I step forward until she’s pressed against the glass. Her hands spread out, steadying herself. I wonder if she knows what’s coming next.
When I have her like this she looks vulnerable, but I know better. This woman can rock my world with just one look. She’s dangerous and if I’m not careful, she’ll break my heart. There’s a glint in her eye when I place my hands on either side of her face. The water is cascading down over us making it almost impossible to see each other. I could turn it off, but I really like the steam it creates.
“Good morning, wifey,” I say as my lips meet hers. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me closer. My hands slide off the wall and cup her arse, pulling her against my aching dick. She breaks free of my mouth, much to my displeasure. Her lips move across my cheek, to my ear and down my neck. Her fingernails move down my chest, pinching my nipples in their wake. She licks the water that has pooled below my navel. My dick jumps, begging for attention.
She looks up and winks. Her hand wraps about my erection, moving up and down. I tuck her hair behind her ears, my fingertips caressing her cheek. Her tongue snakes out, touching the tip of my dick. I have to lean against the glass when she takes me fully in her mouth. Her hands grab my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. I want to close my eyes and enjoy the moment, but I can’t stop watching her. I want to burn this moment into my memory forever.
My hips move at her instruction. I glance down in time to see her looking up at me. She’s so incredibly sexy. I can’t stand not being buried inside her. I pull her up from the shower floor. She releases my dick from her mouth with a smirk. I turn her around, pushing her tits into the glass. I wish I had a camera on the other side so I could take a photograph of what she looks like. I’d stare at it all day knowing she was waiting for me at home. I thrust into her, pulling her hair as I do. The way she screams, the way my name rolls off her tongue spurs me to go faster.
Our skin slaps together. The glass squeaks every time I slam into her. I can’t seem to get enough of her. This is something different than when I was with Chelsea. This is so much better.
I grab her hips, slamming them into me over and over. She slides down the glass, bending at the waist to give me a better angle. She cries out and I know she’s close. I’m beginning to learn how I can work her body. It sings to me and I’m listening loud and clear.
“Oh, Jimmy.” I can barely hear her over the water, but I know what she wants. I reach around, brushing her already swollen clit with my thumb. “Oh, God,” she says as her body goes rigid around my dick. I thrust faster, deeper, until she’s milking everything out of me.
I pull her body flush with mine and stand us under the lukewarm water. We’re breathing heavily. I hold her with one arm under our child, the other between her boobs with my hand holding her face. I kiss her cheek, her ear and nuzzle her wet hair.
“My God, Jenna, what did you do to me? I came in here to take a shower with you so I could be close to you. I want to learn every inch of your body. I need to know what turns you on. I need to know all of you. Will you let me?”
She nods against my shoulder and that’s all I need. She’s willing to let me know her more than just physically. Maybe that’s what I need for her to finally open up to me and let me in.
“DO you want a boy or girl?” I ask. My hand rests on her stomach while she feeds me some grapes. We’ve managed to move from the shower to the bed. The day is a lost cause since a thunderstorm has rolled in. Now we’re lying here getting to know each other, while listening to the rainfall outside.
“I don’t know. I really just want a healthy baby, but either one has perks. With a little girl I can dress her in pink with bows in her hair, but with a little boy I can give him a Mohawk.”
“So he takes after his daddy?” I try to hide my smile, but I can’t. She reaches out and slaps me, making me laugh. It’s the first time she’s mentioned something about me that she likes, other than my knob.
“Yes, just like yours.” She hides her face from me and I hate it.
“Don’t do that, Jenna.”
“Do what?”
I hover over her, giving her no choice but to look at me. “Don’t hide from me. We’re married and I’m your husband. I want to be your husband. There’s no right or wrong answer when I ask you a question and I want you to ask the same of me in return. I want you to know me, Jenna. I told you that the other night. I want to be married to you. Yes, we’re here because of what we’ve created, but that shouldn’t matter.” I move and sit next to her, taking her hand in mine.
“I was married for three years. I was in love and couldn’t wait to start my life with Damien. Shortly after our wedding we were fooling around and I accidently hit him in his… well you know and he backhanded me. We were both shocked. We both cried. He promised never to do it again and I believed him. When it happened again, he said it was an accident. But it started happening more and more and the littlest things would set him off. He’d come home with a pregnancy test and when it would show that we weren’t pregnant, he’d hit me. Everything was my fault. I did everything I could to not get pregnant, and then I sleep with you and bam! I’m pregnant and I’m happy. I’m so happy that I’m having this baby.
“I’m happy that you want to be a part of the baby’s life, Jimmy, I am. I’m just scared and confused. I’m scared to open up and find that you don’t want me. I’m scared that one day, you’ll walk out and not return because you’ll realize that I’m not what you want. Everything here seems perfect, but what about when we are out there in the real world? Is this ring enough to keep you loyal? Because if it’s not, tell me now and we can part and I’ll be okay.”
“I’m not leaving, Jenna. I meant every word when I said my vows. I’m taking this seriously.” I say to her, hoping she’ll hear my words. I don’t know what else I can do to convince her.
“You don’t love me.”
Ah bollocks, she’s got me there. I have to look away because I don’t want her to see the pain that her words cause me. The fact that she said it hits me with such impact. I pick up her hand, kiss her wedding ring and roll our bodies so that we’re facing each other.
“I want to fall in love with you, Sweet Lips. Since the night of Liam and Josie’s wedding, I’ve been trying my hardest to make sure that I’m in the same room as you, or that I can have any excuse to talk to you. I came to Beaumont early because I missed you, but I couldn’t tell anyone that. I need you and I love the fact that you’re my wife. I don’t want that to change.”
I lean over and place my lips to hers. Her hand comes up and tangles in my hair. She holds me to her and I want to tell her that I’m not going anywhere.
“Just so you know, when we get back to Beaumont, I’ll be sleeping in your bed.”
“It’s a queen-size bed, ya know.”
“Good. That means you won’t be able to get away from me in the middle of the night. I like holding you in my arms, but when I woke up this morning you were on the other side. That’s too far away from me.”
“I do like it when you hold me.”
That makes me smile. “Then come here, Sweet Lips.” She snuggles into my arms, her head resting on my chest. Her fingers dance along my pecs, drawing circles and lines over the ridges from my muscles. I want to make her happy. I want her to accept me for me and not the person media portrays me to be, although it’s pretty damn accurate. I can change that. I will change that image. I’ll be the man she needs me to be, even if it kills me. The first thing I need to do is to quit smoking. I think this trip has been good for me in that way too.