Page 34 of Till Death Do Us Part

Once we were both inside, I closed the glass. Thank the Lord I’d been hard on myself only minutes earlier. Otherwise, this proximity would be impossible. Blocking the spray with my back and shoulders, I reached for Mia’s chin and lifted it until her lips were at the perfect height to kiss. Unlike last night, I moved slower.

This was uncharted territory for me. My first sex was at fourteen. My uncle hired a prostitute, againstmi madre’swishes. He said it was time for me to be a man—hacerte un hombre. After that time, I never worked to get a woman to spread her legs. If she didn’t accept the challenge, I moved on. The next one would say yes. Hard and fast was my speed. Mostly, a quest for self-gratification.

Mia was testing my patience, and I found the challenge sexy as fuck.

After a moment, she leaned in, sandwiching my penis between us. Immediately, she jumped away.

“My dick won’t bite you.”

Her neck and cheeks pinkened, and I fucking loved that she blushed.

“I want to wash you.”

“Wash me?”

I peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses. “No sex. Only bodywash.”

It took a few seconds, but finally, Mia nodded.

“Turn around.”

I poured the liquid soap onto a washcloth and slowly ran it over her shoulders and back, down both arms. This was the first time I’d touched her all over. I took my time, running my touch over her soft skin. Mia moaned as I ran the washcloth over her round ass. Crouching down, I made sure that each leg and foot was sudsy.

“Turn around.”

Mia obeyed; her expression morphed seeing me still on my haunches. Her pink pussy was right in front of me. With a grin, I said, “I need to work my way back up.”

Instead of using the washcloth, I slowly and methodically kissed her calves, knees, and thighs. It took all my willpower to jump over her bald pussy. Sometime I would tell her to give me a fucking landing strip or something. If I were to guess, her late husband was a wuss when it came to hair. I preferred a sign that my wife wasn’t a child.

I thought she may protest. Instead, Mia leaned her shoulders against the tile and closed her eyes as my lips moved over her stomach and up to her tits. They were perfect and round. Not huge but not small. By the time I made it to her lips, Mia opened her mouth, willingly accepting my tongue while giving me hers.

“Fuck,” I growled.

“What?”

“My dick won’t stay limp around you.”

She swallowed as her eyes looked down. “Do you want help with that?”

“More than you fucking know.”

When her knees bent, I stopped her. “No, Mia. I made you a promise. Kisses only.” Her eyes grew wide. “Do I want your lips on my dick? Yes. But not until you’re ready.” I took a deep breath. “Turn around and I’ll wash your hair.”

Under the spray, her hair appeared darker. I liked the array of colors it had when dry. For a moment I thought about our home and the pool, wondering if the sun would help bring out those lighter shades.

By the time I turned off the water and wrapped my wife in a plush towel, we were both clean. None of our sexual tension had been expelled, but I hoped that just maybe a bit of her fear was.

I’d touched her body without mauling her.

The looks she was giving me said she still believed we were on thin ice. If sex was coming when hell froze over, I had high hopes for the ice growing more solid.

“Are you going to tell the other men we had sex?” Mia asked as she combed her long hair.

“I’m going to avoid the conversation. If pressed, I’ll lie. Some would see it as weak on my part. I won’t lie to Rei. I trust him with my life.”

Mia nodded. “I can lie too.”

“Why would you do that?”

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