your position."
He nodded, leaning closer to the edge of his seat.
"I would have read it." She nodded. "If I'm being completely honest with myself, I know that I would have done that. But I would have told you."
The clock ticked on the wall, and still he waited, listening to the second hand twitch. He knew he should apologize and yet, at the same time, he knew that now was not his time to speak.
"I think I understand why you didn't. Or, at least, I think I can appreciate where you were coming from. And I do have to credit you with trying to make me happy, even if you went about it the wrong way."
She got up, then joined him on the sofa, taking his hand in hers so gently that he could hardly believe it. "The thing is, I should have told you that stuff. We should already know these things about each other. Do we have trouble talking about sex?"
"Not when we're--"
"No, not when we're having sex. But in general. Can you tell me what you want?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me. Tell me right now."
"I want you to forgive me." He said.
"No, I mean, if you could pick anything on your list to tell to ask for, what would it be? I want you to look me in the eye and be honest about what you want."
"Dana, this is a little..." He didn't know what. It just wasn't the way they did it. Or, at least, it never had been.
Before the list, sex had been reserved for their private moments. It was something that had never been spoken, but was asked for with a nibble on the neck or a deep kiss in the middle of the night. For as long as he could remember, he'd never told her what he wanted aloud.
"I know. That's the point. And things between us are going to be just fine. So long as you tell me what you want."
He cupped her cheek, glancing from he smear of her eyeliner to the faint pink outline of what had once been her bright red lipstick.
"I want to watch you undress and then I want to take a shower with you and wash all of this off of us."
She nodded, and the expectant flutter of her eyelashes let him know he was expected to continue.
"I want to put soap in my hands, lather it up, and then wash every part of your body. Then I want you to do the same for me. And...and I want you to get on your knees and..."
She nodded again. Continue.
"I want you to suck my cock. I want to pull your hair while you lick me and then when I'm about to come, I want to push you against the wall and fuck you while the shower sprays over us."
This time when he finished speaking, she didn't nod. Instead, she dropped her robe to the floor, pulled her dress over her head, and then walked into the bedroom, her ass swaying with every move.
When she got to the doorway, she turned to face him, then reached behind her and let her bra fall to the ground. "Well, what are you waiting for? You've read my list. Let's start in on yours."
----
T he shower steamed the room in a matter of minutes, and when she stepped into the spray, she did feel oddly renewed. With the droplet dripping down her body, she lay in wait for her husband to push aside the shower curtain and join her.
And luckily, she didn't have to wait long.
Jax stepped into the little space quickly and quiet, but the second she saw him, it felt like his presence had consumed the place entirely. His hungry gaze made her feel breathless and overcome with raw, insistent need.
This was the way it was supposed to be.
Staring each other in the face, telling each other their hopes and desires and passions. Even listening to him had made her so wet that she couldn't wait to strip off her clothes and drop to her knees. With any luck, this would only be the first of many, many similar experiences.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He took the bottle od body wash in his hand, then stared, waiting for her answer as he rubbed his strong, rough hands together.
She nodded.
This was their new beginning.
All they had to do was start. Slowly, he stepped toward her and then his warm hands were on her, smoothing the space
He nodded, leaning closer to the edge of his seat.
"I would have read it." She nodded. "If I'm being completely honest with myself, I know that I would have done that. But I would have told you."
The clock ticked on the wall, and still he waited, listening to the second hand twitch. He knew he should apologize and yet, at the same time, he knew that now was not his time to speak.
"I think I understand why you didn't. Or, at least, I think I can appreciate where you were coming from. And I do have to credit you with trying to make me happy, even if you went about it the wrong way."
She got up, then joined him on the sofa, taking his hand in hers so gently that he could hardly believe it. "The thing is, I should have told you that stuff. We should already know these things about each other. Do we have trouble talking about sex?"
"Not when we're--"
"No, not when we're having sex. But in general. Can you tell me what you want?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me. Tell me right now."
"I want you to forgive me." He said.
"No, I mean, if you could pick anything on your list to tell to ask for, what would it be? I want you to look me in the eye and be honest about what you want."
"Dana, this is a little..." He didn't know what. It just wasn't the way they did it. Or, at least, it never had been.
Before the list, sex had been reserved for their private moments. It was something that had never been spoken, but was asked for with a nibble on the neck or a deep kiss in the middle of the night. For as long as he could remember, he'd never told her what he wanted aloud.
"I know. That's the point. And things between us are going to be just fine. So long as you tell me what you want."
He cupped her cheek, glancing from he smear of her eyeliner to the faint pink outline of what had once been her bright red lipstick.
"I want to watch you undress and then I want to take a shower with you and wash all of this off of us."
She nodded, and the expectant flutter of her eyelashes let him know he was expected to continue.
"I want to put soap in my hands, lather it up, and then wash every part of your body. Then I want you to do the same for me. And...and I want you to get on your knees and..."
She nodded again. Continue.
"I want you to suck my cock. I want to pull your hair while you lick me and then when I'm about to come, I want to push you against the wall and fuck you while the shower sprays over us."
This time when he finished speaking, she didn't nod. Instead, she dropped her robe to the floor, pulled her dress over her head, and then walked into the bedroom, her ass swaying with every move.
When she got to the doorway, she turned to face him, then reached behind her and let her bra fall to the ground. "Well, what are you waiting for? You've read my list. Let's start in on yours."
----
T he shower steamed the room in a matter of minutes, and when she stepped into the spray, she did feel oddly renewed. With the droplet dripping down her body, she lay in wait for her husband to push aside the shower curtain and join her.
And luckily, she didn't have to wait long.
Jax stepped into the little space quickly and quiet, but the second she saw him, it felt like his presence had consumed the place entirely. His hungry gaze made her feel breathless and overcome with raw, insistent need.
This was the way it was supposed to be.
Staring each other in the face, telling each other their hopes and desires and passions. Even listening to him had made her so wet that she couldn't wait to strip off her clothes and drop to her knees. With any luck, this would only be the first of many, many similar experiences.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He took the bottle od body wash in his hand, then stared, waiting for her answer as he rubbed his strong, rough hands together.
She nodded.
This was their new beginning.
All they had to do was start. Slowly, he stepped toward her and then his warm hands were on her, smoothing the space
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