“Woman, you’ve got curves that would tempt the angels themselves,” I told her as I ran my thumb under the elastic of her panties. She’d shrieked when I’d grabbed her but, dressed in only panties and a tank top, I didn’t think she’d be too mad about the wet clothes. She moaned slightly as I gently grazed her clit, and my cock grew even harder beneath her.

“Baby, flattery really does get you everywhere,” she replied breathlessly.

Jesus, I was a lucky man. Some men marry young and quickly regret their decision even faster. What was that saying again, “marry in haste, repent at leisure”? Most men don’t know what the fuck they’re doing but I did. I may not be a smart man, but it didn’t take a fancy degree to understand that marrying Em was the best thing I’d ever done. She was strong, smart, sexy, and funny. The most intelligent woman I’ve ever met. There hasn’t been a single moment since the day I met her where I’ve waivered in my belief that she was the woman for me. Convincing her that I was the man for her had been another matter.

“We have to get out,” she whispered, “If we get any more water on the floor, it’s going to leak through to the flat below.”

“Fuck the guy downstairs. He’s a dick who plays music far too fucking loud. With a bit of luck, the leak will fry the stereo equipment and the whole building will love us.” She giggled until I touched my lips to hers. With kissing and coaxing, she opened her mouth slightly as she brushed her tongue against mine. Darts of pleasure went straight to my dick which was practically impaling her.

Getting her into the bath was one thing, getting her underwear off was another. Soaking wet, they weren’t coming off easily and there was only one thing for it.

“Don’t even think about it, O’Connell,” she warned me, with the wagging finger and everything. Grinning playfully, I nipped the finger gently between my teeth, then sucked on the end to salve the skin.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I retorted, looking like the cat that got the cream.

“We can’t afford to rip off underwear every five minutes and replace it with expensive lingerie. Besides, I bought these panties in a six-pack with my first-ever wage packet from Daisy’s. They have sentimental value.” Maneuvering herself carefully, she somehow found a small space in the tub to place her feet and stood. Her crotch was perfectly positioned in line with my face, and the green-, purple-, and pink-striped panties suddenly became my new favorites.

Looking at me seductively, she bit her lip, hooked her thumbs inside her underwear, and peeled them down achingly, painfully slowly. Unhooking them from around her feet, I threw them into the sink just as she reached up to peel away her top. A pair of pale, perfectly formed, and glorious tits fell loose, and my willpower to resist them evaporated. Cupping both tits between my hands, I sucked and teased them until Em cried out in ecstasy. Dropping suddenly to her knees, she repositioned my cock and sank down on it, almost effortlessly.

“Jesus, baby,” I cautioned as I held on to her hips to steady her. I fucking loved that she was as ferocious as I was when it came to making love. I was possessive, bossy, and probably annoying most of the time, but in bed, she fucking owned me. Who was I kidding? She was the love of my life. She always fucking owned me.

Leaning forward, she captured my bottom lip between her teeth, drawing me in for a kiss. Moving to lean back against the tub, I looked up at her blissful expression, and I hardened even more inside her. She’d found a slow, steady rhythm that was making me crazy, and I watched a bead of perspiration roll slowly down her chest until I captured it with my thumb, massaging it into her nipple. Lifting her slightly, I pistoned my hips against hers, making her cry out.

“O’Connell, I’m so close,” she whispered. My own orgasm was clawing down on me like a hungry animal, willing me to set it free. I held it back, wanting Em to come first and take me with her. With one hand, I rubbed small circles over her clit, and with the other hand, I did the same to her nipple. The combination had her clenching and tightening around me until she screamed my name and milked my cock, hard. I came at the sight of her, back arched in ecstasy and hair cascading down behind her. This woman was mine, and I’d never felt more fucking possessive than when my cock was buried deep inside of her, staking my claim and making her a part of me. Making me feel like a fucking lion.

“I can’t believe that was the last time we get to do that for months,” Em said.

“Last time, what do you mean?”

“Isn’t this the last night before the sex ban is imposed?” she asked.

“Uh-huh, last night. Not last time.” I answered. “It’s only eight o’clock,” I reasoned. “We have until midnight before the sex bans starts and I’m about sixty seconds from going at it again.” On cue, I hardened inside her again, and I wasn’t anywhere near done by the time the Chinese takeaway arrived. Donning some jeans so that I didn’t scare the delivery guy, I shoved the money at him, left the food in the kitchenette, and joined a damp Em in bed with a running jump.

“Again?” she asked with a laugh. “Until the clock strikes twelve, baby,” I answered with a kiss.

* * *

The breeze blew in through the window, caressing us both, and it wouldn’t be long before autumn became winter. I lay with my head in Em’s lap as she ran her fingers lazily through my hair.

“I could stay like this forever,” I told her.

“I wish we could, but your favorite alarm is on his way over.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Tommy. He’s coming over to talk to me about something,” Em told me.

“That sounds interesting,” I said, trying not to sound pissed that he was about to shatter my peace. Maybe it was for the best. I had to be at the gym soon and having Em all soft and warm in my arms wasn’t exactly motivating me to get up. We moved around each other to brush our teeth, sneaking little kisses as we went. By the time Tommy arrived, I was dressed in my training gear and ready to go. I let Tommy in as I was making a quick breakfast of porridge. Without asking, I fixed him a bowl as well, knowing he’d only be poking around the kitchen looking for food otherwise.

“Thanks, Con,” he said. He looked serious, which was kind of worrying in itself. Tommy was never serious. We watched the news in silence as we ate.