She absolutely was.
Fuck me.
Releasing her legs from my waist, I stepped away from the vanity and reached for the shower knob, turning it to the hottest setting. We’d never showered together before, but from the steam that usually escaped her bathroom door, I figured this was what she liked.
The way she watched me was nothing if not sensual. Made me want to forget the shower and slip inside of her right then and there. Alas, I had standards. And making love to my wife for the first time held high ones.
I admired her for all but a few seconds before my restraint snapped like a rubber band. Her swollen bottom lip was being tortured by her teeth, chewing in anticipation. Her soft shoulders were taut, embellishing the large swells of her breastsburied in white lace. Perfect, perky curves that fit her body so perfectly, hanging over her ribs. But my breathing hitched when my eyes slid to my favorite new feature of hers—the magical bump that protruded from her stomach. The bump that heldour baby.It made me feel like a fucking caveman. Made the need to claim her a hundred times stronger.
My body shook with need. My hands dragged down her body, blindly finding and unbuttoning her jeans and sliding down the zipper. A gasp escaped her mouth as my fingertips brushed the sensitive skin on her hips and slid lower to grip her ass. It was one of my favorite parts of her body, save for her beautiful smile. She was a horsewoman, meaning she had unmatched muscles throughout her glutes and legs.
Contrary to her tight muscles, her skin was butter-soft. She became impatient with my gentle, slow movements, restlessly shoving her jeans down her legs and pulling them off her ankles. Then, she reached for my own and repeated the action. Her urgency drove me wild. My fingers flew to unclasp her bra, letting her full breasts spill free.
It had been a while since I had seen Maggie bare in front of me—probably not since we hooked up in the guest room of my house all those months ago. I hadn’t forgotten what she looked like, butdamn,was it astonishing to see her body fully exposed again. My hands brushed across the swell of her breasts, and she inhaled a sharp breath, green eyes glued to mine. I didn’t dare look down until she was ready.
I kept my gaze with hers because this wasn’t my moment. It was ours.
Our eyes locked on each other, and I think we both saidI love youwithout words, because no one had ever looked at me like that before.
Maggie pulled me in for another hard kiss. My mouth fused to hers like a magnetic energy I couldn’t fight. Seemed I never wonthat battle around her. My lips traveled across her jawline and down her neck, kissing and nipping her sensitive skin until she moaned my name. I dragged my tongue across her collarbone before moving lower. I licked a circle around her nipple, covering it with my mouth, teasing and torturing the other with my fingers.
A sweet melody swam through my ears as Maggie chanted my name and clutched my shoulders. Her fingers tangled in my hair, keeping me connected with her hard peak. My teeth scraped against it while my tongue raced to soothe. I turned my attention to the other breast and repeated my slow torture.
“Jack, you’re killing me,” Maggie admitted breathlessly. While my actions ignored her, I was hard as fucking stone beneath my thin boxers.
She was so close. Only a few slivers of fabric separated us. If I could just tear them out of my way…
My left hand reached down to palm my dick, assuring it that release would ensue. I groaned and brought my hand to her panties and pressed my thumb to her clit. A tiny gasp left her lips. God, she was fucking soaked through the tiny scrap of cotton. I couldn’t wait another second to drag them down her shaking legs. Her long limbs flew upward, allowing her to toss them to the floor. Maggie grasped my neck to pull me up to her.
I swept my tongue into her mouth. “Fuck, baby. I could taste you all fucking night, but I’ve got other things to do to you.”
Lifting her off the counter and placing her next to the glass shower door would have been easier, but my girl was dripping and pressed against my cock, and it took every last bit of my self control not to press her against the wall and fix the mess we made. I made one last move of removing my own undergarments and followed her into the scorching-hot spray. I hissed when the water hit my back.
“Too hot?” she asked, reaching for the knob that adjusted the temperature. I nodded, and she made it slightly cooler, but still warm enough to fog up the glass door.
Once the water wasn’t burning my skin, I placed Maggie beneath it and ran my hands through her luscious brown locks. Her loose waves fell straight when the water drenched them.
She looked too fucking good on display like this. I needed to take it slow before I embarrassed myself. My hands tangled in her hair and massaged her scalp, and I kissed her lips, cheeks, ears, and nose. She giggled when I reached for the shampoo and squirted an unnecessary amount onto my hands. I shrugged and rubbed them together before running them through her hair, back and forth, until it emulsified into a bubbly mess atop her head.
She hummed and threw her head back, letting the water rinse the lather out of her hair. “I think I like it better when you wash my hair.”
“The only person who should wash your hair, then, is me,” I smirked, but it wasn’t a joke. I never wanted to step into the shower alone now that I’d had one with her.
Maggie nodded before grabbing the body wash and mocked my incident with the shampoo, also squeezing too much into her hands. I rolled my eyes at her before she smiled and began massaging my shoulders, working her way down my arms. I played polo nearly every day, and rode even more often than that. My muscles didn’t get sore easily, but after a game, it was nice to have them massaged. They were always wound so tight with Maggie around. The soft hands on my chest moved down my stomach and snuck around my back. I rolled my head from side to side as she worked her strong fingers into my back muscles. She lowered her hands, giving my ass a squeeze. I cupped hers in return and thrusted mine out of her grip.
“There will be none of that.” I gave her a stern look, but her sneaky smile was too precious to reprimand.
Keeping her eyes trained on mine, she reached around to my front to grasp my rock-hard erection between us. Her eyebrows raised, and her eyes closed as she pumped me back and forth. Ecstasy flooded my veins at her touch. She looked too pleased, touching me like this. But I was a gentleman, and Maggie was coming first.
I groaned, pulling her out of the spray and onto the cold, hard tile of the shower wall. My right hand traced the curve of her hip and snuck between her legs, playing with the lips of her entrance. Even though she didn’t have room, Maggie threw her head back and released a loud, breathy moan. My name was interlaced in there somewhere, sounding something like,fuck me, Jack. She lifted one of her legs around my hip to give me better access, and I took full advantage. Just like when I had teased her on her bed a few days earlier, I dragged my fingers up and down her slit, not quite entering her, but still giving her enough to hang on to me to dear life.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me.” Her voice was desperate, matching my feelings exactly.
“I am touching you.”
