Page 59 of The Seven Month Itch
“So we make it work. We made it work before, and we can do it again. But you don’t get to leave the second things get hard or if you’re scared. I know I hurt you in the past and put distance between us. That will never happen again.”
Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she nods.
“Now scoot over.” I kick off my shoes and pull off my shirt.
Her eyes turn into saucers, like it’s not obvious what comes next after I yank off these sweatpants. “Wha—“
“Do you know what it’s like to want your wife back for seven months, finally get her, and wake up to an empty bed because she left? Hell no, that doesn’t fly with me.”
For once, the woman is speechless. I have to snap my fingers to pull her laser focus off my dick, but she eventually backs away from the frameless shower door so I can enter. After staring quietly—at my face this time—she opens her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“Didn’t hear that. What did you say?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“No more running.” I look down at her and lift her chin. “If things get hard, we work on themtogether. I’m not losing you again.” Tension rolls off her in waves.
She smiles up at me and nods. Water trickles from her wet coils down her neck to her breasts. I plant a kiss on her lips and chuckle at her gasp when I push her against the shower wall. Her chest heaves with anticipation. My eyes flick to her nippleshardening under my gaze. Soap drips down her breasts, and fuck me if her body doesn’t look like chestnut silk.
My dick strains against my stomach.
I need her. Now.
I lean in. My mouth is inches from hers. “Don’t think you’re off the hook. I’m yourhusband, and I don’t give a damn how long we’ve been separated. From here on out, where you go, I go.”
Her legs spread at the press of my knee between her thighs. The tips of my fingers tease her entrance. “I didn’t hear a ‘yes, Terrence.’” She bites her lip and lifts her chin.God, I love this woman. “Does my baby want to play?” Three fingers slip into her pussy. Her breath catches, and I use my other hand to hold her neck. One thumb traces the outline of her pulse, and the other makes slow circles on her clit. She can take it. “Alright, let’s play.”
Her eyes roll back. “Oh, God.”Fight all you want, princess. You won’t win this battle.
My tongue follows a trail of water from her neck down to her collarbone. “Is that a ‘yes, Terrence?’” She bites her lip and clamps down on my fingers. The shower’s steady flow drowns out the sounds of Justice’s wet pussy when I pump my fingers in and out of her. I smile at her defiance and stroke her G-spot.
Her whimpers morph into a scream. “Yes, Terrence!”
Our mouths collide. Goosebumps break out over Justice’s arms that wrap around my neck. “I want you,” she says through a shiver.
Justice drops to her knees and drags her fingers up my thighs, watching me urge her further. I didn’t expect her to go down there but sure as fuck won’t complain about it. Hungry brown eyes appraise my shaft. Her tongue licks me from base to tip, swirling my crown before taking me deep. My head tips back at the steady motion of her mouth moving up and down my erection.
Well, shit.“You’re going to kill me, woman,” I say through a grunt.
Her eyes darken. She strokes harder and moves her mouth with more force. I try to distract myself to make this last but do a shit job. My balls tighten at the soft lips about to put me in a coma. A bench comes into view out of the corner of my eye, and I pull her up to move us. She presses into me for a kiss and runs her fingers through my hair. My teeth pull at her bottom lip before I spin her around and bend her over.
Two slaps have her ass in a blush.
“Terrence!”
“Don’t ‘Terrence’ me now, princess. This is what you get for leaving me.” I wrap her hair around my fist and waste no time driving into her. A moan slips, and Justice braces herself on the bench. “Take this dick, baby.” I smack her ass again and thrust harder to match the rhythm of my beating heart. I pull her head back and expose the length of my tongue. She takes it into her mouth.Good girl. My hands roam her hips, and I pick up the pace. I break the union of our lips to hammer into her and almost come at the chorus of our moans mixing with the patter of water against the tiles. My grip tightens, and a wave of heat shoots up my spine.
Justice arches back with every forceful thrust; her pussy clenches my dick with an iron grip. “Terrence! Terrence!”
When her body convulses, I give in. Her name comes out in a chant when I empty myself in her, a promise to be the man she deserves. Aftershocks wane, and I lift her into my arms to sit us down. Laughter rumbles under my chin.
I pull back to look at Justice. “What’s so funny?”
“I forgot how good making up is. Maybe I should leave more often,” she says with a smirk.
A swat to the butt makes her jump. “Try it again and see what happens.”
Chapter 27
