“What’s wrong with you?” I ask Kyle when I come home the next weekend. He’s limping and groaning like an old man.

“It’s that bloody Florian. You’ll see tomorrow. He knows how to work a man hard.”

“Not too hard I hope. I have plans for you!”

“Thank goodness for that. I’ve been waiting for you. Although to be fair, Florian has done a great job of making a man ache in places he shouldn’t. I’m not sure how nimble I’ll be.”

“I thought the whole point of this was to improve your agility?”

“It is! Look at me. I creak like a washed-up athlete.”

“Well, you don’t look like one.” I approach him from behind, wrap my arms around his waist while he stirs the pot of pasta bubbling on the stove top.

“I see today is a carb day then. Gotta support all that cardio you’re getting.”

He stops stirring knowing that I’m no longer talking about his gym routine and turns his cheek toward me, leaning into my face so we’re touching. “I could turn this off...”

“Sounds like a great idea.” The words haven’t even left my lips before he’s cut them off with his mouth.

“Not here though, I want to go to my own bed. I’ve missed it.”

“Go and get a shower, I’ll sort this out and come and join you.” Kyle turns back to his pot.

The powerful jets force the stresses of the week down the drain while invigorating my skin and I just stand, eyes closed, enjoying the rejuvenation.

I don’t hear Kyle enter, but when I open my eyes and run my fingers through my dripping hair, he’s standing on the other side of the door, naked. His hand is at his crotch, which is showing its appreciation for me. Being tired, the shower was more relaxing than sexually stimulating. Until the sight of my naked husband, pleasuring himself at the sight of me, is enough to stand me to attention quick sharp.

“Come in.” I beckon to him, opening the glass door.

“I was enjoying watching you. This living apart thing could be good. I forget just how stunning you are. It’s nice to be reminded.” He tugs his hand again, moving slowly but steps over the threshold to join me under the waterfall shower which is big enough to rain down on us both.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” His eyes are ablaze as he slams me against the wall, pressing his bulk full on against me. His fingers lace through mine and pin both my arms above my head as his mouth takes what is his. Our teeth gnash together as he pumps his hips into me. I force myself against him, the pleasure of his touch shooting waves of passion to my every extremity.

He releases one hand snatching it down and taking hold of where I’ve been craving all week. The soap lathers under his palm as his firm grip slides me to the precipice of elation.

“Not so quick, mister,” he says into my mouth before nipping my bottom lip between his teeth. The pain distracts my pleasure sensors allowing the explosion which had been building to calm and a tortured groan escapes my throat.

He begins again, tunneling my hard length through his palm. The wave soars, like a tsunami. It threatens to overshadow everything in its wake. “Stop!” I pant through a rush of air.

Our eyes lock. We hold our gaze as we move closer together, both our lengths meet as tiny shocks ricochet to curl my toes. Our fingers intertwine, becoming one piston of pleasure.

“I want to take you. Now.” Kyle’s deep voice moans and I look at the pools of passion in his eyes. Without speaking, I turn, face the wall and plant both hands above my head, but this time for support from the battering he’s about to bestow.

As Kyle kneels behind me, I spread my legs wide enough to allow him the access he needs. He wraps one hand around my front while the other follows the trail of water flowing down the channel of my butt. He places the pad of his thumb against my tense muscles and I instantly expand, longing to feel him probe. “I need to be filled,” I moan.

He sends in one finger, and then another, swirling across a succession of nerves at my center. I cry out as my body melts, catching myself against the wall as my knees buckle.

“Another,” I beg.

Kyle’s knuckles burn as they force me open. I swear I'll pass out before he adds an extra finger if he carries on teasing me like this.

“I can’t wait any longer.” His voice comes out strangled by the tension and despite myself, I get a kick in the pit of my stomach that he's as turned on in the moment as I am. Forcing his hand, I press back toward him as he stands, jutting out my butt, half bending to allow him to take everything he needs.

As he enters, we both let out a gasp at the delicious burn that accompanies his thrust. Stars flicker in front of my eyes, my head swims and I’m aware of nothing other than Kyle reclaiming his ownership of his husband whose attention has been side-lined.