Page 33 of His Weekend Wife

Ash sighed as she sunk lower into the water, rinsing off the soap. Her skin was sensitive, alive—needy. She should be focused on managing herself the next thirty days, not imagining Declan sharing her bed.

She shouldn’t be here, soaking, thinking of his arms wrapped around her, his naked body pressing into hers, his large erection stretching her wet muscles. How was it possible that he got better looking with age? Of course, he would. He had people around him doing his every bidding. That’s what money bought you. She sniffed loudly. She knew it was more than that though. He was gorgeous. Mr. Sexy with wild hair and gray eyes. Not to mention that he had a body that could melt her panties away. Tall, broad-shouldered and coiled muscles that she wanted to sink her nails into.

Frustration built inside of her like a rubber band being pulled to its limit. She rubbed her hands over her shoulders, down her arms, back up to her sensitive breasts, tweaking the hard nipples. With her big toe, she turned on the button that sent the jets whirling into action. The warm water spun around her legs, her stomach and her breasts that were tight with need. She hadn’t given herself pleasure in a long time.

Closing her eyes, relaxing her head back onto the curved side of the tub, she eased deeper, running her thumbs over her hard nipples. Her heart pitter pattered behind her chest, so fast she could feel the beating against her palm. Her skin tingled from the water and her breaths were rhythmic and calm. Spreading her legs slightly, the water swirled around her core, sending a wave of sensation rushing through her. The sudden pressure of the jets circling her clit almost took her off guard. Pleasure ceased her muscles and she purred in delight.

She could bring herself much enjoyment, right here in this tub of water. No one was here to keep her from taking her body to a place she hadn’t been in a long time.

She allowed her mind to drift into a fantasy, memories of a time when it was Declan bringing her body erotic pleasure. She imagined him here now, spreading her thighs, dipping his head and suckling her tender breasts. He once told her how much he loved her chest. Although they weren’t large, they were firm and her nipples responded to his every touch. She’d always been sensitive to his playfulness, loving his mouth licking her nipples, gently nibbling the sensitive nubs until she was submissive to his very desire.

Gliding her hand into the water she found the throbbing flesh between her legs and slid her fingers along the seam of her pussy, gently spreading the delicate lips and dipping one finger into the aching folds. Her clit was swollen and tender as she glided her finger over the fleshy head, bringing every nerve ending awake throughout her body. Rolling the pad of her finger over the folds, she jerked her hips and sucked in a deep breath. Her muscles quaked alive in need of more caressing. Her fingers were not as skillful as Declan’s when it came to the art of lovemaking and pleasuring her. His large hands had always been her weakness as he explored her every soft dip and curve, making every time feel like the first time. She slipped a finger inside of her body, then two, feeling her coiled muscles clenching and unclenching around the appealing intrusion. She spread her legs wider, bracing her knees on each side of the tub, allowing her body to float deeper into the water, the jets joining her fingers at her core. The combination made the sensation triple in effect.

If Declan were here now, he’d have his head between her legs, licking her and lapping up her precious juices that her body gifted him. He enjoyed giving her oral pleasure, and in return, she enjoyed going down on him, suckling his erection deep inside of her mouth, watching desire take shape in his creased brow, thin lips, hard jaw as she brought him to the edge, then watched him fly along the release. They’d spent hours giving each other pleasure, exploring new ways to reach new heights. At times, it seemed as though they were trying to outdo one another, to rule the ring of desire, but it never failed that they would end up in each other’s arms, lovemaking until the wee hours of the morning. At times, they would miss out on eating until their bodies could no longer suffice without nutrients.

She smiled at the thought. That’s what young people do.

Slipping her fingers free, she again concentrated on her clit and the pulsing spasms racing through the head. The whirling water spread over her, around her and her breathing grew labored.

She wished she despised Declan, hated his touch, but truth was she craved his attention. Touching herself would only take the edge off the surface of her longing.

As her fingers moved between her legs, the bubbling water massaged her skin. Many sensations assaulted her at once, on the inside where turmoil built to a crescendo and on the outside where goosebumps still scattered her flesh. She was relaxed though, more relaxed than she had been in forever.

Cupping her breasts with her free hand, she kneaded the mounds, tweaking the nipples. She rocked her hips forward and back, then side to side, finding the rhythm that would take her above and beyond. She’d never been able to manage to get her body to a complete release, and yet she needed this more than ever.

She heard a slight sound outside of the bedroom but she was so far entranced in her fantasies and feelings that she didn’t ponder it but a second. She was so close…so ready…

Opening her eyes, she blinked twice. Her heart took on a heavy beating and she knew she couldn’t be seeing what she thought was there, three feet before her. Declan was standing next to the tub, looking down at her, his eyes so brooding that they could be lit with a match. Danger marred his beautiful features.

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