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She tried to force herself to relax and enjoy his
touch. It helped that he hadn’t gone straight for her breasts. His thumbs on
her palms felt so good. She opened her mouth to tell him not to stop, and he
landed on top of her.

Jack knocked the breath out of her, and her eyes flew
open. Water sloshed everywhere, and her normally in control husband lay sprawled
on top of her, sugar cookie-scented bubbles clinging to his head and shoulders.

It started as a giggle, but before she knew it, she
was laughing so hard she was gasping for air. Jack straddled her, fully clothed
and dripping wet. At first he looked so shocked, she worried he might be mad,
but she couldn’t stop laughing.

Jack blew some of the bubbles off his face and grinned
down at her. “Oh you think it’s funny,” he said, his own eyes twinkling. “I was
trying to be so smooth.”

She should stop laughing. She wanted to, but she
couldn’t. She was giggling so hard her stomach started to hurt. All the tension
had gone out of her.

“I’ll give you something to laugh about.” He reached
under the few bubbles he wasn’t wearing and dug his fingers into her side, tickling
her.

Her giggles turned to gasping laughter. “No, Jack.
Stop,” she choked out between laughs. Squirming, she pushed against his chest
and tried to wriggle out from under him and away from his tickling fingers.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He reached up and caught her hands
in his. “I’ll have you at my mercy one way or another.”

Locking her wrists in his hands, he leaned down and
stopped her laughter with a kiss. He didn’t wait for her. He simply forced her
mouth open with his lips and invaded her with his tongue. The wet fabric of his
shirt rubbed against her already sensitive nipples, and she opened further for
him, meeting his tongue with her own. She pressed her hips up against his wet
trousers, desperate for some release.

A soft knock on the bathroom door broke through her
kiss-addled brain.

“Jack.” She pushed against him, breathless with
wanting. “Door.”

He didn’t move, didn’t pull away from her, but his
answering growl let her know he heard it, too.

“I told you not to come up here.”

The door opened a crack and Jack flattened himself on
top of her, hiding her nakedness with his chest. Ethan peered around the door.

“I know; I know. The girls said I shouldn’t, but I
heard all this thumping and then it sounded like Mom was crying. Is she okay?”
He peered further around the door, his eyes wide with concern.

“I’m fine honey. Thanks for checking.”

“You won’t take the cable box, will you, Dad?”

“Not this time, son. Go back downstairs.”

“Why are you in the tub with your clothes on?”

“I slipped. Downstairs, Ethan.”

Ethan looked puzzled, but he closed the door, and she
heard his footsteps go down the hall. She cringed at the thought of him
explaining what he’d seen to his sisters.

“I’d better go check on them.” She popped up the drain
lever with her foot and pushed on Jack’s chest to get him off of her. He stood
up, but made no move to get out of the tub. Instead he reached down to help her
stand. He watched the bubbles slide off her body and she fought every instinct
she had to keep from covering herself. His gaze drifted down her body and
caught on her wet curls. His eyes grew dark and she remembered she’d shaved.

“What’s this?” He used his fingertip to trace the lips
of her pussy, pausing to tug gently at the curls before sliding along the
smooth newly exposed skin.

Her knees grew weak and she fought to keep from
trembling.

“Just a trim.” Anticipation and anxiety made her voice
sound breathless.

