Chapter 24: 21 (Some adult content)

The second I stepped into the shower everything changed between us. The warm water felt good, and Chris felt even better. He pulled me towards him and we hugged each other. It was so tender, so full of meaning and full of a million thoughts and sentences that didn’t really need to be said.

And then he kissed me again-softly. Slowly. The warm water rushed over our faces and bodies and when I opened my eyes and looked at him, he had little water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes, those lashes that framed his ridiculous blue eyes.

“You looked beautiful today, in your wedding dress.” His hands moved down my arms and he intertwined his fingers in mine.

“Thanks. So did you.”

“I didn’t wear a dress did I?”

I put my finger over his lips, “No more jokes Chris!”

He rolled his eyes playfully in response, “Fine. I’ll try.”

And then he put his arms around me and lifted me up, pushing me into the wall. My legs were open and wrapped around him and I could feel him right there. He held me up effortlessly, like it was nothing for him. I was as light as a feather.  Pinned against the wall of the shower I was expecting him to have sex with me right there and then, but he didn’t. He was taking his time. His mouth moved down my neck to my breast, where he took my nipple in his mouth. The feeling of the hot water still running over me, tickling my nipples and Chris’ tongue gently licking circles around them was amazing. I moaned and wriggled and arched, forcing my whole nipple into his mouth. He sucked it slowly and gently, as his hand came up to cup my breast. His slight beard scratched at my delicate skin, and made the whole feeling even better.

One arm was still holding me up against the wall, while the other went to work on my breasts.  I couldn’t take anymore of this, he needed to fuck me now, or I was going to scream and die.

“Please Chris.” I whimpered as he squeezed my breasts together and took both nipples in his mouth, gently squeezing them between his teeth.  “Fuck me. Please.’

'He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eyes, they were almost black, his pupils were so big and dilated. I thought he would do it then, while my legs were wide open and wrapped around him. I could feel him- hard- rubbing against me. But he didn’t, he let me go and pushed me down onto the ground, onto the warm, wet hard tiles. He spread my legs and positioned himself in-between them. He took me by the hands and pushed my arms above my head. I felt the full weight of him pressing down on me, pressing me into the hard floor. It felt good. And then I felt it…

Slowly at first.

He let out a loud moan. I responded by opening my legs wider and inviting him in. More…That’s what I wanted. And he gave it to me. I don’t know if you’ve ever had sex on the slippery tiles of a shower floor. But it’s incredible. With every thrust my body slipped up and down the wet surface. I could use my hands to push myself off the wall, meeting him with such force, as my body slipped and slid. The warm water continued to drench us as our bodies slithered, and glided up and down the floor.

My first orgasm slammed through me hard and I wrapped my legs tightly around him, refusing to let him out. My hands clawed at his back leaving red streaks across it.

Then without warning, he picked me up and carried me out of the shower, throwing me down on the bed. Our wet bodies thumped together and sent drops of water flying. We picked up right where we left off in the shower. There was such intensity to everything we were doing. I just let go with Chris. I felt no judgment, I felt absolutely comfortable and felt like I could be myself- maybe even be better.

At some point I was on top of him. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest and it was soft and fun to stick my fingers through. I smiled down at him and he reciprocated. His hands were on my hips guiding me into a rhythm, his eyes were closed and I could see that he was about to come. But not before I did one more time. I arched my body back and lost control, the last few minutes were so primal.

I didn’t care what kinds of sounds were coming out of my mouth, or how much I was sweating and moving frantically with him. I didn’t care if parts of me were giggling unflatteringly, or if my hair was whipping me, and Chris- through the face. Clearly he didn’t care either.

I felt, and heard, him come. But just before it ended he pulled my head towards him and kissed me. That’s how it ended, with us kissing for what seemed like forever. We didn’t move, we were sweating all over each other and both tasted salty, but the kiss continued. We stopped and came nose to nose, and then lay there staring at each other.

“15 by the way.” He finally spoke.

“15 what?”

“15 out of 10.”

It took me a minute to get it. It was a reference to that first night together when he said he would rate my sexual ability out of 10.

I giggle, “Thanks. You’re not to bad yourself.”

He wrapped his arms around me and I felt so safe. I put my head on his chest, his hair was soft against my face, I’d never like chest hair before, until now. In fact, I like everything about Chris.

“Shit!” I got a fright as he said it.

“What?”

“We don’t have cigarettes to smoke.”

We both burst out laughing, “I wish we had that wedding cake though,” I said, feeling a sudden craving for sugar, feeling starved from our activity.

“You’re wish is my command.” He said getting up off the bed and walking to the phone.

“Yes reception….Hi, my wife and I, “ He really emphasized the word wife and winked at me. It sounded so good when he said it, “My wife and I left our wedding cake on the beach, would it be possible to get someone to bring it. Thank you.” He put the phone down and jumped back onto the bed with me.

About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and the ridiculous ten tiered red velvet monstrosity was being wheeled in. I couldn’t help it, but as I saw it, I burst out laughing. It was so over the top it was madness, even for what we’d been trying to achieve, getting one up on Tsquared, it was way, way too much. What were we going to do with it?

“Come here,” Chris was standing next to the cake holding the knife, “I believe we’re supposed to cut it together.”

We held the knife and looked at each other, before sliding it through the cake. Everything about this moment felt real, and maybe it was this time.

Chris cut a slice, “Shall we do that corny thing where we feed it to each other and then one of us smooshes it into the other person’s face?”

“No thanks,” I whipped the slice away and sunk into the couch eating it.

Chris joined me, and we sat side-by-side devouring our wedding cake talking about the looks that Ttwo had given us.

"I forgot to ask, and maybe it's a bit late now... but are you on the pill or something? I mean, we're not going to have a baby Annie ariving in nine months time are we?"

I shook my head, "It's a bit late to ask, but yes, I'm on the pill."

"A little Annie would be prety cute though." His statement shocked me.

"Do you like kids?"

"Love them. One of my ex's had a son, I still see him from time to time but..." His voice trailed off and I could hear the pain in it. The more I got to know Chris, the more he surprised me and the more I liked him. Loved him.

The sugar crash was intense, and after too many slices of cake we eventually melted together on the couch and closed our eyes. Just as I was falling into a happy sleep Chris whispered,

“Do you want to stay fake married to me Annie?”

I opened my eyes and looked at my hand which was stretched out across his chest, “If it means I can keep this ring, then yes.”

There was a loaded pause, I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel a strange intensity in the air.

“ I sort of think I might kind of love you Mrs. Lieberman.”

“Lieberman?”

“That’s your new surname.”

I laughed, it hadn’t occurred to me that I didn’t even know my ‘husbands’ surname.

“I’m Jewish by birth, by the way.”

Now I really laughed, “Well, I guess you learn something new about your husband everyday. Mazel tov to us I guess.”

We held onto each other tightly and let the tiredness wash over us, “I sort of think I kind of love you too, by the way Mr. Lieberman.”