Page 90 of Buckled in Barbwire

I turn my head to kiss her outstretched arm. “Does that turn you on?”

“Yes,” she purrs. “I haven’t explored many kinks, but it’s sexy when you’re in charge.”

“I’ve never put it to use in the bedroom. Not sure what specific categories I’d fall into.”

Paisley laughs, lifting to bite at my chin. “Probably all of them, but we don’t need more labels, husband. We can just do what feels right.”

That spurs me into action. My mouth fastens onto hers, swallowing a surprised breath. Tongues glide in a lazy caress. Water soaks us from above while heat spreads through me. Insatiable hunger has me pulling her impossibly closer.

She grabs onto my shoulders while I knead her ass. Her mewls spill against my lips as my cock grinds into her. We’re slippery and hot and needy. I consider hoisting her up against the wall to thrust deep, but that can wait.

“Need to wash you.” The reminder is just as much for me as it is for her.

My palm blindly grabs a bottle of soap and a fluffy pink loofah. I squirt too much on in my haste. The lather spillsover my hands while I begin scrubbing her skin. Paisley stands dutifully, allowing me to bathe every crevice.

“Can I clean you in exchange?” She holds a soapy sponge aloft.

“Only if you get me dirty afterward.”

“Of course,” she whispers while scrubbing at my chest.

Fire infuses my veins when she pays special attention to my dick. Her palm is slick, grip sliding in quick bursts to tease me. It’s enough to draw my balls up tight.

Once we’re both covered in suds, I grab the handheld sprayer. The added spout heats the room into a sauna. Bubbles slip down Paisley’s curves and pool in the nearest drain. Her skin is flushed, nipples pebbled. I bring the water between her legs and adjust the pressure. She gasps, grabbing onto my wrist. My stare is riveted on hers as I swivel the stream to hit just right. Her mouth drops open on a soft moan.

“Good?”

She bites her bottom lip and steps back to get support from the tiles behind us. I’m quick to follow. We’re out of the direct spray, but moisture still clings to us.

Her hips rock against the nozzle. “I might come already.”

“Can’t have that.” I drop the sprayer while lowering to my knees.

Her protest fizzles when I drape her leg over my shoulder. She parts for me like a flower in bloom. I’m all too eager for her nectar to quench my thirst.

“Do you like praise?” I kiss her inner thigh. “Compliments?” A peck to the opposite side. “Romantic sentiments?”

“All of the above,” she breathes.

“This pussy is perfect.” I spread her folds with my thumbs. “Tight. Pink. Mine.”

My exhale drifts across her heat and she trembles. On my next breath, I bury my nose to inhale her sugary aroma. Flattening my tongue, I taste her from pucker to clit. Tangy arousal floods my mouth.

“Fucking delectable,” I groan. From this day forward, I only want to drink from her bottomless well.

“Ohhhh, my.” Her upper body slumps against the tiles.

“That’s right. Just relax, beautiful.” One arm cinches around her waist to keep her steady. “I’m gonna take really good care of you.”

Paisley’s lashes flutter shut and she surrenders to my control. “O-okay.”

My lips attach to her clit with expert precision. She jolts from the onslaught. I swipe over the swollen bud, spilling sweetness onto my tongue. Hard suction is met with a spasm and sharp cry.

“Do you feel like my toy now?” I murmur into her slick heat. “Or do I need to play with you more?”

“More,” she whimpers. “More.”

“I’ll never share you, wife.”

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