“I like it.” He cupped her with his palm and slipped a
finger into her wet slit. She melted against his hand, and he leaned in to
catch her ear lobe between his teeth. “Hurry back.”

~~~~~

He sat in bed sipping a glass of wine when she got
back upstairs. Naked she presumed, if his bare chest was an indicator. He was
so handsome. He didn’t have a six pack or bulging muscles like one of those
male models, but he was trim, and strong and ruggedly handsome. His five
o’clock shadow only made him look more masculine.

All her insecurities came crashing down on her, and
she froze in the doorway. How could he possibly want a frumpy middle aged woman
like her?

He looked at her expectantly and patted the bed beside
him. Looking into his eyes, really looking, she forced herself to stop the
internal monologue. He didn’t look like a man who was making do. He looked like
a man who was waiting for his lover—a lover he really wanted, not one he was
just making accommodations for.

“You okay? Looks like you’re thinking hard.” He pulled
the covers back on her side. “Stop it and get in the bed.”

She stayed in the doorway for a moment longer and then
she decided. She was sick to death of feeling bad about herself. That was
pathetic; she wasn’t.

“Come on, baby. You’ve got to give me a chance to try
out my moves.” He arched an eyebrow and looked at her suggestively. “I need to
redeem myself.”

Smiling, she shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and
climbed into bed wearing her panties, bra and t-shirt. “Alright, show me what
you’ve got.”

“Now how am I supposed to work with all this clothing
in the way?” He ran a finger along the neckline of her t-shirt, skimming the
tops of her breasts and sending a delicious tremor through her. “I’m naked,
see?” He pulled back the covers, and he was gloriously naked and erect, his
cock standing out from his body.

She reached for him, but he stopped her.

“You first, baby.” His voice was soft and serious,
some of the playfulness gone. “Come on,” he said, reaching for the hem of her
t-shirt. “Let’s try this on dry land.” He slid the shirt up and off her,
kissing her when her head emerged.

He nibbled his way along her jaw and down her neck,
using his teeth to scrape gently at the sensitive skin at the base on her
throat. She moaned in pleasure and let her head fall back to give him better
access.

God, it felt good. His beard was rough against her
skin and his mouth soft. The contrast made her shiver.

“Lay down, baby.” He murmured the words against her
skin, and she leaned back on the pillows propped against the headboard.

He cupped her head like he had in the tub, but this
time she kept her eyes open as his thumbs traced her lips. She watched him,
watched his honest appreciation and naked wanting. Seeing his desire, fed her
own, and her lips parted under his touch. The tip of her tongue darted out to
lick the pad of his thumb before she caught it between her teeth. His eyes grew
wide and then drifted closed in pleasure.

Realizing she still had the power to excite him was a
heady drug, and she went further, sucking his thumb into her mouth and running
her tongue over it like she wanted to do to his cock. His answering groan sent
a jolt of heat into her belly. He shifted, thrusting his hips toward her, and
she felt his cock press into her side. Instinctively she reached for him, but
before she could wrap her hand around him, he shifted away from her.

He caught her wrists in his hands, trapping her as he
worked his way down her neck to the tops of her breasts. He laid a trail of
soft kisses along the lacy edge of her bra, pausing to dip his tongue under the
fabric to the tender skin beneath. Her pulse hammered in her chest and her
hands, still trapped in his, fisted at her side. His touch was feather soft,
and it drove her wild. He hadn’t even touched her nipples, and she could feel
the dampness in her panties. She could feel her pussy swelling for him.

When he closed his mouth over her nipple, she almost
came out of her skin. His breath was hot through the fabric of her bra, and her
nipple tightened to a hard peak. Holy God, she wanted him so much, wanted his
mouth on her bare skin. She would have ripped off her bra just to have his
tongue against her flesh, but he still held her wrists captive. She tugged
against his hands, making a frustrated noise low in her throat, and he lifted
his head from her breast, flashing her a quick grin before he lowered his mouth
to her other nipple. Heat from his mouth flooded one nipple while the one he’d
abandoned pebbled tighter under the cold damp patch of fabric. The contrast was
delicious and she arched her back, offering her breasts to him.

“Please, Jack.” Her breath came in shallow pants. “I
need more. Please.”

He lifted his head from her nipple and let go of her
hands. When she reached for him, he pulled back.

“No touching or I’m getting handcuffs.” He said it
playfully and then froze when she let out a small cry. His eyes went dark with
hunger. “Really?”

She couldn’t answer, shocked herself at how much the
idea excited her. The idea of being bound and at his mercy, unable to do
anything but take what he gave her, was erotic as hell.

He must have seen the excitement in her eyes.

“That’s good to know,” he said, his voice rough with
need. “But for now, let’s try this.” He slid her bra straps down, trapping her
