No Going Back (26 page)

We are sitting in this huge ass tube with the jets going and the fruity smell from the bubbles lingering around us. I grab my wife’s foot and pull it towards me to where my legs are parted and I lift it so just her foot is out of the water. She eyes me curiously as I start working my fingers on the sole of her foot.

“When’d you become a foot rubber?”

“When I got married.” I smirk.

She laughs. “I’ve always heard that people aren’t what they seem once you tie the knot. I never expected for it to get better when it never seemed like a possibility in the first place.” I switch to the next foot as she rests her head back against the tub.

“I will always change for the better for you Mallory.”

Her little sighs are sweet noises of contentment that only encourage me to further my descent down her slippery wet legs. I don’t take my time as I try to creep my way down. I can’t help it. My hands are being summoned in one direction, and who am I to deprive them…or her for that matter? I scoot forward so that I’m sitting in the middle of the tub with my legs bent, resting on each side of it.

Taking my time with Mallory is torture in the most rewarding way possible. Watching her face and the noises she makes has me wanting to just grab her legs at the knees and pull her to me. I want to plunge into her so bad, but I also know waiting only makes it sweeter. Getting her off first is like finding a prize in the Cracker Jack box. It’s something I highly anticipate. I want her to feel the rush of pleasure being caused by me, because ultimately it’s returned back to me in full force.

When she comes I want her to feel me behind her, not the damn hard bath tub. I lightly pull on her arm and she lifts her head, staring at me like a doe in headlights. I know she’s wondering what the hell I’m doing when I was so close to touching her where she wants me most. I can’t help but laugh a little at her expression.

“Don’t worry babe, I just want you resting against me when I get you off.” She moves to her knees, resting her hands on my shoulders. I slowly look her up and down while taking in her beauty. The bubbles seem as if they were strategically placed all over her body. It’s definitely a fucking good look on her. She looks down between us and smiles. I know she sees how bad I want her. It’s like a damn fishing bobber bopping up and down in the water. The wicked look in her eyes lead me to believe that I’m about to acquire the best catch of my life. My shiny piercing seems to be the perfect bait to cause her eyes to twinkle. I ease my way up so that I’m now on my knees as well. Claiming her mouth will be possible this way. She bites her lip, trying to mentally talk herself out of it, but I know better. When it comes to my dick, she lacks all self-control. She lets out a silent ‘
what the hell’
as her hand finds the tip of my cock and works its way down. This isn’t at all what I had planned, but dammit I’m enjoying it. The way she is kissing me is almost as if she’s picturing my tongue as my dick or maybe she’s kissing me like this so that I’ll picture her hand as her tongue instead. Which I do. Fuck, I can’t keep my mind from imagining how it’d feel if it was her mouth anchored around my cock and her tongue licking it.

She’s getting a little carried away. I’m supposed to be pleasing her first; I have to pull in the reins even though I’m fully enjoying the attention she’s giving me.

“As much as I love your hand around my dick and would love your mouth fucking it right now, I want to take care of you first…then you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.” I raise my brow at her. “Deal?”

“Deal.” She doesn’t instantly drop my dick like a hot potato; no, she slowly pulls her hand off of it, knowing I’m going to miss it as soon as it’s gone. Which I do. But to alleviate the lack of touching being done to me, I give her a deep kiss before sitting back down against the far end of the tub.

“I want you to sit down between my legs with your back resting against my chest.” She doesn’t miss a beat and is instantly doing what I requested without hesitation. “Okay, now open your legs like this.” I push them open, allowing them to rest to against each side of my legs. “What I want you to do right now is to just fucking relax and melt into me. Don’t think about anything except about what my hands and mouth will be doing to your sexy body.” She moans. “That’s my girl.”

Her head falls to the side some; a perfect view for me to see her perky tits and see my hand between her legs. It also makes her neck that much more accessible. I plan on licking and nibbling it while taking her on my own little magic carpet ride. I use the arm closest to the side she’s leaning against to wrap around and almost cradle her head. I lightly grab her chin, holding her head in place. I start kissing near her ear while my right hand trails down her body. I grab each of her tits and lightly pull and twist her nipples — just the way she likes it. The echoing of moans surrounds us, and I can’t help letting out my own as my dick is basically knocking at her back door.

