We sit here silently for a while, just offering each other the strength that we need. I know she’s hurting, and there really isn’t anything I can do about it. She’s my best friend, my sister, and one of the most important people in my life. But this is something she has to take and process on her own, with the help of the husband that loves her, to get past it.
It’s a shock, and I know she’s going to be upset about this, understandably so, but I also know that our friendship is that much stronger, because there isn’t a single thing standing between us now.
She gets up to leave about an hour later and when I watch her drive off, I do it with the clarity that everything is going to be just fine.
“Dee? Are you up there?” I smile and drop down further in the tub, enjoying the soothing effects the warm water is having on me. “Dee!” I can hear him panicking slightly when I don’t answer right away.
“I’m in the bathroom,” I yell through the crack in the doorway. I could let him wonder where I am, but I know he’s worried. It wasn’t easy to get him to leave this morning to begin with, so it would be cruel to make him search longer than he has.
He comes bursting through the door and skids to a stop when he sees me sitting in the bath, bubbles surrounding me. I give him a wide smile, and enjoy the fact that his body visibly shutters.
“Jesus Christ…” he mumbles under his breath.
“You found me.” I laugh when his eyes shoot up from where they’ve been staring at my chest. I make sure that I’m still covered under the bubbles before looking back at his face.
He clears his throat a few times and adjusts himself. I laugh when I see how much just being in this room is affecting him.
“Are you okay, Beck?” I ask, pushing myself up in the tub. He looks like he might pass out as my naked breasts clear the bubbles. My nipples harden instantly when I see the look of pure lust that comes over him.
“Dee, if you don’t want to start anything, then please cover yourself up.” His voice is just shy of begging.
My body heats up when I see the outline of his erection against his jeans. My mouth waters and I have to press my thighs together to keep from touching myself.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he pleads.
“Like what?” I question in mock ignorance.
“You’re looking at me like you haven’t eaten in years, and I just brought you a steak dinner.” He sounds strained, almost to the point of pain.
I smile at him and give him one more, slow caress with my eyes. “Will you please hand me a towel?”
He presses his palm against his crotch and groans when he turns to grab the towel I’ve left on the sink. He stands there with his hand clenched tightly against it and his head bowed. The water is almost completely gone by the time he turns back around with his eyes pinched shut.
“You have no idea what I would do to be able to carry you off to the bed and show you for hours how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. It’s been six long months since I’ve been inside that tight body, and when I have you again, and believe me, Baby, I will have you again, it’s going to be forever this time.” He opens his eyes, and the fire I see blazing deep within takes my breath away.
Mutely, I nod my head and accept the bath sheet he’s holding out. He leans in and plants a swift kiss against my lips before walking towards the open door. When I notice the slightly awkward way he’s walking, a nervous giggle bubbles out. I slap my hand over my mouth to try to stop myself, but he turns and narrows his eyes at me.
“This isn’t funny, Dee. I’m so hard right now that I wouldn’t be surprised if my balls are turning blue.”
“I’m sorry, really!” I hold my hands up in surrender, but notice my mistake about two seconds too late. The towel falls from my body and pools around my feet, leaving me standing before him completely naked. He growls low in his throat, the sound so powerful that my pussy throbs. Jesus, that’s hot.
With more willpower than I thought possible, he turns stiffly and walks the rest of the way out the door, closing it softly behind him. I spend the next thirty minutes trying to calm my own hormones down, but quickly realize there isn’t much that can soothe the inferno raging inside me. I want him with an all-consuming thirst.
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After our bathroom incident, we walk on eggshells around each other. Both of us dance around, knowing that behind each stolen glance and heated glare, we both want nothing more than to collide together in what promises to be the wildest of reunions.
When he looks at me, again, like he’s just finished fucking me against the countertop that I’m fixing dinner on, I slam my knife down. The sexual heat between us has the room thick with tension. It almost feels like a fog of desire is cloaking every inch of space around us.
“I think I might need to skip dinner.”