arms against her body and exposing her breasts. The cups of her bra pressed underneath
her breasts, holding them up like rosy tipped offerings.

“Beautiful.” He whispered the word like a prayer, and
she watched the naked appreciation fill his eyes. He reached out and cupped her
breasts, his hands covering the fabric of her bra, and she groaned when he
still didn’t touch her nipples. They were hard and tight and aching for his
touch.

Jack’s agonizingly slow seduction had her burning for
him. Every teasing touch ratcheted her desire higher, making her feverish with
wanting. Their gazes locked as he lowered his head to her breast. His gaze
never left hers. Not while he used his tongue to trace increasingly smaller
circles on her breast or when he licked at the delicate edge of her areola.

She fought to maintain eye contact, fought to watch
her husband’s expression as he teased her aching flesh. When his mouth finally
latched onto her nipple, she lost the battle. He pulled her flesh deep into his
hot, wet mouth, and she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. After
all the torturously light touches, he suckled her, tugging hard on her nipple.

She arched harder, pressing herself against him. She
wanted to sink her fingers into his hair and hold his head against her breast.
When she tried to lift her arms, the straps of her bra caught her. It wasn’t
tight. She could have lifted her arms anyway, but just the feeling of being
bound sent a jolt of heat straight to her clit. Instead of touching him, she
fisted her hands at her sides and watched as her husband suckled with rhythmic
pulls at her nipple. She fought to catch her breath as Jack released her nipple
with a soft pop. The elongated wet peak strained toward him, and he blew on it,
smiling as it pebbled to a tight nub in the chill of his breath.

Her breath came in shallow gasps and by the time he’d
repeated the agonizing process with her other breast, she was practically
crying with need.

“Jack, oh God, please,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

“Nope. Not yet.” He pressed her further into the
pillows until she was laying down. Kneeling over her, he took his cock in his
hand and pressed it against her lips. “Suck it, baby.”

She opened her mouth and took him in greedily. His
answering moan was more than enough encouragement and she alternated between
running her tongue over the velvet covered steel and sucking him deep into her
mouth. She hollowed her cheeks so she could suck harder. He grabbed her head,
holding her still so he could fuck her mouth. He allowed himself a few hard
strokes before he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her straining towards him
her mouth open and empty.

“I’m going to come inside you.” His voice was raged
with need as he visibly fought for control. “But not until you come first.” A
whimper escaped from her, and he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring.
“Now, let’s see what’s under these.”

He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties
and tugged. Christine lifted her hips, helping him slide them down her legs. He
sat up and looked at her while she kicked off the damp white cotton.

“I like this.” He stroked a finger along her freshly
shaved skin. “It’s so smooth here.” She held her breath while his finger traced
feather soft along the sides of her pussy. “And so wet here.” He slid a finger
along her swollen lips. He grazed her aching clit and her hips bucked toward
him. “God, I love it when you want me, Chrissy.” He continued to stroke her wet
slit, and she struggled to pay attention to what he was saying. “It’s such a
turn on to see you excited.”

His words were a balm for her, and she gave in,
luxuriating in his touch. He knelt between her knees, and she spread her legs
wide, more than ready to take him inside. But instead of thrusting into her, he
stretched out on his stomach with his face over her mound.

Flattening his tongue, he licked her shaved skin in
long strokes. This time she didn’t fight the urge to bury her hands in his
hair. She slid her fingers into his hair and held on for dear life while his
mouth tortured her. Using his hands, he pushed her outer lips apart, exposing
her swollen clit. She moaned in anticipation, and then his mouth was on her,
hot and hard. He sucked on the tight bundle of nerves, using his tongue to
flick and tease her. Her breath hitched and she raised her hips to him,
spreading her legs wider and opening completely for him. His mouth destroyed
her, and she struggled to keep from pulling his hair. She was desperate for
more, desperate to have him, and her cries escalated when he slid two long
fingers deep inside her.

“Jack, God, please,” she whimpered. “Please, fuck me.”

“Hmm unh,” he hummed against her clit.

He curved his fingers to stroke inside her while his
mouth worked relentlessly at her clit. She couldn’t take it. It was too much.
She squirmed to get away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. He hooked his
fingers inside her while his other hand grasped her hips and held her still for
his mouth. She couldn’t hold herself together. She was coming apart under the
delicious onslaught of his mouth. She panted, gasping for breath as her nerves
zinged to life, and then she exploded, wave after wave of pleasure rolling
through her. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, and she cried out his
name.