Sugar & Spice Chapter 8

MY BODY TREMBLED at my husband's touch. We were still in the bathroom, still standing, still facing the mirror. My eyes were closed. Keyth's hand was inside my panties, moving slowly-deliberately. His fingers found my sensitive areas with ease. With his other hand, he massaged one of my nipples through my bra. I couldn't resist even if I had wanted to. I was putty in his hands. We had been married for eight years and our sex life was still incredible. I felt myself starting to sway rhythmically as the pleasure he gave me began to mount.

I opened my eyes and saw him watching me voyeuristically. I could tell that the pleasure he gave me somehow stimulated him. I closed my eyes again, which seemed to enhance what I was feeling.

"Just like that," I heard myself saying.

Moments later my legs started to shudder as I approached orgasm. I could feel my husband's hardness pressing against my back, threatening to puncture my skin. Even though Keyth initiated the sex, I needed it too. I was almost there . . . almost there.

"Yes . . . yes . . . yessssssssss!" I shuddered.

That was all Keyth needed to hear. I swear two seconds hadn't passed before we were on the bathroom floor, thrusting our pelvises relentlessly, moaning and groaning like animals in heat. The floor was hard, but I didn't care. My body demanded pleasure and I gave into it. Our bodies slammed hard against each other in perfect harmony until we climaxed together.

We lay there on the floor, catching our breath. Keyth's head was on my chest and I stroked his hair gently as we listened to Billy Preston's, With you, I'm born again. Keyth had dedicated that song to me at our wedding reception.

"You remember this song?" I asked him.

"Uh-huh," he said in a low semi-conscious voice.

I laughed. I could tell he was on his way to never-never land. It had been a long day. We had been at the Universal Theme Park from the time it opened at 8 AM until 8 PM and he was tired.

We had lunch at the Hard Rock Café, which was full of Hollywood legend look-a-likes. Our server was Sydney Poitier. Rarely do I allow my daughter to eat junk food, but today I let her have whatever she wanted. We ate Buddy Holly burgers, French fries, and Haagen-Dazs ice cream.

After we finished eating, Savannah dragged us to the Back to the Future ride, Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park, Ron Howard's Backdraft, Kevin Costner's Water World, James Cameron's Terminator 2:3D and everything else in the park. It had been hot and the lines were long. We baked in the sun for at least an hour and a half at each ride. But Savannah loved it and that's all that mattered.

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