Page 123 of What If I See You
Once she told me I was forgiven, I carried her right into the shower and pleasured her until she came.
Twice.
I can’t fucking get enough of her.
Her scent.
Her body.
Her voice.
The way she sighs when she’s coming down from her orgasm.
Fuck.
It’s the most melodious sound and I live for it.
I crave it.
I work for it.
And even though we’ve promised each other that no decisions will be made without talking about it first, the darkest parts of me are telling me her decision is already made and she’s going to leave me.
The bathroom door opens and she steps out wrapped in a towel after her bedtime shower. Inhaling a deep breath I watch her every move.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
Her lips turn up into a smile. “Every single day, actually.”
I lie on my back, my hand rubbing over my stomach and chest. “Hmm. Really?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good. I need you to remember it.”
She turns toward me, combing her fingers through her golden wet tendrils, her brows coming together. “Why do I need to remember it?”
“You know.” I shrug lazily. “In case I’m ever not around to remind you.”
She turns out the overhead light to our room, casting us into the glow of the moon shining through the windows. Then she crawls onto the bed and over to my side where she pulls back the covers and shimmies over me until she’s straddling my naked body with her own. Well, she’s nearly naked.
Fuck me.
Her warm pussy pressed against my dick is a feeling I will never fucking tire of.
“And why wouldn’t you be around to remind me?” she asks pointedly. “Are you going somewhere?”
I reach up and slowly pull apart the towel wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. This way I can see all of my wife.
God, she’s stunning like this.
So, fucking sexy.
“I’m not going anywhere, Naughty,” I tell her, softly trailing my fingers from the base of her collar bone, down her sternum, to her pelvis and then I feather them down her thigh. “But you’re flying in a different direction tomorrow and I just want you to remember how beautiful you are. And that I love you more than I can ever put into words.”
“Griffin.” She places her hands on my chest and looks me square in the eye. “I’m not leaving you. You know that, right?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod wordlessly because if I open my mouth right now I might very well beg her not to go tomorrow.
