Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(5)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I didn’t expect to find him in there, with candles lit all around a running bubble bath. He stood there in only a pair of boxers and handed me a cold beer out of a small cooler that sat on the vanity.

“Hi, baby.” He kissed me softly as our hands touched. “I miss you.”

I nestled my head into his neck and wrapped my arms around him. His skin was so warm and welcoming.

I needed this.

We needed this.

He lifted my shirt over my head slowly, in between kisses. I looked deeply into his brown eyes and got lost in the moment. I pushed him against the sink and pressed my hand down his boxers. Ty placed his hands on my shoulders and let me take a handful of his c**k into my hand.

I’d missed him so much, longing to be close and make love to him. After years of marriage, we’d never gone so long without being intimate. My heart wanted to move slow, but my body was suddenly reacting to the moment.

I needed his hands all over my skin and for him to be inside of me.

Ty sensed my desire for him. He reached down and pulled off my yoga pants, not even waiting for me to step out of them. I was lifted onto the vanity and my legs were forced open so that he could wedge himself in between them.

Our breathing was heavy, our kisses intensified. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him against my body, feeling his erection pressing against my sex. He nuzzled on my ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth. My head fell back, reacting to even the smallest of touches. My ni**les tingled, and I couldn’t remember the last time my body had reacted like this.

Ty and I didn’t have boring sex, but this was different. Every inch of my skin was begging to be touched, kissed, and satisfied.

The clasp to my bra opened and my br**sts sprung free. Ty cupped them, pushing them together and sucking them into his mouth at the same time. A cry escaped me as I felt the moisture growing between my legs. He knew where and how to touch me, having memorized every inch of me after so many years.

I ran my hands through his hair while watching his tongue tease my ni**les. I wanted them in his mouth again, but instead he dragged his wet bottom lip over them. The heat of his breath kept them hard and begging for his mouth to suckle them once more.

I felt my br**sts being freed as he trailed a hand down under the elastic of my panties. He moaned when I felt his fingers spreading me open and sliding inside of me. Our mouths met for a deep kiss. As he pulled away to catch his breath, he groaned again. “I want you so bad, baby. You’re so wet and tight. I need you so f**king bad.”

Hearing him saying it, wanting me equally as much as I wanted him, was enough to make my body tingle. I rocked my hips against his hand. Ty didn’t need permission. I belonged to him in every way. He owned my heart and my body.

I was too consumed in the moment to realize that the water was still running in the tub. Ty pulled away and looked down at his feet. The water had overflowed and he was standing in a puddle. “Shit!”

We grabbed towels that were hanging and got down on the floor after he’d reached over and turned off the faucet. I was laughing while he cussed more under his breath. When our saturated towels met in the middle of the room, he saw the shit-eating grin on my face. I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry. I know you were tryin’ to be sweet.”

We were naked, kneeling on the bathroom floor, surrounded by sopping wet towels. Ty reached over and kissed me on the lips. He climbed over the towels until our bodies were up against one another. “Just go with it.”

I could still hear dripping as our lips met. When our bodies reacted, the sloshing of wet towels surrounded us. Ty pulled me on top of his lap as he sat down, taking the brunt of the wet towels against his ass. I straddled him, letting the wetness of our bodies work to our advantage. He backed us up to the tub and grabbed a bottle of bubble bath, squirting it all over us.

I was in shock, wondering if he was deciding to play instead of make love. Then he took his hands and started lathering up my body, starting with my thighs and then my br**sts. It felt so good that I forgot all about being on the wet floor, sitting atop soaked laundry that I’d have to wash.

When I didn’t react the way he wanted, Ty cocked his brow. “Woman, I’m trying to get freaky with you.” He took my hands and placed them on his chest.

I giggled and began lathering up his chest, running it over the small patch of hair in between his ni**les. He finished and grabbed my ass, digging his fingernails into my skin so that he wouldn’t slip as he pulled me into him. The soap made it so slippery, and I understood why he’d come up with the idea. I reached down, trying not to get his c**k soapy. He watched me, teasing my opening with his erection. I rubbed it against my clit and threw my head back, feeling the heat of his erection making contact with my throbbing bud.

I was so wet, so ready for him to be inside of me. It slid in with ease, feeling tighter than I could ever remember it being. We’d gone for so long that it felt like the first time again. I think he could feel it too, because he closed his eyes and bit down on my bottom lip, freezing in place to keep from losing it prematurely. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

I was so hot for him that I could feel my pulse in my pu**y. My inner walls kept having spasms around his cock, and I needed to start moving. I wanted to feel the sensations of it sliding in and out of me.

I started rocking my hips as Ty reached into the tub, wetting his hands and running it over my soapy chest. The way they glided over my ni**les was utterly delightful. He reached up, getting suds all over my cheeks as he held my face to kiss me passionately. We grinded slowly, absorbing every feeling possible as we came together.

Ty paid no attention to the soap all over me as he kissed down my chin and onto the nape of my neck. I could feel his teeth biting me as he began to tighten up. I picked up my pace, knowing he was losing control, and wanting to experience it with him. Then it was there, that precise moment where my body shuddered. I cried out, digging my nails into his shoulders. Finally we stilled, taking in the emotions of what we’d just experienced after so much time apart. I was afraid to move an inch, because I felt so good.

Ty placed his lips on my forehead and held them there. “This wasn’t how I pictured tonight going.”

I pulled away and looked right into my husband’s eyes. “The night’s not over, you know.”

He brushed the remains of suds off of my face. “You’re still so beautiful to me. How’d I get so lucky?”

I shrugged, not wanting to feed his ego. “I must have been crazy.”