger out of her, I bring it to my mouth and suck it clean. She watches me, her hand still moving between us. I’m barely hanging on. I wrap my hand around hers over my cock and step more into her. The head of my cock presses into her stomach as I take over the strokes, my hand on top of hers.
“Tell me to come on you. That you want it. That you can’t go another second without having my mark on you.”
“Yes!” she practically screams.
I let go. My cum starts to shoot out against her lower stomach. The bastard that I am, I bend my knees and slide the head of my cock down to her clit, rubbing against it. I keep coming there too, marking her as mine.
“Vinny!” she gasps, her body bucks, and somehow, she fucking comes again for me. It has more cum unloading from me, coating her pussy in it. It’s a damn beautiful sight. She collapses against me.
I release my hold of her hand on my cock. She does the same, slipping her hands up my body to wrap around my neck. She hangs on, just leaning into me as she tries to catch her breath.
I cover her pussy with my hands, feeling my release there. I coat my finger in it before I thrust it back into her. She pushes her hips with me, fucking my finger. I don’t think she knows what I’m doing, but she’s not dumb either.
“You’re too good to me.” I kiss her neck, nuzzling her there.
She starts to say something, but an alert comes over my speakers, letting me know someone is here.
“What’s that?” she ends up saying instead.
“Your stuff is here,” I reluctantly say, not wanting to move. I had planned on washing her, but I guess it will have to wait.
“Really? That was fast.”
“Me or the boxes?” I half tease, making her giggle. “Stay and shower if you want. I already washed up after my workout.”
“You already worked out?!?”
“Yeah.” I press my mouth to hers in a kiss. “You put clothes on and not just a robe if you come out while these movers are here,” I tell her, dropping one more hard kiss on her before I get out of the shower.
“You’re bossy,” she calls after me as I towel off.
“Maybe, but I’m more possessive than anything when it comes to you. No one sees my wife any kind of naked but me,” I call over my shoulder as I head out of the bathroom, not daring to look back. If I do, I know I’ll be back in that shower doing what I said I wouldn’t.
Fucking her against the wall of it.