Page 53 of Embers in Our Past

“Oh,Clay.” She definitely said my name.

What the fuck is going on?

I decide to move closer to the main bedroom, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Abby is going to kill me for invading her privacy. But I swear I heard my name come off her lips, and now my curiosity is piqued.

I get to her bedroom door, but I find it empty. I’m about to turn back, feeling a little uncomfortable that I’ve taken this scavenger hunt too far, when I hear another moan. The water is still running, and this time, I note it’s a stream more like the faucet of the bath. Again, I’m losing my mind because my feet take over, and I simply follow the sound.

I find myself standing at the bathroom door, and the vision in front of me has me gaping. My dick has a mind of its own, so I’m hard as a rock within seconds.

Abby, in all her pregnant glory, which only means a small little bump, naked, in a bubble bath, water running with a small amount of water in the tub, is holding a little teal vibrator, which is buzzing on such a low level I can barely hear it. Her eyes are closed, her chest is pushed out, the bubbles coating her olive skin, and her nipples pebbled, almost asking for me to suck them into my mouth. Fuck, she’s perfect, and all I want to do is devour her.

And here I am, standing near the door like an absolute stalker. Fuck. I’m still taking in her beauty when she opens her eyes, and I swear she is processing what she’s seeing, and it all happens in a matter of seconds. She starts screaming, and I panic.

“Fuck, Abby, I’m so sorry, baby.” I put my hands up, trying to calm her down.

“What are you doing, Clay?” she yells, then proceeds to throw the vibrator at my forehead. It bounces and hits the wall opposite me and lands on the ground, but it doesn’t turn off and continues to stay on and vibrate across the floor. We both stare at it because the thing is now on full blast. That thing can really be quite powerful.

“Wow, that thing can get pretty intense, huh?” I give her that cocky smile that drives her crazy.

“Fuck you, Clay! What are you doing back here?” She tries to cover her breasts, but she fails to realize the bubbles are not hiding her in any way down below. My eyes are glued to her pussy, and I am not ashamed that I’m staring. It takes her a minute to realize where my focus is.

“My eyes are up here, Clay!” she yells.

“Yes, I’m well aware, but my focus is down there.” I jut my chin to her bottom half, apparently feeling bold and like a death wish is on the agenda for this afternoon.

“How did you get in here?” she asks, then throws a hand up, cupping both breasts with one hand, losing control and slipping a nip out, screaming and then suctioning her body against the tub in hopes of hiding herself from me. Too bad I have memorized every inch of her body from head to toe. She can try to cover herself, but I know every little freckle and scar she holds on that perfect skin of hers.

“I have a key, remember?” I smile.

“Shit,” she whispers, forgetting she just gave me a damn key. Wow, she really is forgetful now that another human is taking over her brain cells.

The longer I stare at her in that tub, even just the little bit of skin that’s showing, the more my dick thinks he’s going to get some, so he’s making himself known.

“Get some control of that, Clay!” She’s motioning toward my dick.

“Abby, I can’t. It’s been a while! What do you want me to do?” I move my hand over my jeans, and I swear even a slight touch to the area feels like it might set me off.

“Don’t act like you haven’t gotten any since that night.” She rolls her eyes.

I look away because I haven’t touched anyone since I’ve been with her.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” She chuckles.

“You think this is funny?” I wave my hand over my junk because the more I look at her, the more my dick strains behind my zipper. The discomfort is only mounting.

“It seems you have just as much pent-up frustration as me,” she says, this time a sly smile painting her lips.

“You’re fucking naked in front of me, and you think I won’t react?” I tell her, throwing my hands in the air.

“I didn’t invite you in here, remember?” This time, she stands up, and I can’t help the confusion in my expression.

She doesn’t even try to cover herself as if all the timidness she had just a few minutes ago is replaced by a boldness I am not expecting. Then, she takes a step out of the tub. At first, I think she’s going to come at me, but she turns to the vibrator, grabs it, and returns to the tub, sitting back down in the water.

“Well, are you going to leave me alone so I can finish what I started?” she says while I stand there, my jaw permanently on the ground because this is not the woman I married. She was never this forward when it came to sex.

“What if I said I’ll stay right here,” I throw back, sort of curious how she’ll respond.

“Suit yourself.” She grabs her left breast and squeezes, poking her tongue out to graze the bottom of her lip. Fuck, I just want to kiss the hell out of her right now or plunge my cock down her throat. Not sure which one, actually.

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