Marital Bliss(7)

Clint laughed. “I thought you might say that. I started it while I was up there. It will be nice and steamy by the time we get there.”

“Pretty sure I’d want a shower, huh?”

“Oh, I know exactly what you want, Mischa. Although it involves getting wet, I think the shower part would be optional.”

“I love you.” She said the words as she turned around and met his eyes. She did. Her whole world rose and set on this man. She’d always wanted to find the kind of lasting love that her parents had. Though it had only been one year since they’d married, she really felt she had that with Clint.

“I love you too.” His voice was husky. He scooped her up into his arms and took her mouth in a scorching kiss before carrying her out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

She loved being in his arms. There was just something both secure and romantic about it. He was strong and capable and so sexy.

“Oh, it is perfect,” she breathed out as she got her first glimpse of the bed. It was huge, taking up the majority of the bedroom. There was a skylight over it that had it bathed in light at the moment. She couldn’t wait to see how the moon would look. Even better, it had a four-poster frame that would be perfect for the ties she’d brought. She shivered just thinking about it.

“I can’t wait to see what’s taking place in your mind. I know we’re going to enjoy every moment of the reality of it.”

“We definitely will.”

“Shower?”

“I’m all yours.”

“Never doubted it.”

He carried her in and she couldn’t believe the opulence. Hell, the upstairs alone was worth the price. If there was a fridge up here, they’d probably never go downstairs at all. The tub was definitely big enough for two or three or more. It was huge and she could already see the jets. They’d have to try that out too.

He lowered her legs outside the shower door and when she stood, he slid the door open for her. It was like stepping into another room. She’d never seen a shower like it before. She felt him move in behind her and heard the hiss of the door as he closed them in. She took another step and felt the first actual spray of water on her skin. There was steam and heat and it felt amazing.

“We may never leave,” she said with a sigh as she closed her eyes and let the water hit her.

Clint chuckled. “Just wait.” With that he took her hips and nudged her farther in. She felt the other sprays of water around them now. They could have an orgy in here and not run out of room. It clearly took up the entire length of the bathroom. What she’d thought was wall was instead the hidden depths of the shower.

Clint’s hands were on her, moving over her skin. She loved his hands. Loved the way he touched her. Never too hard, never too soft, but exactly how she wanted it. He turned her around and trailed his fingers down her arms to her hands. He took them in his and lifted them high above her head. She knew what he wanted.

When he ran his hand back down her inner arms she kept them high. She watched, her breath hitching as he finally dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked, playing with her in a way that always made her wet. By the time he finished, she’d be dripping, and it would have nothing to do with being in the shower.

“I love your nipples,” he spoke around one, his breath hot torture over the turgid point. She shifted in front of him and he nipped her gently with his teeth. He soothed it with a slow caress of his tongue and then moved to the other nipple. Back and forth he moved, working her into a frenzy.

“My knees are getting weak,” she whispered. That, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold up her arms.

“There’s one of those benches I was telling you about to our left.”

She let his hands guide her and sat as soon as she saw it. It was long and wide and seemed to have some type of rubber mat all the way around it.

“Lie back,” Clint urged her and she willingly complied. The water wasn’t directly on her but she was still feeling the warm mist of it over her skin. She understood the mat when Clint kneeled down and pulled her hips to the edge of the seat. “I’ve wanted to do this all day.”

He leaned in and licked over the plumped folds of her labia. Dipping his tongue inside, he flicked her swollen clitoris before leaning in to suck around it. She reached down with one hand, loosely threading her fingers through his hair. His eyes met hers, and just like the first time she’d seen him, she felt her breath stop.

Then his gaze dropped back to her pussy and he began pleasuring her. His tongue tasted, tapped and explored before he used two fingers to spread her wide. He speared his tongue inside, flicking along her walls and widening his tongue to fill her as best he could. Then he pulled it back, rimming her opening before thrusting it inside again.