Page 36 of A Little Thankful

Everything in my life was always planned, down to what socks I would wear on any given day. I planned my meals, my work, the music I would listen to. My days were planned by the hour, sometimes by the minute. But this… this was something spontaneous, like those three days in the cabin. Spontaneity had given me a daughter. It had given me my entire life’s trajectory, and now it was giving me my private time with the woman I loved.

“I agree,” she said, staring up into my eyes as the hot water slid down our bodies.

She ran her hands over my shoulders and down my chest. Her touch felt like liquid fire. Like her fingers stimulated my soul, and when she wrapped her fist around my solid cock, I pulled in a breath so deep I had to cough it out.

“Are you okay?” she asked, looking concerned, but never letting go of me.

“I couldn’t be better. You do things to me that take my breath away.”

“I’ve barely touched you.”

“That’s all it takes,” I told her, then cupped her breast and sucked on each hard nipple, while she pumped my cock, and ran her thumb over the tip, driving me wild with desire for her.

“Take me,” she demanded.

“Anything you want,” I muttered, my voice so low, I could only feel it, and not really hear it.

I slid my hands under her firm round ass, and lifted her off the ground, as I guided my cock into her tight pussy, the walls closing in on me like a hot vice, causing me to moan the sensation.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I love it. Your pussy feels so fucking good, like you were made for my cock.”

I pressed her back up against the tiled wall, and she wrapped both her legs around me, taking me deep inside her. I held her up with one hand under her ass, my fingers caressing her crack, then feeling my cock as it slid in and out, drilling her hard and deep. And when she tiled her hips to give me even more of her, I couldn’t help kissing her again, maybe too aggressively this time. But fuck if she didn’t accept my hit, and do the same back. It felt as if we’d been waiting for this moment for far too long, and now that it was here, there was nothing we wouldn’t do to satisfy the other person.

I pumped her hard and fast, pulling away and watching her face, watching her breasts sway, her body move with each thrust.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Forrest. My Forrest. That’s it. Harder. Faster. Come deep inside of me.”

My legs began to shake. My body began to fight me, but I wanted to hold off until she came. Until I could watch her fall apart. Watch her break from an orgasm that split her world in two.

I pushed her hair back off her face, cupped her chin and forced her to look at me, to watch me come with her.

“Don’t look away. I want to watch you. I want you to watch me. Eyes wide open. See our pleasure. Take it in, and never forget it.”

That was when it happened. When I exploded deep inside of her. When her body bucked and quaked. When her face tensed. When her eyes watered. When mine did the same. When wegently said each other’s names, and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock over and over, like she tightened that vice grip in bursts that could destroy me if the intensity kept going for any length of time.

“Fuck, Sage. Fuck yes!” I finally said, as we both collapsed into each other, my cock already slipping out from its home between her legs. I rested my forehead on the tile wall for a moment, as she rested her head on my shoulder. Our breathing so labored, I knew we both needed to get out of this shower and lie down or we’d be lying on the bottom of it.

I reached up and turned off the water, then opened the door, and grabbed the large white bath towel hanging next to the door. I sort of dried off, but mostly I wrapped her in it, picked her up, and carried her off to the bed, where I deposited her. She instantly turned on her side, made a little satisfied sound, letting out a long sigh.

Both Mace and Hunter were gone, but I had a feeling they were either taking a shower somewhere else in the house, there were three, or Hunter was making a pot of coffee. I knew he needed coffee in the morning or he couldn’t function.

Not two minutes later, they both walked into the room, naked, while Hunter carried a tray that contained everything we needed for a decent cup of coffee.

As soon as Sage opened her eyes, she said, “Let me join you.” And she tugged off her towel.“This is what I like best. Naked coffee with my husbands.”

“And with our wife,” Mace said, as he crawled up on the bed to get next to her.

She sat up, and leaned against the cloth-covered headboard, her lovely breasts taunting us.

Hunter handed her a mug of coffee. “Cream and sugar, right?”

“You know how I like my coffee?”

“I remembered from our time in the cabin,” he said, grinning.

“What else do you remember?” she teased.

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