Fuckin’ magical.
Once we got our breathing under control, she patted my back in a way that suggested I move off her. I didn’t want to leave her clammy skin, preferring to stay there in our combined filth until we both wanted to go for round two. But we needed to clean up, and there was no way I was showering alone. Still, I feared she’d freak out the second I slipped from her body.
I pushed off the table and eased out of her, hurriedly slipping my wet, softening length back behind my slacks.
Dakota however had no such modesty issues. She sat up, grabbed the bottle of bourbon that had surprisingly not fallen during our table sex, and slammed it back, taking a few long drinks. She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and handed me the bottle.
I repeated her motions exactly, slugging back a few swallows and passing it to her once more. She set it down and pushed her bare bottom across the table until she could stand.
“Well, that was unexpected,” she stated without a single hint of how she felt about it.
“Not really unexpected, seeing as we just got married. Most people fuck like rabbits on their wedding night.”
She nodded, pursed her lips together, and cocked a brow. “I’m game for that plan. You’re a great lay and it’s been too long.”
I blinked stupidly for a full five seconds, staring at her gorgeous face. Her hair was a wild mess of waves around her face. Those melted-chocolate brown eyes were lit with the light of a thousand suns behind them. Her cheeks were a pretty rose color that perfectly matched her succulent pink nipples. Ones I very much was desperate to put my mouth on again…and again…and again, if she’d let me.
“You gonna stare at my tits all day or fuck me again in the shower?” she asked rather flippantly as she pushed past me and headed toward the master bedroom. “Or maybe you’re a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am type of guy? If that’s the case, I can take care of myself just fine,” she taunted.
“The fuck you will.” I stormed after her. “I’ll be giving all the orgasms this evening, thank you very much.”
I followed her into the bathroom where she’d already turned on the hot water and slipped into the palatial shower. The damn thing was at least ten-foot by ten-foot in size. We needed one of these monstrosities back at the ranch. I had a good imagination, picturing all the ways I could please my wife. If she was into shower sex, I was happy to oblige.
“Is that right?” She smiled, twisted her naked body around, and put her head under the spray .
I watched as the water sluiced over her gentle curves and hard-earned muscles. I never thought myself a man that had a type when it came to women, but I was dead wrong. I had a type. It was her. Dakota. That strawberry-blonde hair that looked like dark honey when wet made me want to grip it in my hand and haul her mouth to mine. Her small, perky handfuls had the prettiest erect nipples that I swore on my left nut were poking out and begging me over to get another taste. And I couldn’t even start thinking about those damn long legs, and slim, muscular arms. She was a woman who could take a hard ride and still ask for more. Which was exactly what she was doing right now.
“If you’re all about giving me orgasms, then you best get down on your knees and get busy,” she challenged, then let her soapy hand run between her thighs wantonly.
Her head tipped back as she moaned, her fingers lazily playing with herself and putting on a hot fucking show. My cock rose to the occasion as I removed all of my clothing.
“The only person who’s going to be getting on their knees is you, wife, when I plant my cock so far down your throat you won’t even remember your own name,” I grated through my teeth, the visual making me bead at the tip.
Her eyes snapped open, and her hand stopped moving between her thighs.
“Is that right? You seem very confident in what you want.” Her voice was a low, sexy timbre that I’d savor in my memories of this night for years to come.
“I always know exactly what I want,” I growled, hooking her waist and sliding her wet, naked body against mine.
She gasped and smiled, looping her arms around my shoulders. “If I’m to be on my knees, how is it that you will be giving all the orgasms this evening, hmm?” She wrapped a finger around one of my longer layers and tugged until I felt the pinch of pain at the root.
“That’s easy, baby. You’ll be riding my face while I fuck this sweet mouth.” I traced her plump lips softly with one finger as my other hand palmed her fine ass and I rubbed my length against her belly.
“Can we do that now?” she breathed, her gaze half-lidded, her expression drunk with lust. Or maybe the alcohol as we were both being unusually bold and honest.
I shook my head, and she pouted.
“No, right now, I’m going to fuck you from behind so I can stare at the ass that’s been a blockbuster feature in every one of my fantasies for as long as I can remember.”
Her brows scrunched together, but before she could say anything, I spun her around, shackled both of her wrists against the cool tile with one of my hands, and bent her over. “Spread your legs, darlin’. Let me in.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with desire. “Ask nicely,” she responded smugly, just as I’d expected.
Instead of asking, I pulled my hand back and smacked her fine ass with a mighty wallop, the same I would any broody mare acting up on the ranch.
Dakota yelped, quickly followed by a moan as I rubbed the slightly red handprint on her butt cheek. I took it further, dipping down between her thighs to ensure she was enjoying our shower time.
Just as I suspected…soaked.
I groaned and stepped up behind her. She still hadn’t moved her legs apart enough for me to get inside unless I shoved my way through. And I wanted, no, I needed her to offer herself to me of her own free will. So I nuzzled her neck, placing kisses and nips up the length until I got to her ear.
“Do you like being spanked, wife?” I whispered, then flicked my tongue along the shell of her ear.
She hung her head and sighed dreamily. “More.”
I chuckled. “Admit that you like it. That you want your husband to spank your ass and then fuck you hard from behind.”
Her head lifted, and she snarled. “Just fuck me already. You don’t have to be such a big dick about it!” She grumbled and then spread her legs as if she was being put out.
“I’ll show you a big dick.” That time I slowly eased inside, dipping my knees and thrusting up so high and hard that she stretched her body until she pushed up onto her toes.
“Goooooddddd.” She moaned, the sound echoing off the shower walls. “I feel you everywhere,” she panted.
“Is that what you want?” I kissed the back of her neck.
“Yeah,” she hummed.
“You want more?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.”