Don’t Mind If “I Do” by Everly Ashton
Thirty-Six
Mazzy
Once I’ve caught my breath, I pull back from leaning on him to gauge his reaction to what just happened, hoping like hell there’s no regret.
I, for one, couldn’t be happier. Seeing him let go and be in the moment with me as he feasted on my breasts and brought me higher and higher with his fingers… I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life.
He’s looking at me with a mixture of desire and reverence.
God, I want to sleep with him—badly—but I wonder if we should take things slower. We’re still finding our footing, and it might be wise to take it one step at a time.
That said, I’m not the kind of woman to leave her man hanging.
“Take your swim trunks off,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow without a word but wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me off him. Then he pushes the shorts down his legs and tosses them out onto the patio, where they hit with a splat. He grins at me and splays his arms along the back of the hot tub. “Do your worst.”
I’ve always loved cocky Nick. It makes me want to bring him down a peg or two. I move in the water until I’m straddling him again, then I take his hard cock in my hands. He’s silk on steel as I glide my hand up and down, alternating the amount of pressure I use.
Nick groans and lets his head fall back to face the sky.
I continue pumping my hand, swirling it on the tip until he’s bucking. He rights his head and meets my gaze.
“I wanna see these tits.” He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra.
I take a quick glance around the backyard. His yard is private with large cedar hedges lining the perimeter. The straps fall down my arms and he tosses my bra somewhere near his swim trunks.
Nick licks his lips while his gaze takes in my bare chest. I use both hands now, stacked on top of each other, one moving clockwise, the other moving counterclockwise.
“Fuck, Maz. That feels so good.”
Nick’s grip on the side of the hot tub gets harder, bunching the muscles in his arms and turning his knuckles white. He’s panting and bucking into my hand, biting his bottom lip. Having him at my mercy like this makes me feel powerful and gives me an even better idea.
“Sit on the side of the hot tub.” I let my hands drop from his rock-hard length.
His eyes flare, and without missing a beat, he perches on the edge of the hot tub corner, setting his feet on the seats below. I slide through the water, the sensation of it moving against my bare chest enticing, until I’m between his legs.
I grip the base of his dick in my fist and slide my mouth down his length. He groans, deep in his chest, and pulls my hair back with both hands so he can watch me. When I hollow out my cheeks and suck to make my way back up his length, he groans again and his hands tighten in my hair. I bob up and down, unconcerned with the sucking and slurping noises I’m making. When I’m as far down as I can go on his length, I hold myself there for a moment so he can really feel himself at the back of my throat.
It’s his undoing, and soon he’s bucking into my mouth, holding me still. I willingly take all he gives me, letting him use me for his pleasure.
“Fuck, Maz. I’m gonna come.”
I massage his balls with my hand, and with one final thrust he comes down my throat, stilling himself in my mouth. While he rides out his orgasm, I suck gently, then come up for air once he’s done. He immediately pulls me in for a kiss, gripping the back of my neck hard while he pushes his tongue into my mouth.
A slight breeze across my chest reminds me that I’m practically naked in his backyard. I pull away from the kiss and sink back down into the water.
“After all these years, and after that, you think you can get away from me that easily?”
I chuckle and Nick grins, sliding back into the water. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
“I think you should move your things into the master bedroom with me.” He gives me a quick peck on the cheek. “What do you say?”
My breath catches. It’s one thing to get physical with Nick, but another to live like a real husband and wife. The prospect of growing used to it then losing it frightens me.
“Nick, what does this all mean?” I ask in a quiet voice.
His hand comes to my face and he brushes his thumb over my cheek. “I don’t know. Let’s see what happens over the next five months and we’ll worry about it then.”
It’s a risk. I’m setting myself up for heartbreak again, but sometimes you have to risk everything to gain the one thing you really want.