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I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.

Oasis

The sound of running water from the shower woke me from my slumber. Rolling over I opened my eyes to check the time, just after one. Excitement washed through me as I slipped out of bed, shimmed out of my panties and then pulled my nightgown over my head, discarding it on the floor on my way to the bathroom. Allen had been gone for weeks and there was no way I would miss some quality time with him by sleeping through his arrival home. My feet hit the cool ceramic tile of the bathroom floor and sent a quick shiver up my spine as I crept closer to the shower stall. Standing outside the door, I took in the sight of his broad shoulders, my eyes trailing down his back to his rounded buttocks and long muscular legs with beads of water and soap gliding down his body. My husband was a remarkable sight, and just being this close to him, my heartbeat quickened, drumming in my ears. I opened the door and stepped inside, my fingers itching to roam over every inch of his soapy body.

One-step forward and I could press myself into his back and wrap my arms around his torso to hold him close, and that is exactly what I needed at that moment. The instant my bare chest touched his skin butterflies took flight in my stomach, and that longing to be with him in the most intimate of ways took over. Splaying my hands across his chest pulled him closer and he felt incredible, so incredible I never wanted to let go of him ever again.

“What are you doing?”

“I missed you so much,” I whispered.

I reached up to work the remaining shampoo into a foamy lather, my fingers slipping through his thick hair, loving the way his head fell back as he relaxed and let me take over. Grabbing the bottle of soap, I drizzled it over his shoulders and put it back on the shelf. Both hands began their quest to massage every inch of his body, roaming freely down his back, and over his behind before I slipped one hand between his legs. I loved hearing his quick intake of breath as I caressed him there, knowing he wanted me as well. Crouching I moved down both legs, and then pressed my breasts into his heated flesh, letting my body slide all the way up to stand again. He spun around, and I smiled looking up into his handsome face, watching the delight dance in his brown eyes before they darkened with desire.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, soft at first, just a light kiss that had me inching up on my toes to get closer to him, until I opened my mouth for a taste of him. My tongue swept into his mouth, sampling the lingering minty toothpaste, dueling with his in a fevered frenzy driven by passion and a moan escaped my mouth. I wanted him like no other before him, and as his arms wrapped around me, crushing me against him, the wave of urgency to be one with him took over us both. I broke the kiss, sucking in a ragged breath, trying like hell to contain the urgency that raced through me from head to toe, to no avail. Allen knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and wasted no time spinning me around and pressing me into the wall. The cool tile made my nipples pebble into hardened peaks, while his hands ran the length of my back eliciting a shiver. I widened my stance, giving him easy access, pushing my bottom out, wanting him to take me hard and fast, just the way I liked it.

Instead, he stood behind me, pressing into my back, his hands running up the sides of my body until they found my breasts, his thumb and index finger twisting and pulling them and that fabulous pressure sent heat washing through me, resting at the apex of my thighs just as his member made its presence known at my opening. His left hand glided down to my stomach, on a slow journey to my mound and I gasped in anticipation of his touch there, for those hands always played me like a violin. He toyed with my nub, circling around it, in a seductive tease that had me aching for more.

“Please,” I moaned. His low chuckle at my ear vibrated through me, but before I could ask again, his thumb slipped into my core and his fingers swept over my clitoris sending me straight to the brink of climax.

With every stroke of that magical hand, I climbed higher, ready to leap over the threshold as my moans echoed off the walls of the shower until his hand disappeared from my body, leaving me quivering and begging him for more. I reached down between my legs searching for his hardened staff, wrapped my hand around him and stroked the silky length, my thumb running across the head, drawing him closer to me. Finally, he took hold and entered me, one long, slow stroke that had him fully buried deep inside. Water poured down over us as we moved together, ascending toward complete bliss. Closing my eyes sent me drifting away to our own private oasis, the water crashing over my sensitized skin, and him gliding into my body as sweet ecstasy took over.

“Now,” I cried, needing release.

“Not yet.”

He pulled back, and I ached for every pulsating inch of him, so much so that I pushed back into him, forcing him to stay inside of me where I needed him. That one little action propelled us forward, each stroke quickening in necessity, the hunger burning and unrelenting. Allen grabbed my hips, holding me firmly to him as I succumbed to the climax that took over, moaning his name in a mantra, my legs trembling from the sheer force of it while the orgasm continued rippling through me. The warmth of his release came on the heels of mine, his member throbbing deep inside my body, his gratifying moans entangled with mine. For one minute, we stayed that way, listening to the sounds of our ragged breaths subsiding in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

I turned to face him, rested my hand against his cheek and smiled, wanting nothing more than to kiss him breathless this time as thoughts of making love to him again rushed through my mind. Once was never enough for me, because I could never get enough of the man that consumed me on every level. I pressed my mouth to his, my tongue sweeping into his mouth, as his arms wrapped around and pulled me closer. I became lost in that kiss, lost to the passion I found there as the kiss grew deeper robbing me of breath, until he broke it staring down at me.

“Round two?” Allen asked.

“You’re on,” I said, heading out of the shower knowing he would follow me to bed.

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