Page 82 of A Chance for Us
“I agree.” Her hand moves up and down slowly.
“I thought you were worried I was sick.”
“I thought you said you were a grown man and were fine?”
I am more than fine. I’m on fire and need her more than ever. “I’m not sick.”
“Good.” Her voice is soft. “I want you, Oliver.”
“I want you.”
“However,” she says coyly. “We’re not having sex.”
Well, that’s not going to work for me. “And why not?”
“Because whether you’re grown or not, you were sick, and as your wife, whether it’s real or not, it’s my job to care for you.”
I grip her waist, hauling her on top of me so her legs straddle my hips. “I think it’s also my job to do the same.” I cup her breasts.
Maren’s eyes flutter, and a soft moan escapes her lips as I rub my thumbs over her nipples. She shudders as her fingers wrap around my wrists.
“No, not this time.” She shifts my arms so they are resting along the back of the tub. “Stay that way.”
I’m not usually one who likes not to have control during sex, but the way she’s looking at me—a little hesitant, a little hopeful—causes me to nod. I’ll see where she wants this to go. All roads lead to happiness with the way she’s licking her plump lips.
Maren grins. “Don’t move.”
“Or what?”
“Or I stop.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promise. My fingers grip the sides so I have something to hold on to. I have a feeling this is going to be equal parts heaven and hell.
She leans in, pressing her lips to mine for a brief kiss. “Good, I plan to do mine.” Her fingers wrap around my cock again as she pumps in a steady rhythm. “I want you to rest and let me do all the work.”
“I won’t move.” She keeps going, pumping me harder, faster as her lips move down my neck. “I want to see you.”
“See me?”
“Lift up so I can stare at your perfect breasts.” Maren does as I ask, and I can’t stop the small smile that forms because she gave me back the control of the situation without realizing it. I want to see if she’ll give me more. “Let me kiss them.”
Her eyes widen a little, and she sinks back down. “No.”
“You said you wanted to take care of me, this is what I need.”
“I don’t think so.”
I let go of the back of the tub, and her hand releases instantly. “Maren . . .”
“Don’t. Move.”
As soon as I’m positioned again, she resumes jerking me off.
“I keep waiting for this yearning to stop, but the longer I’m around you, the more I want you,” she confesses. “You make me feel beautiful, powerful, and cherished.”
“You are those things,” I say, and my grip tightens. This feels so fucking good. “You’re more than that too.”
“Kiss me,” Maren commands.