Once I reach my destination my fingers get to work. At first it’s slow and methodical —dancing around that fucking sexy piercing of hers. I was going to strum her like a guitar playing an 80’s love song, but her body had other plans. I knew her body was close to combusting like a blown amplifier. I have to feel her, feel how wet she is for me. I can’t help my own rhythm that I have going as I sit behind her moving my body up and down against hers. I can’t fucking control how bad I want her. My body moves at its own accord when it comes to Mallory. As I go to move my finger inside her tight pussy while keeping my thumb on her clit, she moves her hand between us and starts rubbing my cock.
Fuck.
This is exactly why I fucking love this woman. She knows my body just as well as I know hers. She wants me to come just as bad as I want her to.

“Fuck baby,” I gasp. “You’re gonna make me fucking come.”

“Mmm, I want you to come for me baby,” she whimpers. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“You know I love you right?” She nods against my arm. “You know what else I love? This sweet little pussy of yours and the way it feels coming around me.” I slip another finger in and increase the connect the dots game I’ve been playing with her clit. She also ups that ante by speeding up her reps as well. I’m so close to fucking blowing my load. I release her chin and grab her tit, holding on for dear life as the woman pushes me over the edge. I’m holding my breath, unable to continue kissing her. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, as is hers. She tightly grips my thigh with her other hand as the first ripple travels through her body and she lets out a heavy breath. It is in that moment that I feel my release take over as well.

“Shit,” I grunt. “Ahh, damn baby.” I turn her head to face me instantly taking her mouth captive and her tongue for ransom.

Wasting no time, she straddles me and I hold my still hard cock, positioning it so she can ease her way down. But she doesn’t. Instead of slowly sitting on me, allowing me to take my time to fill her up, she doesn’t waste a fucking second. She’s riding me hard and fast. It’s like a typhoon up in here. The water is splashing all over the damn place. Hurricane Mallory is in the building and she has wrecked my life in the best possible way ever. She made her way in under the radar, as if she was an undetectable force of nature and then she restored my life back into order.

Chapter Thirty-Three

*MALLORY*

I wake up feeling tingly all over. I’m sure it’s just a residual effect from the events that took place last night…all night. We didn’t even leave our room. Totally missed our carriage ride I had planned, but Seth more than made up for it by giving me the ride of my life. We both aren’t used to using sex as a way of showing love. So last night as husband and wife, we made sure to show one another just how much love we have. I will never get tired of
feeling
Seth’s love for me. Especially with his handy gadgets that he knows how to use just right. Ahh, thinking about that damn piercing that I can’t even pronounce instantly turns me on.

Looking over at Seth, I debate on taking advantage of the morning wood I’m sure he has, even though it should be yelling
timber!
There should be no way he could be hard, but I know no matter what he’s always up to the challenge. But I think better of it as I watch him sleep. He’s so peaceful, and I really don’t want to bother him when there’s plenty of time for it later. Plus, I need to take a shower. Pretty sure I got dirtier in that bath last night than clean.

The heat of the water shocks my body temporarily as it quickly adjusts. The bathroom is instantly filled with the steam from it. I stand there for what feels like forever, allowing the water to cascade down my back. It feels good all over my sore body. But then again, remembering why I’m all achy makes me want the pain to linger. The idea of having the constant reminder of why my legs are so damn sore makes me smile…and horny. I turn around and rest my head against the tile of the shower. I’m trying to keep myself from getting all worked up, but like some crazed sex maniac, I can’t control the ache that’s growing — and boy is it the good kind of ache. The mini flashbacks hit me like bolts of lightning as my hand makes its way down the front of my body. It’s been a damn good while since I’ve touched myself, but for some damn reason I have the strong urge to do so in this very moment.

As clear as day, I can see Seth pushing me over the edge of the tub before rocking himself into me…deep and hard. If he hadn’t been holding me by my hips I probably would have went over the side…and I wouldn’t have given a damn as long as he was still in me. That’s how good it felt. My finger is now on my clit, that’s pretty sensitive I might add, rubbing slow circles around it as other memories push their way to the forefront. I move my finger faster and side to side, mimicking the memory of how his tongue worked me over while he was perched between my legs. My two fingers don’t feel as good as his hard cock, but along with the memory of how he felt inside me, they are doing the trick. I’m so fucking close to coming. I don’t know why I didn’t just go and jump my husband’s bones, but I’m sure going to after this. Thinking about how I’m about to take him is what pushes me over the edge when I picture myself slowly pulling his boxers down and watching as his already hard cock bounces out wanting to be touched. I lick my lips at the thought of taking him in my mouth; making his body tense and him moan at what I’m doing to him is a feeling of victory.

