Infinity(65)
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“Hey handsome, care to join me in the hot tub?” I ask my gorgeous husband, who’s already ripping off his clothes as if they’re on fire. I’m wearing nothing but a smile. I’d advised Jenny earlier that she should probably not look in the backyard tonight. I couldn’t promise that Colin and I wouldn’t be making a porno. I also told the two security guys in the pool house to turn off the backyard cameras.
This is our first time seeing each other in a couple of weeks, and I want and need my husband. I’m craving his touch on my skin, his warm breath on my neck. I want all of him. I want to bask in his attention.
I’ve got an old country Pandora station playing on the outdoor speakers. The hot tub is bubbling at a fantastic ninety-nine degrees. Our Waterford crystal champagne bucket is filled with bottles of water for Colin. I’ve an open bottle of Malbec wine sitting next to the champagne bucket, and a halfway empty glass in my hand. It’s just like old times, except we’re parents now, and my dad is dead.
Colin leaves his clothes on a sun-lounger so I get to watch him walk towards me in all his naked glory. My nipples tighten into sharp points, and it’s not from the chilly night air. His body is perfectly sculpted as if he’s been carved from a block of solid marble. His abs ripple as he moves closer. Involuntarily, I lick my lips, wanting a taste of his full lips, pec muscles, and the very hard cock that’s standing at attention. That’s my husband, and he wants me just as much as I want him. I’m so aroused I’m even able to ignore his limp.
“See something you like?” he asks as he flashes me my half-smile. Those green eyes of his twinkle in the moonlight. Dallas won. He played an inspired game. Ainsley and I are home. Colin’s happy.
He climbs into the hot tub, sinking into the bubbling water, and lets out a very contented sigh. His long, muscular arms rest outside of the hot tub on the brick surround. I scoot next to him, snuggling up to his side, noting that we fit together perfectly after all this time. Two halves making one whole.
His pec muscles beg me for attention, so I bring my tongue and lips to his nipples and begin to suck and nip the one closest to me while I pinch the one furthest away. Colin’s groans of appreciation bathe my insides with hot liquid lava. I long to feel his pulse against my lips so I kiss my way up his toned chest to his heart. His rhythm tells me that he’s as turned on as I am.
We need to reestablish this connection. I don’t want to talk about football, or Ainsley. I can’t give him his being time. Not now. I need to feel him against me—every muscular inch.
“You haven’t even said hello to me yet, wife of mine.” There’s humor and love in his words.
I ignore him and climb on top, placing my knees on either side of his thighs. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, using his tongue to slowly make love to my mouth. Our kiss takes on a comforting yet desperate edge that speaks volumes about what we’re feeling. It’s I missed you more than I can articulate, and I love you more than myself.
His erection is pinned between us. Even through the numbing effects of the water, his hardness throbs against my stomach in anticipation. My hands go from lovingly massaging Colin’s scalp and running my fingers through his dark-blonde waves to gripping his back muscles as I rub my hips against him, craving the friction of his erection against my clit. His soft moans of pleasure make me ache to have him. God, I’ve missed this. Colin. It’s one simple five-letter name, but the man behind it is anything but simple. He’s intense and moody, he’s passionate and loving, he’s private and public; the five-letter name that defines my husband is my drug of choice.
I still haven’t spoken a word to him. I prefer to let my body do all the talking for me. I begin to rotate my hips, using my core to massage his penis. Colin uses the weightlessness of the water to move my slickness up and down his length. I throw my head back, breaking our kiss in ecstasy as his erection puts just enough pressure against my bare, exposed clit.
We’re home. This feels like what home is supposed to be like. I grab his face in my hands and lean in, giving him a soul-searing kiss. I don’t want to tell him how much I need him. I want him to feel my desire, my love, my want, my need for this. What we have between us in this moment is not defined by time or space. It’s love and lust, tied up in a gorgeous box labeled passion.
He kisses me back, matching my intensity perfectly. I feel him guide my hips up a little higher and then bring me down, encasing his erection inside of my heat and wetness. I moan into his mouth as he brings me down further and further until I’m sitting on his thighs, filling me with himself, his hardness.