In The Shower (Audio Script)

Stories

I’m so tired.

With my husband at work, I barely got any sleep last night.

It’s always that way when he’s out on duty, though.

I can’t sleep knowing that something could happen to him. That he’s in danger. You’d think five years as a cop’s wife, and I’d be used to it, but it never gets easier.

And unfortunately for me, life has to go on even with little to no sleep.

Kids have to get to school.

I have to get to work.

Dinner has to be made.

“Mmm. Maybe a hot shower will wake me up.”

I check my phone one more time to see if I have a message from him, and set it on the counter.

Slowly, I start to slip my pajama shirt over my head.

I feel a set of cool but familiar hands grip my ribs, and when I pull the lacey camisole over my head, my husband is staring back at me with a grin on his face.

“Looks like I made it right in time for my favorite part.”

Being in his arms gives me a sense of relief–his presence always does.

And even though I’m exhausted, I start to relax.

“You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I was quiet.

Didn’t want to wake up the kids.”

“I missed you last night. How was work?”

“Uh uh.”

He shakes his head at me, closing the distance between us with two slow, deliberate strides.

“We don’t have much time together this morning, and I’m not going to waste a second of it talking about work.”

I feel his jagged, gravelly tone through my whole body, and goosebumps spread across my skin because I know exactly what it means.

His hands slide down my body, and he kisses my neck. It’s rough and possessive, and it lights every nerve I have on fire.

No matter how tired I am, I could never resist this man.

And him coming home in his uniform? Well, that’s an added plus.

“You don’t want to talk about work?

What do you want to talk about then?”

“Oh, baby, I don’t want to do any talking at all.”

His hands slip underneath the band of my pajama pants, slowly inching them down as he kisses me.

“Let me help you with the rest of that, huh?”

My pajamas pool onto the floor, and I’m naked as I stand in front of him.

He holds my gaze for a beat, and then I watch as his eyes fall from mine all the way down my body.

First to my shoulders, then to my chest. Along my ribcage and stomach.

He pauses as he gets to my hips, a smile stretching across his face as I turn the shower on.

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

“You’re sure we have time for this before the kids wake up?”

“We do if you quit stalling and get in the damn shower.”

He slaps at my ass as I brush past him to step into the shower, and my skin burns with a sweet sting.

“You’re joining me, right?”

“Of course I am.”

His fingers fumble at the buttons of his shirt, and he shrugs out of it.

My stomach flips as I stare at his bare, rippled chest.

Five years together and the sight of this man still takes my breath away…still makes my knees weak… still absolutely melts me.

He tosses his clothes to the ground, before turning to look for something in one of the bathroom drawers.

“Now who’s stalling?”

He shoots me a mischievous grin as he takes something out of the drawer.

When he holds it up for me to see, a wave of anticipation rushes through me.

We don’t use the vibrator often, but when we do… holy shit.

My thighs involuntarily clench.

For a split second, I don’t know if I can handle this this morning, but when he opens the door and steps into the steamy shower with me, the thought vanishes completely because all I can focus on is my gorgeous, naked husband and the way his body presses into mine.

“Fuck I missed you.”

His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me forward to kiss me.

I swear this man could get me off with just the way he kisses me.

Sweeping his tongue through my mouth…

Sucking and biting on my lower lip…

Moaning into me like he’s enjoying it just as much as I am.

When he pulls back, I’m breathless and needy.

He works his knee between my legs, spreading me open for him. His fingers trail up my thigh, gliding across my pussy so gently that it makes me shiver.

His touch is so gentle, so soft.

For a few minutes, he plays with me.

Stroking his fingers up and down, brushing against my clit, and circling my entrance without ever actually putting his fingers inside of me.

And it feels excruciatingly good.

Knowing that he’s toying with me and about to pull away, I clench my thighs, hoping to keep his touch on me.

Instead, he pulls back and gives my ass another sharp spank.

“Keep those legs open, baby.”

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The mix of pleasure and pain is so good it disorients me, and I drop my head back, leaving myself completely at his mercy.

His hands drag up my thigh, gently coaxing my legs wider and wider. As he slips a finger into my throbbing pussy, he kisses my neck. Hot, open-mouth kisses that send a needy ache through me.

“Ohhh.”

I moan as he spreads my pussy and the feel of cool, pulsing silicone slides inside of me.

“That’s it, baby.

You know what’s coming, don’t you?

You like when I use the vibrator to make you come?”

A strangled whimper is all I can manage as my body contracts around the little toy. Each pulse takes me higher and higher.

He kisses me again and then works his way down my body.

Catching my breast in his mouth, his tongue glides over my chest, and he gives it a quick flick.

“God, that feels so good, baby.”

“You’re so sexy with your legs quivering like that.

So fucking needy.

So fucking sensitive.”

“Ahhhhh.”

“This body is so gorgeous, baby.

Mmm, and it’s all mine.

All fucking mine.”

There’s nothing that turns me on quite like hearing him so possessive. He’s laid back and calm most of the time, but in the bedroom, he takes on a completely different persona, and I can’t get enough.

I love to be bossed around. I love to be claimed.

Reaching for the body wash, squeeze a bit onto my hand. If I’m going to feel this good, then so is he.

His breath catches when I wrap my soapy fingers around his slick, hard cock.

He’s been so focused on me that he didn’t see it coming.

“Jesus, baby.”

“How is that?”

“Good.

Really fucking good.”

I move my hand up his shaft and then back down, my touch gentle, but deliberate. He squeezes his eyes shut, head leaning against the cool tile as I work.

Watching him respond to my touch only riles me up more, and I feel a pounding sensation in my core.

He lets me be in control for a few more seconds, playing with my breasts as I stroke his thick, hard cock. Right when I think he’s about to come, he knocks my hand away and spins me around.

With my body pressed against the cool glass, he kisses my neck, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin.

“I know you’re worried about time, so let’s speed things up, huh?”

My stomach clenches with need as I feel his hands on me again. With the press of a button, the vibration intensifies so much that my knees go weak.

He braces me against the glass, his lips hot on my ear.

“Come on, baby.

Give it to me.”

It feels so good that I’m dizzy, trying to remember to breathe as pleasure racks through my body.

“That’s my girl.

Let it go now.”

My legs quiver as I feel his body against mine, the weight only intensifying how I feel.

“Come, baby.

Come all over my hand.

There we go….”

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It’s almost more than I can take, and just when I think I’ve had enough, I feel a soft kiss on my clit.

“Ohhhh myy god.”

“So fucking sweet.”

I was so lost in how good he makes me feel, I didn’t even notice him drop to his knees.

His strong hands grip my thighs as he laps his tongue against me. Between that and the pulsing inside of me, I lose all sense of reality, surrendering everything I have to him.

“Yes, baby, yes!”

“Easy, baby.

That’s it. Take a breath.”

Moving feels almost impossible at the moment, my legs still jelly as he slips the vibrator out.