Page 99 of Road to Absolution

Up on his hands and knees again, one hand took a hold of his throbbing erection while he balanced between my legs, gently rubbing it against my clit.

Bucking in record time, I gripped the bedding under me. “This is torture. I want you inside.”

With every swipe, he hissed. “Agony. I’m dying.”

He started rubbing harder, faster, rocking me right over the edge. I was so aroused, it only took seconds for the orgasm to rip through me.

Barely coming down off my high, I grinned. “Maverick, I want to watch you masturbate and come on my stomach.”

Still hovering over me, he grunted, “The things you say to me drive me fucking wild, babe.” He started stroking himself. “Jesus. You are a fucking dream come true.”

Entranced. I was entranced, watching him while he pleasured himself. His strong hands, his fingers that had been inside me countless times, now pulled and slid back along his hefty shaft. Still coming down from my orgasm, I could feel my channel pulsing with this sight. His thumb was sure to rub over his veiny head each time. His dick was thick and so painfully hard, I reached out to touch the glistening tip.

He moaned, “Oh damn, how does just a graze from you make my balls tighten so much?”

I had watched him climax before, but this time it was so personal. Yes, I had been an appetizer, but watching him take himself higher was divine. I hungered for more…

“I can’t wait to see you explode,” I gently smeared his glisten on my stomach, “here.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” His hand picked up speed and his face turned beet red.

Cum pulsed, shooting out and onto me. The heat of it had me moaning myself. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

A burst of air from his mouth had him sighing, his high treating him just right. “Sexiest. Woman. Ever.”

His hand slowed…

He sat back on his legs, appearing sated. “Can I shower with you?”

My heart. This man and what he does to my heart.

One minute, he’s a sex machine. The next, so kind and loving.

So touched, I replied, “I would love that.”

The quiet, peaceful, loving shower was able to wash our bodies… but not our souls. Those had a journey to travel… That was still epically clear while Maverick slept, constantly stirring behind me. His arm over and around my clothed belly, Maverick jerked in distress.

I laid in that bed and prayed. I begged God to help my husband. To end his suffering. These relentless nightmares.

Maverick’s deep, rich voice spoke in his sleep, “No… Breathe, can’t breathe…” He sucked in air as if our room was attached to a vacuum that did not affect me.

Tears dripped to my pillow as he fought a fire I couldn’t see, yet knew he was burning in.

Gasp! Choke, gasp. “No… Need to get out…”

I denied myself a sob.

“Lilah…” Choke. Gasp. “Crazy love… Fuck you, Ref.”

I caressed his arm that was tightening around me. Shhh, baby. You’re safe.

“Beautiful… Lilah… Dance with me…”

I love you, Maverick Hutton.

“Lilah…” Gasp! Gasp! Cough… “Fight for Lilah…”

I cried, God, help me fight with him. I want to be by his side. Even in the… fire.