My hands sacrifice her arse to cover my ears. Call me unreasonable, but it can’t hurt as much as what she’s suggesting. She wrenches herself free of my bite, hissing in pain as she does. “But I hate them,” she whines, pushing out her bottom lip. “Not even for a million jars of Sun-Pat and two million Apology Fucks. I nod my head to myself, determined to stand my ground, no matter how much she begs and no matter what she promises me. “For fuck’s sake,” I breathe as she spins over, resting a palm on each of my pecs and bringing her front down to mine.

“Jesse.” Water starts to splash around us until I’m forced to release her or risk flooding the bathroom. “Forget it.” I feel her shift under my hold. “You mean the perfect boobs that your husband loves just the way they are? Those boobs?” I can’t see her, but I know she’ll have just pulled off an eye roll worthy of an award. Wants to soak with me in the bath? I scoff. It’s silent for a few moments, gloriously silent and peaceful. The sensation of her palms stroking over the hairs on my legs is hypnotic. I sigh a very fucking contented sigh as she settles between my thighs, my arms and lower legs wrapping her up tightly, my eyes closing in pure peace. “Your god awaits.” I offer my hand, and she wanders over, still laughing, making a point of blowing some more bubbles from my nose as she lowers in front of me. I flap my hands, clearing some of the bubbles in front of my face, and grin when I find her standing by the door. Within a few seconds, I hear Ava laughing.

It seems to take fucking ages for the water to reach halfway up the side, and when I’m happy with the depth, I jump in, wafting the bubbles upward. “Whatever my lady wants.” I shoot up off the bed and head to the bathroom, flipping on the taps and pouring in a huge dose of bubble bath before swishing the water around. “No, I just thought it would be nice to have a soak together.”Īva’s wet nakedness slipping all over mine? I slip free from her tight warmth on a small hiss, my cock still twitching from the aftermath of my climax. “Is there something you want to tell me?” My wife knows I’m at my weakest when she’s naked, wet, and spread all over me. I pull my face from her throat and lift a questioning eyebrow. “I can hear those cogs kicking in.” She laughs a little.

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