Craving Resurrection
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“I’m sorry,” he gasped, trying and failing to curb the laughter. “But yer—yer so concerned wit’ me comin’ in while yer bathin’!” He stopped to laugh loudly again, bending at the waist as he did so. “But didn’t Mum just help ye in here? She’s seen what we’ve been up to!”
“You’re such an ass!” I cupped my hand in the water and shoved it toward him, causing a huge wave to fly over the edge of the bathtub and completely soak his face and chest.
He gaped at me, his wide eyes and mouth causing me to burst out in laughter of my own. Then he was up, kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants down his legs.
“No. No, Patrick! You can’t—”
He leaned back and opened the door a fraction.
“Mum, I’m goin’ to get in wit’ Amy,” he called, making my face flame in mortification. “We’ll be out in a while!”
“Okay, dear!” Peg called back.
“I cannot believe you just did that,” I hissed through my teeth, climbing to my feet.
“Sit back down.”
“No, I’m getting out.”
“Sit. Down.” His voice had gone deep and stern, and I looked up in surprise to see him pulling off his t-shirt. I debated ignoring him, but there was no amusement left on his face. He was completely serious… and angry?
I timidly sat back down in the water and pulled my knees to my chest as I watched him finish disrobing.
“Pull out de stopper for a moment,” he directed, stepping into the tub. He was standing right in front of me, and I reached behind me blindly to pull the plug while his erection seemed to bob in my face.
My mouth began to water.
“Dat’s enough,” he said after a minute, pulling me out of my stupor.
I stopped the draining water again as he reached down to tug on his erection, and my sore muscles clenched.
“I t’ink I’ve found one part of ye dat isn’t sore,” he said quietly, reaching out to rub my cheek and slide his thumb into my mouth. “Up on yer knees, wife.”
I scrambled up, the water rippling around me, and as soon as my hands were planted on his thighs, his were in my hair guiding me toward him. We’d done it before, a few times, but never in that position.
I opened wide and the pool of saliva in my mouth made his entry easy. As I wrapped my lips around him, being careful not to get him with my teeth, he shuddered.
“Dat feels wonderful,” he rasped, and I jolted, looking up to urge him to silence with my eyes. Peg could not know what we were doing.
“Open wider,” he urged gently, his brow furrowed. “Take me deeper in yer mout’.”
My eyes bugged at his obvious words, and I felt heat flush up my neck. He was doing it on purpose. If I opened any wider I’d have to unhinge my frigging jaw.
He might have been embarrassing me, he was still infinitely gentle as he guided my movements, and his mumbled words of praise had me heating and growing even slicker in the water. He was so gentle and obviously thankful that I was giving him a blowjob that I couldn’t even be mad at him.
“Enough.” His words were garbled as he pulled away. Suddenly, I realized how cool the water had gotten and how much of my skin was out in the cold air. I shivered as he carefully sat down facing me, his knees jutting above the edges of the tub.
“Not much room in here,” he said with a smile, pulling me to his chest so he could reach around me to turn on the taps. “It’s hot, don’t lean back.”
I nodded as he pulled me into his lap, my knees under his armpits and our bodies completely aligned from hips to chest.
“I’ll not hide or sneak around. I pay me mum plenty to cover de rent on dis place, it’s just as much ours as it is hers. ” He told me seriously, one hand at the back of my neck and the other smoothing its way down to tease at my peaked nipple. “Yer me wife. We make love. Dat’s de end of it.”
He was hard beneath me, and with a twist of his hips he was sliding slowly inside, watching my face closely for any sign of discontent. I was still sore, but the throbbing ache of arousal overwhelmed any discomfort I may have felt. He felt so good when we were wrapped around each other that way.
“Alright?” he whispered.
I loved him so much in that moment.
“Lovely,” I whispered back with a sly smile.
He met my smile with one of his own and he reached behind me to turn off the water. The motion pressed him deeper and I stuffed my head into his neck to keep from moaning out loud.
I was braced against my knees and bent completely in half in that small bathtub, and there was virtually no room to move, but we made it work. We rocked gently, kissing faces and necks and shoulders and arms until it was over and I was completely exhausted.
***
We spent the rest of the day together with Peg, watching old movies and cuddling. It was exactly what I needed after the long week we’d had. It had gone by too fast, though, and a part of me wished we could do it all over again. I dreaded Patrick leaving in the morning.
Peg was considerate of us, and spent a lot of time puttering around the kitchen and her small garden to give us a little time to ourselves, but I knew that she was dreading Patrick’s departure almost as much as I was. There was something happening behind the scenes, something they weren’t telling me, and it was making her more anxious than normal.
We slept naked and curled around each other that night, but my poor body was at its limit, so we didn’t do anything else. It was nice to just feel our skin touching in various places as we lay in the small bed. Patrick made comments about finding a bigger mattress, but I hoped he wouldn’t. I loved that we had so little room—it meant that we were always touching, no matter how we moved around in our sleep.
