Page 54 of Embers in Our Past

I can’t form words because I think I’m short-circuiting as I watch her move the vibrator into the water. We never did toy play when we were married. My eyes follow it to where I assume is down the apex of her thighs, but then she surprises me with what she says next.

“You want to play too, Clay?”

I must be fucking dreaming right now. My mouth is as dry as the Sahara. There is no way she’s asking me to join her. Before I can ask her what she means, she elaborates.

“If I’m going to get myself off, you might as well do the same.” She smiles, and right then, she must put the vibrator to her clit because she arches her back, closes her eyes, and makes the most beautiful sound come out of her mouth.

I don’t even try to clarify if she’s serious, so I rush to unbuckle my jeans and push my pants and boxers down. I’ve got my dick in my hand, and the moment I stroke myself, I already know it won’t take much to get me to the brink.

Abby is a goddess in that tub. The water, along with the moans that take over the bathroom, it’s fucking bliss. I watch her free hand glide along her body, pinching her nipples, her chest rising and falling faster the closer she chases her high.

I want this to last a little longer because I know the moment I fall off this cliff, she’s going to build that fucking wall again, and I’ll have to leave. But there’s no escaping the feeling that’s building up along my spine.

Abby’s just as mesmerized, watching me stroke my cock, her eyes fixated on my length as she keeps one hand under the water, where I imagine the vibrator works her clit. I bet watching me is turning her on just as much as watching her is getting me hotter. I wish I could take over and bury myself deep inside her.

I’m moving my hand along my length faster, and Abby’s moans are getting louder.

“Clay, I’m going to come,” she says and arches her back, calling out my name as her eyes close. I’m following right behind her, ropes of cum flowing out of me as I say her name and wish I was burying myself deep inside her where I know I belong.

As we are both coming off our high, we start to slow our breaths, and I grab tissue to clean myself up. She pulls the vibrator out of the water and places it to the side, moving her hands up and trying to situate the bubbles around to cover her breasts. She turns the nozzle, in what I assume is an effort to warm the water a little more.

I pull my boxers and pants up, moving to wash my hands, looking at her through the reflection in the mirror. She doesn’t seem uncomfortable by my presence, which is a relief after what we just did.

In all our time as a couple, we’ve never been this sexually adventurous together. We were always comfortable in the bedroom, but I can’t say we ever pleasured ourselves in front of each other. And there’s something incredibly hot about it. Seeing her come undone like that was freeing and beautiful.

I finish washing my hands and turn toward her while I’m drying them. “Abby, that was different for us.”

“I think everything we’ve done is a little different these days,” she says as she takes the bar of soap and lathers her arms.

“I can’t argue with that. But that was hot,” I tell her, throwing the towel on the bathroom counter. “Where did that come from?”

“It came from a need. I have hormones coursing through me, and let’s be honest. Seeing you there, imagining you without your shirt on, did things to me. Then seeing you half naked just now helped me get my needs met. And I think you got something out of it too.” She smiles.

I lean down, my arms straddling each side of the tub. “Yeah, but you can’t deny the chemistry, Abby. We were made for each other, baby. And you know it’s not just about needs being met. You and I both know you want more than just a good view. That vibrator isn’t going to cut it the entire time during the pregnancy,” I whisper into her ear.

Goosebumps erupt along her skin, and I see her breath hitch. It takes everything in me not to say fuck it and just submerge myself into the water. Instead, I let my gaze trail down to her breasts, which already look a little bigger from the pregnancy, and my lips graze her jaw. She moves her head over, letting me trail open-mouth kisses down her neck.

“Someone really is horny. Imagine if you let me fuck you right now. Imagine if you were on that bed right now, how wet you’d be for me,” I say as I poke my tongue out and lick her neck.

“Mmmm,” she moans, closing her eyes, her breath accelerating, and I know she’d be ready to go again if I asked her to. But I need her to want me to come back. I can’t give in too easily.

“Maybe next time we can play a little longer,” I say, and I pull away.

“Where are you going?” she yells as I retreat.

“Abby, your fingers are going to prune, sweetheart. Plus, you don’t want that water to get too hot. Remember what the doctor said.”

My laugh escapes, and I hear her frustrated grunt as I leave her bathroom, then the apartment. I can’t lie and say I’m not hard again because everything about Abby turns me on, but I have to keep her wanting more, so I’ll play the long game until she’s writhing for more.

Because winning my girl back is still endgame.

CHAPTER 19

Abby

I’m lost in thought,watching a mom push her baby in a stroller outside when Malloy walks up to the table.

“Hey, Abby, sorry to leave you waiting. My mom needed some help with stuff at the house,” he says, pulling up a chair to join me.

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