Chapter Seventeen

Iknow I"m playing with fire when I get into the bathtub and rest my back against his chest. The steam from the water rises up around us, giving me what I like to think of as a cloak to protect my feelings. That he doesn"t have to see how hot my face is, how I"m willing to do things when I don"t have to look into his eyes. It forces me to feel, instead of worrying about being embarrassed.

His arms go around me and I lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. His large palms slide up my stomach before cupping my tits, his thumbs going to the peaked nipples, worrying over the nubs. I widen my legs as much as I can, but they"re trapped by the edges of the tub. "Jasper, that feels good." I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth.

"That"s what I want. You to feel good." His voice is low, an intoxicating drink of alcohol against my parched throat. "When you feel good, I do too."

His cock is hard at my back and I grind into it. "You"re so hard," I groan.

"Damn fuckin" right I am. I sleep next to you every goddamn night, and it"s taken everything for me not to roll you over and fuck you. You"re my wife and I"ve wanted to take the position as your husband since I put a ring on your finger. The question is, will you allow it?"

I shuffle so that my feet are on the bottom of the tub, fighting for purchase against the bath salts. When I get enough of a grip, I pull away from him, and grip the edges of the tub, moving to a standing position. "I"ll allow some but not in here. Let"s take this to the bedroom."

When we get there, the excitement of being with him again runs through my body like a shot of adrenaline. "I"m not ready for you to fuck me yet," I caution him. "But we can do everything else."

He nods, willing to take whatever I"m going to give. This is important to me, so it"s also important to him. He lays on the bed, propping his head on a pillow. "Then come up here and ride my face, Daisy. I"ll get you off, while I get myself off." He palms his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down as he stares at me.

Jasper has never been the type of man who was shy about what he wanted, or what he wants to give. Before I know it, I"m propping myself up on my knees, straddling his face. I"m already wet and excited. Being married to him has given me a whole new perspective as to what we had previously. Knowing we're doing this for reasons that aren't just about us ups the ante for me more than it probably should. When his tongue laps at my clit, I feel it all the way through my body.

"Jesus Christ," I grunt, threading my fingers through his hair.

He pulls away. "Yes, ride my face. Hold my hair, and use me for what you need."

His elbow knocks against my side as he strokes himself, and while I"ve typically been the shy one between us, I decide now isn"t the time anymore. I want what I want, and right now I want to come. I want to fly apart, get rid of the tension between us, not worry about what the first orgasm with him since we"ve been apart will be like.

Rocking against his mouth, I take it all. With my free hand, I palm my breast, tug on my nipple, and ride his tongue. He swallows loudly, using the flat of his tongue to tease my clit. His free hand, that"s not jacking his cock, comes in between my thighs and worries my clit, too.

All of these sensations congregate in the middle of my body like a bunch of metal being attracted to a magnet and before I know it, I"m exploding against him. As I ride out the orgasm, he spills too, grunting and groaning as I feel the heat of his release against my back.

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We're lying on the couch together, wrapped up in one another after our bath. I'm wearing his t-shirt, something I haven't done since those early college days. His finger makes circles on my thigh. "You've always looked better in my clothes than I did."

I grin, turning my face into his shoulder. "I loved them because they smelled like you."

"You can wear them any time you want, but I especially like knowing you're wearing it after what we just did." He drops a kiss onto my shoulder. "Are you hungry for a snack?"

"Yes! Popcorn?"

"You know I always have it. I'll go fix it."

I'm not used to this Jasper. If he's going to be like this every time he has an orgasm maybe we'll do this more often. He's getting the glass bowl ready to put in the microwave with the kernels of popcorn when there's a knock on the door. I think it's going to be Barrett, so I answer with a grin on my face, ready to embarrass the shit out of him.

Instead, standing there is an older man with a scowl.

"Jasper. It might be a good idea to make sure your wife is dressed before she answers the door." I shriek, and Jasper pushes me behind him.

"Thomas. You checking on us to make sure we're really cohabitating?"

"You could say that."

"As you can see by how little she's wearing, we weren't prepared for company. We'll see you at the party."

With that, he closes the door, and closes his arms around me. I don't like that man. His eyes were cold, and I wonder just how much warmth he ever offered the scared little kid that Jasper was.

It obviously wasn't enough, and never will be.