Page 12 of Beyond Oblivion

Trying for a baby had turned sex into a business. It had been too long since we’d just been spontaneous. Even longer since I’d initiated on impulse.

I let him go to grab the soap, lathered the suds in my hand, and then reached down, taking his already stiffening dick into my hand. My fingers and palm glided over his skin, and he leaned his head back and moaned.

“I fucking love you,” he said. He was leaning back against me, his body so relaxed I didn’t know how he was standing.

It didn’t take long for him to turn around, take my cheeks into his hands, and press his lips against mine. I could no longer remember what it was like to kiss anyone else, but when Trenton’s tongue slipped inside my mouth, it felt like the first time. The hot water sputtered off his back and shoulders as he planted small kisses from my jaw to my collarbone, his hands leaving my face so he could wrap both arms tightly around me. We stayed that way for half a minute, his head buried in the crook of my neck, and then he spun me around, pressing my hands flat against the glass. He pulled me against him by the hips, but before he slid himself inside, he reached down between my legs, sliding his fingers between the apex of my thighs.

I bit my lip, his touch so familiar, moving exactly the way I liked, slow but firm, things he’d done from the beginning—and things he’d learned along the way. While one hand was busy between my thighs, he took the other and slowly guided himself inside of me. He eased his way in, and then once he was fully sheathed, he stopped, his forehead pressed against the base of my neck.

His fingers were still working, though, and his stillness made me desperately arch my back, giving him more room, begging him to go even deeper. He pulled away just a few inches, and then groaned when he rocked into me again. His free hand grabbed my wrist, keeping me pinned against the glass, and although I could feel him trying to hold back, each thrust made it more difficult.

The combination of his fingers and the perfect spot his dick always managed to hit finally made my cheeks flush, my insides tense, and then it took over my entire body. Wave after wave, spasm after spasm, I cried out. As quickly as it engulfed me, it faded, but Trenton’s grip on my hips tightened. The water dripping down our skin amplified the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs, and he let out a faltering breath, the one that let me know he was on the edge. For a second, he paused, and then pulled my hips into him again. His muscles tensed, he held his breath for just a few seconds before letting out a groan and several choice words, his body trembling as he came.

I was breathing hard, hands still flat on the glass, face down as the water dripped from the tip of my nose. Trenton, his forehead pressed against my shoulder, was trying to catch his breath, too.

“Damn, baby,” he said, pressing his lips against my skin.

“Me? That was all you,” I said, smiling as I turned to face him.

Trenton winked. “Your ole man’s still got it.”

I ran my hand over his bulging shoulder muscles, his pecs, and then over the peaks and valleys of his abs. “Yes. He. Does.”

When I accidentally let my hands fall too low, he instinctively jerked back, and then closed one eye tight. “Still sensitive.”

I giggled and then reached for the shampoo.

“Uh uh,” he said, lightly pushing my hand away.

He turned me around again, slowly working the shampoo through my hair, rinsing it, and then doing the same with the conditioner. After that, he massaged every inch of my skin with soap, kneeling on one knee to wash my feet. When he was finished, he kissed my nose, and then smiled at me as I stepped out and dried off with a towel.

“Best husband ever,” I said.

He popped his head out. “Can you say it a little louder? I can’t quite hear you with the water running.”

“Best husband ever!” I said just before giving him a quick peck on the mouth.

Trenton in his boxer briefs, me in one of his old T-shirts, settled in to sleep. After a long, mentally taxing day and amazing shower sex, Trenton was breathing deep, borderline snoring five minutes after his head hit the pillow. As I was just dozing off, his phone buzzed.

I rolled my eyes. Unless it was a family emergency, there was only one person I could think of who would be texting Trenton this late.

I raised my head, squinting to see the small words on his lit screen.

Madison.

Curious what she had to say this late at night, I picked up his phone and read her message.

Hey you :) Just getting ready to crash

and was thinking about the other night. I’m

sure you know what I’m talking about.

Sitting in my apartment, laughing so hard.

I feel like an idiot. Anyway, hope you

have a good night. Thanks again for

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