I can’t help the little moans that escape my mouth as I find my release and let the sensation take over my body.

“That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen.”

I turn to see Seth leaning against the door jam. “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me. How long were you there?” I know I’m blushing. Seth steps into the shower, facing me. I feel his hardness touching me. Watching me must have turned him on.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed around me, especially for that. Because what I just fucking saw has my dick aching to be buried inside of you.” He claims my mouth, grabbing the sides of my face as he pushes me back against the wall. His hands leave my face to roam down my body, not taking their time as they find my ass. Lightly grabbing me, his hands land on the back of my thighs, where he lifts me up and pins me tightly against the wall. I feel his eager cock at my entrance that is sure to still be plenty wet from getting myself off. His tongue is against mine and the way he lightly bites my bottom lip before pressing his lips to mine has me almost audibly whining like a little kid wanting candy.
I want it, and I want it now.
That’s exactly how I feel. He doesn’t wrap his arms around me as he holds me up; no, he holds me at the hips so he can push me down onto him. I gasp as he fills me up.

“God, you feel so good.” I grab his face before he’s able to throw all of his attention into filling me up. “I love the way you feel inside me. It’s perfect. I’m pretty fucking sure you were made for me.” I kiss him quickly before I let my head fall back against the wall. At first he slowly pushes in and then slowly pulls out. It’s almost torture, but the good kind. The way he pulls completely out, allowing our piercings to high five before he slowly pushes his way back in, is bittersweet. I want him in both places at once, and it’s just not fucking possible.

It’s almost as if he reads my mind. As he’s picking up speed and depth with each thrust he bends down and starts sucking on my breast. He kisses his way to the other one showing it the same amount of attention. Then he pulls away and looks up at me. “I want you to touch yourself again.” I don’t wait for an explanation. He’s my husband and if he wants me to touch myself, then dammit I’m touching myself. He’d do the same for me. That thought right there has me more eager to. I will definitely be putting my request in for him to jack himself off. I bet he looks so fucking hot pleasuring himself.

I’m a goner and I feel him tense up the moment after I get mine. He doesn’t pull out right away, but lingers inside of me. I love feeling the way he pulsates inside of me…as if he’s making sure to give me everything he’s got.

We quickly wash each other off before getting ready for the day. Seth had apparently made plans to meet up with Derek and Jesika for breakfast before they head back home.

“Sorry we’re late guys.” I offer an apologetic smile as we sit down.

“Well, I’m not sorry,” Seth says matter-of-factly. “Pleasing my wife will always come first. Even before food.” He grabs a piece of Derek’s toast and scarfs it down. Derek tries to smack his hand but is too slow. “Too slow,” Seth teases his brother through a mouthful of bread.

“You owe me dickwad,” Derek says as he smacks Seth upside the head. Seth tries to dodge him but isn’t fast enough. “Ha, who’s too slow now?”

“Alright kids.” Jesika laughs.

I love the playful brotherly banter that these two share. It’s a testimony to how much they truly love each other. Through thick and thin. Through all the bull shit they’ve each been through, they’ve managed to keep their relationship intact and it’s even stronger now. Most people let the littlest things come between them and their loved ones, but these two learned the true value and meaning of family. They are ride or die when it comes to their loved ones. Now, that doesn’t mean they take shit to the extreme. It just means they know what’s truly worth value in this life. In a sense, I think Seth’s dad has that same aspect, but with his high standing in society and having everything at his fingertips, he went a little overboard and took advantage of his capabilities. I wish things would have been different and the truth of him being Seth’s dad came from the get go, but life isn’t always about getting what you want, or things working out how you think they should. You can only truly control your life and the outcome from your decisions. You can’t push choices onto other people, you can only offer your advice and if they don’t take it, you can’t get all butt hurt.