"Last one naked is a wuss."
Chapter Seven
"A wuss? Ha." Luca grinned, and toed off his race suit. "Last one naked makes the coffee, and doesn't get the crust off the loaf." They both loved the crusts, and had often hidden them from each other.
"Go."
Luca tugged his underwear down and cursed as the legs stuck over his ankles. He wanted to dance and play in the rain naked. To sing and shout and pump the air. He was here, with his one true love and they had talked. Talked and made up, and showed they loved each other. He needed Leigh like flowers needed sunlight and rain.
If it had to be a quickie then fine. It was amazing how hot a quick fumble could be, and he was damned sure it was going to be more than a fumble.
"The door, lock the door," Leigh's voice was a mumble as she pulled her dress over her head.
Luca grinned at the sight, and then forgot to breathe. Her pussy was bare. No hairs. Nothing except gleaming juice-slicked flesh, with those gorgeous pink nether lips showing just enough to make his cock stand out proudly and gather several drops of precum at its tip. He turned and slid the lock tight, and pulled the blinds down. For the first time he noticed Leigh had already covered the windows so no nosy parker could see in.
Leigh dropped her dress and looked him up and down. "Damn I lost, but it's worth it to see you like this. May I?" She didn't wait for an answer before she took the couple of feet that separated them, and once more sunk to her knees.
This time her hands feathered over his naked skin. Luca forgot to breathe as she traced circles on his skin, and then wrinkled her nose.
"Luca my love, I'm sad to say, you smell."
Luca laughed. "So I do. That's easily remedied." He put his hands under Leigh's arms, swung her into his arms and walked toward the rear of the vehicle. He blessed the fact that one of the amenities that had drawn him to this particular motor home was the oversized shower. They'd used it many times before. It looked like it was replay time.
But better.
"Open the door, cara." He twisted so Leigh could reach the handle and allow them into the wet room. She obliged and then leaned to one side to turn on the tap.
Warm water gushed over them, sliding down their bodies and leaving trails of clean flesh on Luca's chest. He set Leigh on her feet and picked up a bar of soap. What impulse had made him put out soap instead of shower gel he had no idea, but he was oh so pleased he had.
Carefully he stroked the bar of soap over Leigh's body. Between her breasts, across her tummy and then between her legs. She gasped, swayed and gripped his shoulders.
"Give me that, please. Oh lordy I want you in me now."
He handed the soap over and spread his arms as wide as he could. "Take me. I'm yours, cara."
Leigh swirled the soap over him in record time. It seemed she was as impatient as him.
Oh yes.
"Yes." That one word made his heart speed up. "And I'm yours. So can we do our reaffirmation thingy and make love? Please? Or I'll be screaming, yes, yes, and our guests will be giving me marks out of ten for artistic effort."
Luca needed no more bidding. He ignored the water that plastered his hair to his skull and made Leigh looked like a red haired water nymph, and grabbed his wife around her waist.
"Come down on me."
She knew what he meant, and took his cock to guide him into her channel.
As he sank deeper, and her muscles pulled him in and held him tight, Luca wanted to sing. Or cry. Or both.
He did neither; instead he nipped her ear and blew into it.
"My love." He began to move.
Leigh met him and matched him thrust for thrust.
Damn it, he wouldn't last long. Those barren months made him hungry for her. He needed to come and fill her.
Fill her? Fuck it to hell.
"Cara we can't." He stopped moving. "No condom."
"We can, we are and I am." Leigh had her eyes closed and her head flung back. Her breath came in tiny pants and her skin was a gorgeous rosy color.
Luca held onto his sanity by a thread. "You're not protected. As shit, I'm clean but it's not fair to you. We can't."
"We can, if you don't mind babies; I don't. I want your ba… oh shit coming now, and sod the condom. We don't need one, do we?"
Leigh moved on him, and opened her eyes. "Do we?"
He shook his head. "Not at all and we need to practice to make babies. Lots, and lots and…" He moved faster as his cock filled her, pulled out and filled her again.
Leigh screamed and shook, just as Luca's climax sped through him. He thrust once more and held Leigh tight. Luca hoped to hell his legs didn't fold.
By the time his breath had slowed from race speed to normal, the water was only lukewarm.
Luca switched it off, and very carefully, withdrew his half hard cock from inside Leigh.
She moaned, muttered something, and stated to sway and sag toward the floor.
Luca held her tight to him with one hand and snagged a towel from the rack above them. He wrapped it around Leigh, picked her up and walked into the bedroom, to sit her on the bed.
"Okay?"
"Very okay." Leigh let the towel slip as she stretched her arms upward and shook her head. Droplets of water danced in the dim light, and splattered the silk bedspread. "Are you?"
Luca bent his head and kissed her. She tasted of mint. "Very okay." He repeated her words and Leigh grinned.
"Seriously, Luca. I was so up myself, and a real untrusting prig. You see I think, deep down I couldn't believe someone like you really wanted me. So when all that lying shit came out, I thought well, I'd been right all along. I'm sorry, you don't know how s…sorry." She sobbed and put her hands over her eyes.
"Hey." He removed her hands and held them tight. "Enough. It's over. But I'll say this. Since the day I met you there was never anyone else. Never ever, not even after the day I saw you. The day I wandered into a hairdresser's salon and asked for a trim. That was it. I saw this long haired gorgeous blonde and thought, she's mine. For ever. I went back to the hotel I was stopping in and told the lady with me it was over. Cruel but even then I knew if I was with anyone else except you, I would be unfaithful. I was not going to do that."
"Wow," Leigh sounded shaken. "And now you have a short haired redhead. What if I hadn't said yes I'd go out with you?"
"I would have nagged until you did. Even then, I knew. Red, blue, green hair? No matter. You are my life. It's been a dark few months, cara."
"Not any more," Leigh said quietly. "I've learned my lesson. It can only make us stronger."
Luca nodded, and nipped one rosy nipple. Leigh squealed. "Ouch."
"That was a reminder. Strong or not, you lost the bet. So go make the coffee woman, and remember the crusts are mine."
She giggled. "Well you'll need to keep your strength up. Crusts do that, and lets face it, practicing making babies is hard work .Fun but hard." She patted his now flaccid cock. It did its best to respond, and Leigh stroked it from tip to balls.
"It's gonna be fun, getting your strength up. When shall we start?"
There was a knock on the motor home door.
Luca rolled his eyes.
"Later."
The End
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