Page 65 of What About Now

When her grip loosens, I place a tender kiss over her and lift my head. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

She doesn’t speak, and neither do I. Instead, I gently place her legs back down and nod for her to move up the bed. She does so slowly, her body still coming down from her orgasm.

I’m quick to climb into bed next to her and pull her into my arms. Her breathing is still labored, her body is flushed, and she has this dopey, satisfied look in her eyes. I press my lips to the top of her head as I try to regulate my own breathing.

This was a huge step for her. I know that. I know the trust she had to give me to have this kind of access to her. Hope wells in my chest. I think my wife might be falling in love with me.

Once she’s recovered, she asks quietly, “What about you?”

“What about me?” I know what she means. My cock is throbbing, aching for attention, but I ignore it.

“Don’t you need… relief?” she asks.

“I just need you,” I tell her, kissing her forehead.

“I can—” she starts, but I’m already shaking my head.

“Not tonight. I promised you something, and I delivered. There were no other promises made.”

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She reaches between us and grips my cock.

I have to fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head at the feel of her soft hand gripping me.

She takes her time, leisurely stroking me, and normally, that wouldn’t be enough, but I’m too keyed up. Her taste is still on my lips, and her hand is on my cock. Resting my palm on her cheek, I kiss her. I try to show her with each brush of my tongue against hers how I’m feeling in this moment. I’m trying to show her that she’s my everything.

Her grip strengthens and her hand moves faster. She leans down and places a kiss on my chest over my heart, and it explodes behind my rib cage.

My wife is turning me inside out.

Sitting up, she grips me tighter. Her hand on my cock has her rapt attention. While that’s an image I would love burned into my mind for a lifetime, I’m looking at her. I’m watching as she chews on her bottom lip. I’m watching her chest as her breaths become shorter and faster with each one she pulls into her lungs.

I’m so close, too amped up, too lost in her to stop it. “Close,” I grit. Warning her seems like the right thing to do, but she doesn’t move. Her eyes never stray from what she’s doing, and when she pokes her tongue out to soothe the bottom lip she’s been torturing, I lose control.

I spill over into her hand and force my eyes to stay open, and fuck me, I’m glad that I did. She smiles triumphantly, effectively stealing the breath from my lungs and my heart from my chest.

They’re both hers.

I can’t take my eyes off her, which is why I’m able to watch as she pulls her hand to her mouth and licks her finger. The same finger that’s covered in my release.

“Fuck, Brogan.” I pull her down to me and kiss her.

When I finally come up for air, she wrinkles her nose. “We’re both messy.”

“I guess that means I better get you cleaned up.” Rolling out of bed, with a mental note to change the sheets, I grab her leg and tug her to the edge, and lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms and legs around me.

We’re naked, skin to skin, and nothing has ever felt better.

“Where are you taking me now?” Humor laces her voice.

“Shower.”

“Together?” she asks.

“Is that okay with you?”

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