Valor

The shower door opens and I sense someone stepping in. “It’s me,” comes Ben’s deep voice. I shiver, despite the hot water pounding down on me. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been married, being close to him still does something to my body. His hands close around my breasts from behind and I nearly choke. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” he asks.

Soap glides down my chest, making my skin extra sensitive, especially when his fingers tweak my nipples. I clear my throat. “Of course not.” Knees weak, I lean against his hard body, feeling the light scrape of hair against my back. 

“Turn around,” he says gruffly.

Eyes still closed, I let his hands guide me around, then I lean into him as he washes the rest of the soap out of my hair, then works in conditioner. The brush and sway of my body against his works me up until I’m practically panting. With two full-time jobs and two very active kids, the only times we have to be together are stolen moments like these, so having him this close to me makes me forget I should be getting ready for the wedding. Instead, all I can think about is having him inside me.

It’s that simple. I can’t remember a time in recent memory when I look at him and don’t want him. It’s a blessing and a curse.

“Ben,” I plead.

“Shh, I’ve got to get you all cleaned up. But first I’m going to get you a little dirty.” 

Turning him down doesn’t even cross my mind. “You’ve got to hurry, the kids—”

Ben kisses me until I’m quiet and forget what I was saying.

Holiday, Happily Ever After, Novella

Pregnancy, Graphic Sex