“You’re such an ass!” I cupped my hand in the water and shoved it toward him, causing a huge wave to fly over the edge of the bathtub and completely soak his face and chest.
He gaped at me, his wide eyes and mouth causing me to burst out in laughter of my own. Then he was up, kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants down his legs.
“No. No, Patrick! You can’t—”
He leaned back and opened the door a fraction.
“Mum, I’m goin’ to get in wit’ Amy,” he called, making my face flame in mortification. “We’ll be out in a while!”
“Okay, dear!” Peg called back.
“I cannot believe you just did that,” I hissed through my teeth, climbing to my feet.
“Sit back down.”
“No, I’m getting out.”
“Sit. Down.” His voice had gone deep and stern, and I looked up in surprise to see him pulling off his t-shirt. I debated ignoring him, but there was no amusement left on his face. He was completely serious… and angry?
I timidly sat back down in the water and pulled my knees to my chest as I watched him finish disrobing.
“Pull out de stopper for a moment,” he directed, stepping into the tub. He was standing right in front of me, and I reached behind me blindly to pull the plug while his erection seemed to bob in my face.
My mouth began to water.
“Dat’s enough,” he said after a minute, pulling me out of my stupor.
I stopped the draining water again as he reached down to tug on his erection, and my sore muscles clenched.
“I t’ink I’ve found one part of ye dat isn’t sore,” he said quietly, reaching out to rub my cheek and slide his thumb into my mouth. “Up on yer knees, wife.”
I scrambled up, the water rippling around me, and as soon as my hands were planted on his thighs, his were in my hair guiding me toward him. We’d done it before, a few times, but never in that position.
I opened wide and the pool of saliva in my mouth made his entry easy. As I wrapped my lips around him, being careful not to get him with my teeth, he shuddered.
“Dat feels wonderful,” he rasped, and I jolted, looking up to urge him to silence with my eyes. Peg could not know what we were doing.
“Open wider,” he urged gently, his brow furrowed. “Take me deeper in yer mout’.”
My eyes bugged at his obvious words, and I felt heat flush up my neck. He was doing it on purpose. If I opened any wider I’d have to unhinge my frigging jaw.
He might have been embarrassing me, he was still infinitely gentle as he guided my movements, and his mumbled words of praise had me heating and growing even slicker in the water. He was so gentle and obviously thankful that I was giving him a blowjob that I couldn’t even be mad at him.
“Enough.” His words were garbled as he pulled away. Suddenly, I realized how cool the water had gotten and how much of my skin was out in the cold air. I shivered as he carefully sat down facing me, his knees jutting above the edges of the tub.
“Not much room in here,” he said with a smile, pulling me to his chest so he could reach around me to turn on the taps. “It’s hot, don’t lean back.”
I nodded as he pulled me into his lap, my knees under his armpits and our bodies completely aligned from hips to chest.
“I’ll not hide or sneak around. I pay me mum plenty to cover de rent on dis place, it’s just as much ours as it is hers. ” He told me seriously, one hand at the back of my neck and the other smoothing its way down to tease at my peaked nipple. “Yer me wife. We make love. Dat’s de end of it.”
He was hard beneath me, and with a twist of his hips he was sliding slowly inside, watching my face closely for any sign of discontent. I was still sore, but the throbbing ache of arousal overwhelmed any discomfort I may have felt. He felt so good when we were wrapped around each other that way.
“Alright?” he whispered.
I loved him so much in that moment.
“Lovely,” I whispered back with a sly smile.
He met my smile with one of his own and he reached behind me to turn off the water. The motion pressed him deeper and I stuffed my head into his neck to keep from moaning out loud.
I was braced against my knees and bent completely in half in that small bathtub, and there was virtually no room to move, but we made it work. We rocked gently, kissing faces and necks and shoulders and arms until it was over and I was completely exhausted.
***
We spent the rest of the day together with Peg, watching old movies and cuddling. It was exactly what I needed after the long week we’d had. It had gone by too fast, though, and a part of me wished we could do it all over again. I dreaded Patrick leaving in the morning.
Peg was considerate of us, and spent a lot of time puttering around the kitchen and her small garden to give us a little time to ourselves, but I knew that she was dreading Patrick’s departure almost as much as I was. There was something happening behind the scenes, something they weren’t telling me, and it was making her more anxious than normal.
We slept naked and curled around each other that night, but my poor body was at its limit, so we didn’t do anything else. It was nice to just feel our skin touching in various places as we lay in the small bed. Patrick made comments about finding a bigger mattress, but I hoped he wouldn’t. I loved that we had so little room—it meant that we were always touching, no matter how we moved around in our sleep.
