Unwrapped by Evelyn Adams Page B

the bed and unbuttoned his shirt.
He could smell the peach scented body wash Abby loved
and he moved faster, dropping his pants to the floor and stripping off the rest
of his clothes. He pushed open the bathroom door and
stepped naked into the steam filled bathroom. Abby obviously hadn’t heard
him come in. Her head was tipped back, mouth open in pleasure and she was using
the shower sprayer and her hand to get herself off. His cock, already hard,
turned to steel. He’d been married to her for fifteen years. How was it
possible to want her so much? But watching her give herself over to her
pleasure, he couldn’t imagine anything sexier – unless it was him
making her come.
    He
heard her breathing pick up, coming in gasps as the orgasm took her. He stepped
closer so he could see her better through the steam and spray. She must have
sensed him because she straightened quickly, sliding the glass door open to
look at him. Her expression shifted from startled to guilty.
    "I
couldn’t wait," she said sheepishly.
    "Don’t
stop," he said. "I love watching you."
    She
made a disbelieving face, and he reached out and caught her hand. "Don’t
believe me?" He took her warm wet hand and wrapped it around his cock.
Her eyes went wide with pleasure at the evidence of his arousal. He leaned in
and kissed her, licking the water from her lips. "Is there
room for me in there, too?" he asked.
    "Absolutely,"
she said, grinning.
    Tim
climbed in, blocking the spray, and she reached for him, feeling the water slip
between them as her hand grasped the hot hard length of him. He felt like iron
covered with velvet, and the water made everything smooth and slippery. She
stepped closer to lick at the trickle of water that ran down his chest. He bent
his head and caught her mouth with a kiss. She tasted mint and the familiar
taste that was Tim. Running her hands across his chest, she let them slide down
his belly to his hips. His hands cuffed her wrists, stopping them from moving.
    "Let
me make you come this time," he murmured against her ear. Shivers raised
across her skin, warring with the heat from the shower.
    Spinning
her around, Tim put her hands on the wall of the shower. He wedged his legs
between hers and used his feet to press hers against the edges of the tub. Abby
felt him hard and ready, and she arched back into him.
    "Don’t
move." The command in his voice started delicious
tremors low in her belly.
               
He stepped back, still blocking the shower, and she felt cold and vulnerable
and more excited than she’d been in a very long time. She stifled a
giggle. This was so much better than showering alone. He shifted slightly and
the hot spray hit her back, a glorious contrast to the chill. The scent of
peaches filled the cloud of steam, and she felt him move in behind her,
stroking soapy hands down her back and sides.
    "God,
you are so beautiful," he said as his hands slid over her skin in long
smooth strokes.
    Every
inch of her skin felt alive and tingling. She could barely breathe let alone
speak. She was a quivering pile of need and would have turned toward him.
Before she could, he stepped against her and slid his soapy hands around to cup
her breasts and tease her nipples to hard peaks. He rubbed his palms against
the tight points, before kneading gently while he licked and bit along her
neck. His five o’clock shadow tickled and scratched, adding to the sensations
overwhelming her body.
    "Please,"
she begged, pressing back against him. Need made her weak. She wasn’t
sure how she was still standing.
    "Not
yet." His voice was a low, throaty growl, and the force in it had her
shaking in place. He pulled back a bit, holding her still with one arm while
his other hand slipped between them, stroking her, letting his slick fingers
press against the tight ring of her ass before sliding between her legs. His
thumb slid inside her, curling to stroke her while his fingers played across
her aching flesh. Only his arm