“I’m going to fuck you now, baby, but the first time is not going to be in this tub, so come here.”

I extract my finger from her. I sit on the edge of the tub with my feet planted firmly onto the bottom of it. With a lift of her ass, I haul her on top of me.

Her brows quirk up.

“What, beautiful?”

“If I’m on top, I’d say I’m the one doing the fucking, wouldn’t you?”

She definitely has me there.

Our roles are reversed. Her knees spread wide, giving me a prime view of her pussy. Her hand grips my cock, stroking him up and down and then lightly grazing the tip with one of her fingers. I go up in flames.

Fuck me, my wife is stroking my dick. If I wasn’t such a hard-ass son of a bitch I could cry right now, I swear to Christ. That is how good she feels. How desperate I am for her.

When she lines her eager pussy up to my dick, sinking down slowly and taking in every inch, I do cry out in a deep groan.

“You ready to be fucked, Cain?”

She shoves me back and I ease my way onto the tile floor. I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. All I want to do is watch her glide up and down. No words. Nothing, except to feel. Feel the way her pussy wraps around me like warm silk, slinking down my dick. Feel the way she grips me tight when she lifts back up.

My eyes are glued to our connection. My dick is coated with her creamy juices, the sound of her slick heat becoming louder and juicier with every bouncing thrust.

I wanted to dominate her, and now here I am letting her fuck my goddamned brains all over this bathroom floor.

She begins to grind in quick, controlled motions, her wetness smearing on me. And then she ups the ante. My eyes roll in the back of my head when she takes her legs, stretching them straight out to the sides of my head by my shoulders. Her fingers dig deep into my shins, using them for leverage. Her hips start moving in a circular motion and she rides my cock hard and fast like a damned joystick.

“Fucking Christ! That’s it, baby. Ride it. Fuck it. Take every inch I have and get yourself off.”

I thrust my hips up to meet her, taking her to the depths of carnal bliss. I want everything from her.

All that matters to me right now is to come inside of her. No way in hell am I coming before her. My balls are so fucking tight right now. I clench my abs, hold it in, and watch my woman ride me. Her breasts bounce in every direction, and my hands itch to reach up and mold my fingers around them.

I’m stuck. Transported back in time when it was just me and her, the way it should have been all along. The way it will be again.

“Cain! I’m going to come!” she bellows.

“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart! Come.”

With her eyes on fire, smoky and staring right into mine, and her hair going wild in every which way, my wife’s body tenses up, her inner thighs spasming against my ribs. She moans in the sexiest way.

“Holy shit!”

She grinds down one last time, and fuck it, I’m done. I grip her hips tightly and pound up into her two, three, four times and fill her so full she will be leaking and smelling like me for a week.

For the longest time we stare at each other. I’m filled with the burning desire to slam back into her, to start making up for the six years we lost. Calla, on the other hand...

I shoot straight up, getting nose to nose and face to face with her, my eyes pleading for her to tell me what’s wrong. Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out.

“What the hell, babe?”

I disconnect us and flip her gently onto her back. Tears are pooling out of her eyes. She’s sobbing.

“What have we done? I… I can’t believe I just did that.”

I’m confused.

“Come again?” I ask harshly.

“We just had sex.”

Regret fills her tear-stained eyes. I instantly become pissed off. I jackknife myself up off of her.

“You have got to be fucking shitting me! Do you want me to say what you can’t? What your face is telling me? You regret what just happened.”

Does she mean it? She’d better not.

“No. I don’t regret it. I’m just..,” she stops.

“You’re just what?”

“We… we had unprotected sex. I’ve never had unprotected sex with anyone but you. And I’m not on any form of birth control. I quit taking the pill, shortly after..,” she shrugs. “Well, you know. So I’ve never needed to go back on them.”

I’m relieved. It isn’t regret she’s feeling. I’m glad she’s always been safe. That no one has come inside of her but me. No one else should have been there in the first place. That shit’s on me. Never again will she be touched by anyone else.

“I’ve never gone without one, either, since you. So there’s only one solution to this tiny little problem. Tomorrow first thing, I’m calling a doctor, because there is no way I’m using one again. Not when I just had my first taste of you again. No damned way.”

I look down at her red-rimmed eyes. Her face has that freshly-fucked look. In spite of her being an absolute mess, she’s beautiful.

“Well about that, too,” she says. Then sniffles.

“About what?”

“Don’t you think we got a little carried away? We don’t even know each other anymore. And aren’t you forgetting someone?”

She sits up, pulling herself into a standing position.

“Forgetting who?”

“Uh, Emerald. Your girlfriend, whore, slut, or whatever she is to you.”

“Emerald? She isn’t jack shit to me. Never was.”

“I beg to differ. She hates me as much as I hate her. And you’ve been with her for years. There is no way in hell she’s just going to walk away from you.”

“You beg to differ? Am I on trial now? Because that sounds like a bunch of lawyer bullshit to me. When I tell you she means nothing to me, I mean it. I haven’t been with her or anyone else for well over a month, and she’s damn stupid if she thinks I would choose her over you. The only woman who has ever meant anything to me is standing right in front of me, and if she doesn’t shut her mouth and get the fuck over here and kiss me, I’m going to stick my cock in her mouth and shut her up myself.”

She sighs, then rolls those pretty little eyes and waltzes right out without kissing me. Fucking pain in my ass already.

This talk is not over by a long shot.

Chapter Ten

Calla

Cain struts out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his confidence following right behind him.

“You don’t walk out of an important conversation. You and me, we’re talking this out. And quit thinking so much. I promise you, I’m clean.”

He tosses me a t-shirt he pulls out of the dresser.

“Here, put this on. Tomorrow I’ll get someone to go buy you some clothes.”

Catching it in mid-air, I slip it over my head. It’s huge, of course, hanging down to just above my knees and practically falling off my shoulders.

I watch him with his back to me. He takes out a pair of shorts, steps into them, and pulls them up and over his ass. He drops the towel and turns around and faces me.

“Very sexy,” he smirks.

“I believe you when you say you’re clean, but we can’t just go around and have unprotected sex. I could get pregnant¸ too, you know.”

His eyes gleam back at me with amusement.

“You’re not pregnant. Quit analyzing shit. We’ll deal with it. Right now it’s getting late, I want to grab something quick to eat and get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. I don’t have jack shit in here to eat except for peanut butter and jelly and some chips. I’ll get someone to hit up the grocery store tomorrow, too.”

This man is talking like we live together. Like everything is going to be fine between the two of us. We just had sex. Does he think that’s it? That we can just pick up right where we left off and start a happy life together? It’s not happening.

I’m too tired, hungry, and way disappointed in myself for letting my stupid lady parts control my actions to argue right now. And since when did he go to medical school to become an OBGYN? With the way my pussy opened up and said dive right in, my eggs more than likely did a cannonball straight into his sperm.