Her swollen flesh slides across my touch divinely; her soft walls suck my fingers in insatiably. The tips of her nipples beckon me. She is gorgeous. The only sign of her slow build to orgasm is the increasing tension in her body, subtle but obvious when she’s spread all over me, her back slipping across my chest. Half of me wants to maintain this level of pleasure for her, where she’s teetering on the edge, ready to roll over and seize her climax. But the other half of me wants to hear her scream my name.
My control is taken away from me when she suddenly spins, her position putting the juncture of her thighs perfectly level with my raging dick. Hands above my head, clinging to the edge of the tub, she reaches forward, nuzzles my nose, my cheek, my chin, and then her hips shift slightly, sending my cock plunging with ease into her. I cough my surprise, gritting my teeth, every inch of my skin suddenly tingling. Breath is hard to find, control even harder. ‘That was sneaky,’ I pant against her cheek, my cock pulsating wildly, desperate to lunge forward.
‘Be quiet,’ she warns, attacking my mouth with a firm but gentle force, whimpering happily when I put up no fight. She has me just where she wants me, and rather than obsess with how uneasy she’s taking it, I relish in the knowledge that she clearly finds me irresistible. She wants me. Fifty years old, and she wants me.
Taking my hands to her arse, I cover her cheeks with my palms and guide her in slow, amazing circles, grinding her onto me while she hums into my mouth, her tongue fighting delicately with mine. What would I ever do without this? Without her? I pull back, needing to see her face, needing to check she’s real. ‘Give me your eyes.’ My heart’s beating, hard and steadily; I know she’s here, but I need to see those eyes. It’s an effort for her, but she drags them open, her lashes wet and heavy, her brown gaze drenched with yearning. Or is that love? ‘I love you.’ I whisper the words, my head dropping back against the bath, the muscles in my neck failing me. ‘Words have never been enough, Ava. I’ve always had to show you.’
‘Are you showing . . .’ She fades off, her forehead falling against mine on a groan. ‘Now?’ she whispers. ‘Are you showing me now?’
‘I’m showing you every second.’ Our eyes are so close; our lashes are touching. ‘With no you, there is no me.’ I’m not telling her this to frighten her, or to make her feel bad. It’s not emotional blackmail. I’m telling her because it is a fact. ‘I’m dust without you. Hollow.’ I roll my hips, driving deeply. She loses the ability to keep her eyes open, and her lids drop, her fingers now gripping my hair. ‘Open,’ I demand, and she does. ‘You are etched so deeply in my heart, it cannot beat without you there.’
‘Because it only beats for me,’ she whispers, and I nod. She gets it. In this crazy situation she’s in, she completely gets it, and it’s the ridiculous connection neither of us could stop when we met that’s happening now and confirming it. It’s telling her what we have. Guiding her.
‘I don’t know how I know, but I know.’ Her fingers tighten in my hair, and the tiny clenches of her internal walls stroke my cock, taking me closer to that special place. ‘Together.’ Her murmured demand brings tears to my fucking eyes.
‘Always together, baby,’ I confirm, my arms crawling up her back and taking her in a hug as we carry each other to release, our bodies crushed together, our hips flexing in sync, our eye contact never faltering. And when we go, we go together, me holding my breath to restrain my roar, Ava panting into my face, her jaw tight.
‘Oh Jesus.’ Air bursts out of me, the sensitivity becoming too much, though I endure it, seeing she’s still riding the waves of her orgasm.
And when she’s over it, she collapses on my chest in a heap, gasping for breath. ‘You are the best sex I’ve ever had.’
I don’t know whether to laugh or flip my lid. ‘For the sake of my health, let’s just say I’m the only sex you’ve ever had.’
‘Possessive?’
‘You got that, huh?’ I jolt through a laugh when her teeth sink into my shoulder. ‘You’re a savage, Mrs Ward.’
She settles and I settle, too, relaxed, sated and happy. And that’s exactly how we remain until the water is far too cold for my liking, and definitely too cool for my wife. She has goose bumps, no matter how much I rub my hands all over her back. ‘That’s enough tub-time.’
She resists me when I try to get up, becoming a dead weight on my chest. ‘I’m comfy.’
‘You’re cold.’ I rise from the water with ease, Ava attached to my front. ‘And I need to feed you.’
‘You think you can manage that without injuring yourself?’ She points to my hand, a look of dismay clouding her features.
‘That wasn’t my fault.’ My curled lip returns, along with my resentment. ‘You know, your mother really has mastered the art of winding me up.’ I place her on her feet and take a towel, smothering her with it, rubbing at her wet hair while she stands motionless before me, letting me do what I’m gonna do.
‘Something tells me it doesn’t take much to wind you up.’
I ignore her and turn her by her shoulders, leading her to the dressing room. ‘I like the black knickers. There’s a matching bra just there,’ I tell her, opening her drawer.
‘And what’s this?’ she asks, reaching in and pulling something from beneath the tons of lace. I’m suddenly facing my nemesis.
‘That’s nothing.’ I swipe the vibrator from her hand and hide it behind my back, my face contorted with the contempt I really feel for the damn thing.
‘Is that thing mine?’ She looks alarmed. Welcome to my world, honey.
‘Nope.’
‘Then what’s it doing in my drawer?’ She tries to reach around me to claim it, frowning at me when I step away, keeping a firm hold.
‘No idea.’ I turn and stalk away, set on finally throwing it in the trash. The last thing I need right now is a machine replacing me. Never. I need all of her pleasure. And I need her to need it, too.
As I make it to the stairs, I take the first step, but stagger to a stop when my arm is jolted, the vibrator suddenly gone from my hands. I swing around and find Ava inspecting it, her eyes running up and down the sparkly shaft. ‘Give it back,’ I warn, with all the threat I really mean.
Eyes flicking to mine, she smirks. ‘But it’s mine.’
‘No,’ I correct her, cupping my cock and mildly thrusting my hips forward, delighting in her eyes falling to my groin. ‘This is yours. That thing isn’t needed.’
With her lips pressed together, she gives me a wicked smirk. Then she flicks it on. The buzz. That fucking buzz has haunted me for the past twelve years. When is the damn thing going to die? ‘Do I use it much?’
I’m not having this conversation. ‘Never. Give it to me.’ I make a grab for it, but she’s speedily taken it behind her back.
There’s a playful glint in her eye, one that I would pay endless amounts of cash to see permanently. I’m not the kind of man to pass up an opportunity, and standing before me is an opportunity. One that is goading me.
Clearing my throat, I stand tall and roll my shoulders, my head cocked, my smile cunning. ‘Three,’ I state clear and low, taking one step forward, encouraging Ava’s one step back.
‘Oh, like that, is it? Your silly little countdown?’
‘Silly?’ I chuckle, if only for effect, briefly looking down at my bare feet, scuffing the carpet with them casually. ‘No, no, lady.’ I peek up through my lashes, nibbling on my bottom lip. ‘You think it’s far from silly when I catch you. Two.’ Another step forward for me, another step back for Ava. I’m not worried. She could put a mile between us and I’d still catch her.
‘Remind me what happens when you catch me.’
‘One,’ I counter, lunging threateningly, smiling like a crazy man when she jumps back, startled, before quickly composing herself.
‘Then I guess I’ll find out for myself.’ She shrugs, blasé, and flicks the vibrator off. ‘I’m a fast runner.’
I fall apart on the inside. Her bravado is cute. And a complete waste of her time. ‘Baby, I always win. If you remember anything, you would do well to remember that.’
She scoffs.
I grin.
She narrows her eyes at me.