Free Always With You: Part One by M. Leighton Page B

increases immediately.  We might as well be in a deserted wing.
    Me:  I’m here.
     
    Olivia:  Come on in.
    I twist the knob and open the door slowly.  There’s nothing more than a sink and a toilet and my wife, standing in the center of the small room, smiling.
    “You’re dressed.”
    “I didn’t want to ruin anything for you. I know how much you like taking my clothes off.”
    I walk stiffly toward her, clenching and unclenching my fists.  How can she still do this to me after all this time?  Hell if I know, but I’m not one to complain.
    As I draw closer, she backs up to the sink until it hits her in the ass and she has to stop.
    “We’re gonna be banned from bathrooms before too long. You realize that, don’t you?”
    She nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
    I reach forward and unbutton her shirt, parting it to reveal her creamy flesh.
    “What was it you sent me a picture of, exactly?” I ask.  “I think I need you to show me in person.”
    Her hands are shaking, too, when she reaches up to pull the cups of her bra down to expose her pebbled nipples.  She twists and pinches them, her breath escaping her lips in a hushed little huff.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her on a growl as I bend to take one peak into my mouth.  Immediately, she arches her back and fists her fingers in my hair.  “Whatever happens next, you just remember that you did this.  You did this.”
    I flick open the snap to her shorts and push them down her legs along with her panties.  I reach between her thighs and spread her slick folds.  She’s slippery and ready.  Holy hell!
    “You’ve been a naughty girl today, it seems,” I tell her, thrusting two fingers deep into her.  She comes up on her toes and I feel her muscles clench deliciously around my digits.
    I look up into her stunningly flushed face and remove my fingers long enough to turn her toward the mirror.  “Do you remember our first bathroom?” I ask, moving my hands back to her breasts, rolling her delectable nipples between my thumb and forefingers.  She lets her head rest back on my chest, her eyes dark with barely controlled desire.
    “Yes,” she says breathlessly.
    I kiss my way along the curve of her neck and move my right hand to her right leg, lifting until it’s resting along the cool ceramic of the sink.  The position spreads her wide and my mouth actually waters when I look at the reflection of her slick, swollen pussy.
    “Jesus,” I mutter, nipping her flesh with my teeth, but unable to take my eyes off her body.  I move my palm up the inside of her thigh to her clit. She jerks against me when I pinch it lightly.  “I’ll kiss that later. I promise,” I vow as I rub slow circles over it until she’s relaxed again.  “I swear to God, Olivia, I’ve never felt anything like you. I wish you knew what it’s like to touch you, to put my fingers in you, my tongue in you, my cock in you.  To be inside this perfect body.”
    “Cash, please,” she moans, moving her hips against my hand.
    “Unzip me,” I tell her, watching as my middle finger disappears into her and then reappears slick with her need. I flex my hips into her when I feel her fumbling with my fly and I can’t help groaning when her strong fingers wind around me. 
    “Now give me your hand,” I instruct, knowing I’ll probably lose it as soon as I plunge into her.  But I don’t care.  We’re going to see this through the right way.
    Olivia brings her hand to mine and I take her fingers and press them into her along with mine. I force them deep and then bring them back out to massage her rigid clit.  I work them faster and faster until her breath is coming in short bursts.  She’s close. I can practically feel it coming.
    I release her nipple and drag my other hand between us.  I push her forward with my chest until her ass is pushed up and out.  I pause long enough to find her eyes in the mirror.  They’re half closed and her mouth is half