We rinse off and then pull each other close, and for the longest time, we just stand there, holding each other beneath the warm shower, lazily kissing each other’s necks. Fatigue—from both my orgasm and being up at the break of dawn—sets in, and I’m getting sleepy in his arms, but I don’t care.
“Why did we ever stop fucking in the morning?” he says.
I kiss his forehead. “Because you went and got a job that makes you get up too fucking early.”
“Oh right.” We both laugh breathlessly.
“Tonight’s a good idea,” Ian murmurs. “I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.”
“Gotta go to work, though.” He lifts his head and meets my gaze, his eyelids heavy and his lips curving into the most delicious grin. “I’ll be counting down the hours.”
“Me too.” I smile sleepily. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Ian kisses my cheek, then steps out of the shower.
With the stall to myself, I close my eyes and let the hot water rush over my skin for a minute or so. Then I reach for the shampoo and start getting myself cleaned up. It’s early, but now that I’m awake, I might as well get ready for work.
Not that I’ll get much done today. I suspect I’ll be a distracted idiot for the next several hours.
Because tonight, I have a date with my husband.
As I pull in the driveway after work, anticipation crackles along my spine—Ian’s always home first, so I have no doubt he’s ready and waiting for me. In bed? On the couch? Hell, he could be in the garage, ready to fuck me across the hood or in the backseat.
I shiver. I don’t care where or how, I just want him.
In the house, Ariel greets me as she always does, but Ian doesn’t answer when I call for him. I take off my jacket in the foyer, and on my way into the kitchen, slip off my tie.
And there, beside his laptop and briefcase on the kitchen table, is a bottle of wine, a pair of glasses and a piece of paper with two handwritten words:
Hot tub.
Oh, hell yes.
Glasses in one hand, bottle in the other, I step out onto the deck, and there he is. He’s lounging in the tub, arms stretched out across the edge, watching me.
I hold up the bottle. “Should we even bother with the wine?”
“Maybe afterward.” He beckons to me. “Get in here.”
Neighbors be damned, I strip out of my clothes and slip into the water. My feet have barely touched the bottom before Ian wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. His wet hands run all over my back and shoulders, up and down my sides and my thighs.
Under the water, his erection brushes mine, but it’s his mouth that has my attention right now. I’ve always loved the way he kisses.
After a while, Ian breaks the kiss and gazes up at me. Sliding wet fingers through my hair, he says, “I don’t want to hurry. We have all night, and I want to use it.”
“Agreed. Question is, what do you want to do with it?”
He flashes a wicked grin. “I think what we’re doing now is perfect.”
“Me too.”
We haven’t made out like this in years. This is exactly the way he kissed me the night we met, when we’d caught each other’s eye in a bathhouse and found ourselves pressed up against a wall, kissing and panting before we’d exchanged so much as a hello. Memories rush through my mind of where that first kiss went—a frantic hand job in a corner, a blowjob in front of guys whose names I’ll never know—and I shiver against him.
At some point, we pull apart, and our eyes meet.
My spine tingles.
He licks his lips. “Bedroom?”
“Bedroom.”
We dry off just enough to keep from slipping and falling on the linoleum, and somehow Ian’s coherent enough to bring the untouched wine bottle back in the house.
Then it’s up to the bedroom.
I lie back against the pillows, and Ian goes right for my cock. True to his word, though, he’s in no hurry—he licks and teases me, as if he wants to savor every taste. No one on the planet can make a blowjob last as long as Ian can without it getting boring and tedious—and a blowjob from him is never boring or tedious.
After just a few minutes, though, he stops. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” He gestures for me to sit up. I do, and then let him guide me back down so we’re lying in opposite directions, facing each other on our sides. Oh yes. This will do quite nicely—now I can suck his cock while he sucks mine.