You let him get in first, stepping in carefully and leaning back against him.
"I want to play with your hair," he says, tugging at your messy bun.
"Then it'll be wet. There's a reason I do this..."
"But your hair is sexy."
"It'll still be sexy when we get out. You don't think I'm done with you, do you?"
"I seriously hope not," he says, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.
"I'm sure you can come up with something else to do with your hands in here..."
"Are you ready again?" He runs his hands up your inner thighs, brushing his thumbs against you.
"Lindsey, it's been like ten years for me. You're dealing with a lot of sexual frustration, here."
"Challenge accepted," he says, his hands kneading the sensitive flesh between your legs. You spread them even further for him, your hands running idly over your soapy breasts as he plays with you. You sigh happily, letting out a breathy moan that causes his erection to twitch against your backside. You'll take care of that soon. For now, you're going to let him touch you. The frantic pace of before is gone, and you just let the arousal surge through you, tweaking your hard nipples and starting to writhe lazily against his hand. "How does that feel, baby?"
"You're even better at this than I am," you say, and he groans. You feel him react to the image you just gave him and smirk wickedly. "And I have to admit, I'm not half bad."
"Shit, Stevie..." He moans, kissing your shoulder. He shoves two fingers into you with his other hand, causing you to moan a little. He knows you're getting closer and continues to stroke you at an agonizingly slow pace. Eventually, you come for the fourth time that day, shuddering in his arms.
"Mmmmm..." you moan, smiling and satisfied, pulling his arms around you. You turn around on his lap and let him wrap his arms around your waist to keep you balanced. He's brushing against you, but you pretend not to notice. You look at him intently, running your fingers through his curls, enjoying the comfortable silence. He takes one of your palms and kisses it lovingly, bringing another smile from you.
"You have the most gorgeous smile that I have ever seen."
"I like that I've got a reason to smile," you say, and give him a soft kiss. You get out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a towel and hopping up onto the sink to rub lotion on your legs. He's getting out and watching you, and you intentionally rub it up your thighs, knowing you're giving him a bit of a show. His eyes dart between your thighs and you set the bottle down, holding out your hand with the extra lotion. He comes over and stands entirely too close to you, taking your hand between his. He pulls you into a hug, and you run your hands over his back, knocking the towel from his waist to get your hands on his ass. He retaliates and knocks your towel down, taking a moment to admire you. You take your hair out of the bun for him and he smiles, running his fingers through it to smooth it out. He kisses you, his hands resting on your hips. Your hands move to his hips and urge him forward.
He takes your cue and positions himself at your entrance, entering you gently. You bite your lip in concentration, holding his hips as he moves in and out, your legs wrapped around the back of his thighs. You want to be close to him and you pull him against you, your bodies colliding, clenching your fists against his back as he builds a rhythm. As you get closer, you pull your feet up onto the edge of the counter to better position yourself, leaning back, supporting yourself with your arms. He holds your waist, appreciating the view and stroking you, making sure you're on the edge before be comes inside of you. He touches you until you're finished, then pulls you to his body. Your legs swing from the counter as he embraces you again, and you rest your chin on his shoulder, suddenly noticing all the mirrors around you. You close your eyes and pretend not to see yourself, burying your face in his shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
"Let's go somewhere without all these mirrors, okay?"
"Why?"
"I really don't want to be seen from every angle like this," you admit, pulling the towel around you again.
"Oh, stop it." He refuses to move from between your legs, and you start to try to get around him to leave the bathroom.
"I'm serious, Lindsey. I'm not going to keep having sex with you if I feel old and fat, okay?"
"Stevie, look at me." You pause, and he holds your face. "I'm 65 years old and I just had sex three times in one night and I'm about to take you into that bedroom and make love to you again. That's what your body does to me. You are perfect. Hide yourself from the world if you want to, but not from me."
You choke up a little, but refuse to cry. You nod your acceptance and smile at him. "Thank you."
"You are so beautiful," he says, kissing your face and hugging you one more time. "Come to bed, baby."
You hop down and let the towel fall, following him into bed. He keeps his promise and makes love to you one more time. His mouth lingers on your skin as he slides in and out of you slowly, making sure to touch every inch of you. This time, you come together, and he pulls you against him as he rolls to the side. You throw your leg over his hip, not wanting him to pull out of you. "Lindsey, this is okay, right? We're not terrible people?"
"Divorce has been filed. We're legally separated. It's certainly not you that got in the way."
"I noticed you took off your ring while we were in Los Angeles."
"I'm yours, remember?"
"You're mine," you repeat, kissing his neck. You lay there in silence for a while, cuddling and on the edge of sleep. He finally moves, glancing at the clock over your shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"It's only seven in L.A. - I'm going to call Stella," he says, leaving you in the bed alone as he pulls on some pants and goes to find his phone. You listen to his conversation with his youngest, and feel a wave of loss. You should have given him that. Hell, you should have had that. You chastise yourself for making this about you, and wait for him to come back to bed so you can fall asleep. God, you hope she's okay.
"How is she?"
"She sounded happy. Today was a good day, I think."
"No news?"
He shakes his head and kisses you. "You wore me out," he says, laying down and pulling you over to him. "Goodnight."
"I love you," you say, needing to hear it from him one more time before you fall asleep. It still doesn't quite feel real.
"I love you, too," he says, and you actually believe him.
