Still inside me, he carried me into our bathroom, continuing to make out the whole way. He turned the shower on with one hand while we ground together again and pretty much just like that he was ready to go again. I was pretty much always ready to go, and right now was no exception.
The shower was one of our favorite places to do the deed, and the soundproofing at the White House was, thankfully, as good as it was at the American Centaurion Embassy, meaning I could yowl my head off and the only person who would know about it was Jeff. Had the distinct impression he really enjoyed my sounding like a cat in heat and was a connoisseur of the various noises I made, because he sure did his best to make sure I was symphonic every single time.
Once we were under the water, Jeff moved his mouth from mine and onto my breasts. He’d brought me to orgasm at second base the first time we’d ever slept together, and he liked to ensure he batted a thousand every time.
However, it took more effort if I’d orgasmed already, which was fine with me and, apparently, also fine with Jeff. He put my back up against the shower wall, then sucked, nipped, and licked my breasts and nipples, while his hands massaged my butt in a way that was erotic without being sexual, and I continued to grind against him.
Unsurprisingly to me after all this time together, I was heading toward the edge in good time, and, as Jeff nibbled the space between my breasts, I went over the edge.
He waited until my howling was done, for the moment, at least, then let me slide down his body. “Time to wash up, baby,” he said in a low, sexy voice.
“Happy to.” Getting clean had become one of my favorite things in the world when Jeff and I met, and it remained on my Top Ten Best Things To Do With My Husband List.
One of the many plusses about being attached to American Centaurion were the bath products. They’d always been good, but when Pierre had come on as the Concierge Majordomo of the Embassy, he’d upgraded all personal care products to his standards, and he’d insisted we have these products at the White House Complex, too. Per Pierre, they weren’t always the most expensive, but they were definitely the best.
Our soap selection was vast, and our shower had very nice built-in shelves that held it all. Chose a sandalwood and vanilla combination soap along with a soft sponge, and started to soap Jeff up.
He grinned and followed suit, choosing a lavender and vanilla combo for me. Soon we were covered in soap, soap bubbles, and sexual desire. “Can I take a picture of you like this in case the vote goes for you to stay in D.C. when I go on my tour? Just, you know, so I have something to stare at?”
Jeff laughed. “Only if I get the same shot of you.” He bent down and kissed me. Dropped my sponge and started soaping certain parts of him up with my hands only. He dropped his sponge, too, and did likewise.
After a few erotic minutes of this he rinsed us off, and I did as well—soap was great but not fun in the intimate areas. Once the soap was gone, however, Jeff knelt down and made really sure that I was rinsed clean.
Grabbed his head and just held on while his lips, teeth, and tongue reminded me why it was great to be his woman and the water flowed over us.
Finally, he sucked in just the right way at just the right time and I hit High C. He delved his tongue deep inside of me, then worked his way up my body licking me everywhere. My neck was my main erogenous zone and, once he was there, he spent some time ravaging it, just to ensure that I had a kind of double orgasm. I was too busy feeling the rapture to determine if it was one huge long one or two or more, but decided to forgive myself for the lapse.
I was almost unable to stand anymore when he picked me up and slid back inside me. Was still able to wrap my legs around his waist and, in order to again take an active role in all of this, bit down right where his shoulder met his neck. Diligent hunting over the years had shown that this was an area that made Jeff go harder and faster and, true to my experience, he growled and thrust into me—fast but not at hyperspeed, just fast for a human.
Moved my mouth from his neck to his ear and gently bit his ear lobe. This was also something he liked, and him thrusting faster was confirmation.
We were like this for a good long while, alternating between who was nipping and nuzzling whom, but even the greatest things have to come to an end. Jeff sped up, just a little, but it was enough, and I went over the edge again and he came with me.
Our bodies shuddered in time, then he once again let me slide down his body. Nuzzled my face in between his pecs. “Mmm, I love being married to the Alien Sex God.”
“I just take those marriage vows to always make you happy seriously.”
Rubbed my face against the hair on his chest when something occurred to me. “Hey, you know, we haven’t washed our hair yet.”
Jeff chuckled as he kissed the top of my head. “Well, we’ll have to rectify that immediately if not sooner. Can’t go to an important meeting with unwashed hair.”
“Decorum is our watchword.”
Jeff grinned at me. “And here I was thinking our watchword was orgasm.”
“Good point. I like your choice better.”
CHAPTER 42
SEVERAL MORE CLIMAXES LATER, we were both shampooed and conditioned and clean. We dried off then headed to the closet to get dressed.
Jeff was, of course, in the latest set of the Armani Fatigues, and I was in my FLOTUS Standard Issue—the exact same outfit Francine had been or was still in. Managed not to heave a sigh. The benefits of being married to Jeff far outweighed our somehow having become the top couple of the United States.
Jeff wasn’t using hyperspeed to dress, meaning he was as excited about the next round of Stress Meetings as I was. He was going so slowly that I finished dressing first, which was quite the rarity.
“You okay?”
He nodded. “Just don’t feel like rushing.” Jeff kissed my cheek. “But thanks for worrying about me.”
Thusly reassured, headed out of the closet to see that the atlas was on the floor. Which was not where I’d left it. And it was opened to one of the bookmarked pages. But not one that we’d looked at already.
Took a look. The page was one for part of the Middle East. And there was a faint triangle drawn on it.
Picked up the atlas and took a closer look. “Huh.”
“What are you doing?” Jeff asked, as he came out fixing his tie.
“Studying places to go.” Realized I needed to have a chat with whichever Powers That Be I could reach, meaning I needed to be alone. Leaned up and gave Jeff a kiss. “I’m sure this isn’t your preferred plan, but are you okay going down ahead of me?”
His eyebrow raised. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Sure. I have a Secret Boyfriend I want to hook up with. He’s been waiting patiently and, since we’re all done here for now, it’s his turn.”
Jeff snorted. “Got it, I’ll mind my own business.”
Hugged him. “I just want to make sure I don’t lose this thought. It relates to my fun FLOTUS World Tour and, as I’m sure you can tell, I’m nervous about doing a good job.”