Her eyes dilate. She really gets off on my possessive streak. “I think,” she moans, grinding into my palm. “I think we can make this work.”

“Yeah?” I study her face, making sure she’s really into it. “If you don’t like it, say the word and I’ll stop.”

She nods, holding it out toward me. “Do you put it in now?”

“Not yet, baby.” I rise from the bed, grabbing the cherry flavored lube and intimate massage oils from the bedside table. “Gonna prep you real good first.”

She curls her fingers around the plug, staring up at me as if waiting for instruction.

“Bathroom,” I say, swatting her firmly on the ass.

Giggling, she takes off.

I’m hot on her heels, eager to share in this new experience with her.

I plug the deep soaker tub, throw in some salts, and start the water. “Come here,” I say, pulling out the vanity chair and dropping my towel before taking a seat.

She walks over to stand between my legs, intentionally brushing my cock with her knee. Her eyes fix on mine, so innocent and trusting.

I unknot her robe, spreading it open slowly. Then I press my palms to her stomach on either side of her navel, trail them around to her hips, and up the sides of her ribs. With a featherlight touch, I brush the backs of my fingers over her breasts and slide up to push the fabric off her shoulders and watch as it puddles at our feet.

Adrenaline surges straight to my dick as I take in my beautiful wife in all her naked glory. “You’re perfect.” My voice is gruff, filled with love and lust and mounting desire.

I reach for the oil and squirt it into my hand, inviting her to straddle my legs, keeping them about a foot apart as she does to better expose her. I trail one hand between us and bring the other around to her ass, where I simultaneously massage her front and back to loosen her up.

She leans forward, bringing her tits within inches of my face. At the exact moment that I bite down on her nipple, I insert the tip of a finger into her ass, pumping it in and out while sucking and tugging on the pebbled peak.

“How’s that feel?”

“Amazing,” she whimpers while grinding her clit against my piercing. “Is it time?”

There’s still a hint of fear in her voice and I need her completely relaxed to ensure it’s a pleasurable experience for her.

“Not yet.” I reach over to shut off the water. “Ready to ride, cowgirl?” I circle my hips and lasso my hand in the air, to lighten the mood.

“Always.”

I help her up, so she doesn’t lose her footing, then climb into the tub and sprawl out, resting my knees against the walls of the bath.