Always with You - Part One(23)

I flick open the snap to her shorts and push them down her legs along with her panties. I reach between her thighs and spread her slick folds. She's slippery and ready. Holy hell!

"You've been a naughty girl today, it seems," I tell her, thrusting two fingers deep into her. She comes up on her toes and I feel her muscles clench deliciously around my digits.



       
         
       
        

I look up into her stunningly flushed face and remove my fingers long enough to turn her toward the mirror. "Do you remember our first bathroom?" I ask, moving my hands back to her breasts, rolling her delectable nipples between my thumb and forefingers. She lets her head rest back on my chest, her eyes dark with barely controlled desire.

"Yes," she says breathlessly.

I kiss my way along the curve of her neck and move my right hand to her right leg, lifting until it's resting along the cool ceramic of the sink. The position spreads her wide and my mouth actually waters when I look at the reflection of her slick, swollen pussy.

"Jesus," I mutter, nipping her flesh with my teeth, but unable to take my eyes off her body. I move my palm up the inside of her thigh to her clit. She jerks against me when I pinch it lightly. "I'll kiss that later. I promise," I vow as I rub slow circles over it until she's relaxed again. "I swear to God, Olivia, I've never felt anything like you. I wish you knew what it's like to touch you, to put my fingers in you, my tongue in you, my cock in you. To be inside this perfect body."

"Cash, please," she moans, moving her hips against my hand.

"Unzip me," I tell her, watching as my middle finger disappears into her and then reappears slick with her need. I flex my hips into her when I feel her fumbling with my fly and I can't help groaning when her strong fingers wind around me.

"Now give me your hand," I instruct, knowing I'll probably lose it as soon as I plunge into her. But I don't care. We're going to see this through the right way.

Olivia brings her hand to mine and I take her fingers and press them into her along with mine. I force them deep and then bring them back out to massage her rigid clit. I work them faster and faster until her breath is coming in short bursts. She's close. I can practically feel it coming.

I release her nipple and drag my other hand between us. I push her forward with my chest until her ass is pushed up and out. I pause long enough to find her eyes in the mirror. They're half closed and her mouth is half open. I take a deep breath and ease into her as slowly as I can. Her body clutches snugly around the thickness of my cock and I have to grit my teeth to keep control.

"Christ almighty, you're so hot. And I'm so hard. Can you feel that?" I ask, moving her fingers around to form a V around the base of me, where our bodies join. I pull out and ease back in, shuddering when her fingers slip and slide and tighten around me.

She moves, rubbing her wetness over her clit and then back down around my cock just as I'm pulling out. Her muscles clamp. Her breath hitches. And when I slam back into her, the first spasm hits, pulling me right over the edge with her. 

"Cash, oh God!"

Thought abandons me. Finesse deserts me. I sink my fingers into the flesh of her hips, I grip her as tight as I can and I jackhammer my body into hers. I'm vaguely aware of her screaming my name, of that deep sense of satisfaction I always feel when she comes apart so utterly for me. But it's partly lost in the passion that's riding me like a vicious habit I never want to kick. When I explode into her, I have to reach around with one hand to steady myself against the sink just so that I don't topple us both and have us end up on the floor.

I'm quiet for exactly seven heartbeats when I feel it. Come. Hers, mine … it eases from within her to run down my balls. Just like I told her it would that first time in the bathroom at Tad's Sports Bar and Grill, all those months ago.

I rally enough to pull out and ram my body up into hers one last time, hoping against hope that we can create a life this day. I know there is nothing I could do to make my wife happier. And that's all I want out of my life-to make Olivia happy.