Page 61 of Clear Shot

I’m too blissed out to think straight and all I can do is wiggle, desperate for him to move.

“Not until you tell me what you want,” he says in a throaty whisper. “Tell me how to pleasure my wife.”

My wife.

Those two words alone are enough to make my nether regions flood with arousal.

“Your pussy just spasmed around me…” he murmurs. “What did I say that turns you on…oh… you like when I call you my wife. That the ticket to making your pussy drip for me?”

“Y-yes!” My fingers slide against the damp ceramic tile but Aiden holds me steady.

“That makes me hot too.” He pulls back to the tip and thrusts back in. “But everything about my sexy, gorgeous wife makes me hot. I used to jerk off thinking about you, Hana.”

The sound that escapes me is whiny, needy, but it doesn’t last because he’s gliding in and out steadily now, each stroke a little harder and deeper than the last.

“But now that I know my wife likes having her pussy filled with cock, I don’t need to jerk off anymore, do I, baby?”

“N-no—oh please, Aiden!” I surge back to meet each thrust and our bodies start slapping together rhythmically.

“Such a good girl, letting your husband fill up that pretty pussy with come—you ready?” He reaches around front and expertly finds my clit, teasing it lightly with the tip of his finger.

“Yes…ohhhh!” A soft cry escapes me as the orgasm building deep in my belly explodes out. My mouth opens in a silent scream as he pumps into me, hard and fast, until there’s nothing but this.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s leaning against me heavily, one arm around my waist.

It’s a good thing, too, because I’m not sure my legs could hold me up at this point.

I’m completely spineless, my body reeling from pleasure so intense I nearly blacked out.

Aiden is breathing hard, lips against my ear.

“You okay?” he asks after a moment. “Can you stand?”

“I don’t think so,” I admit with a laugh.

“That’s okay.”

Before I realize what he’s doing, he scoops me up in his arms and then sinks onto the shower bench with me on his lap. “We can just sit like this until you get your legs back under you.”

I nestle against his chest. “That was amazing,” I whisper.

“It was pretty damn great,” he agrees.

“It’s like you already know everything I like.”

“Not yet. But I will.”

I smile, because I have no doubt of that.

Is it weird to tell your husband that this is the best sex of your life?

Maybe.

Or maybe I’m just nervous about showing him too much vulnerability.

“Let me know when you’re ready and we can finish cleaning up.”

“I think I’m good,” I say, reluctantly getting to my feet.