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  All too soon, I'm feeling that familiar and desperate urge for release. My balls are burning, ready to burst. Not going to stop it this time. I need to mark her; I need to come deep inside her womb. The fact that we may be creating a baby by coming together like this, I can’t express how it makes me feel. My chest expands; my head gets a little fuzzy.

  "Allie, baby, I'm coming!" My body stiffens, feeling her convulsions around my cock. I pull her closer wrapping my arms tightly around her. Our lips come together in a heated crush.

  Volumes of emotions are shared with that kiss.

  As the sensations subside, I look into her eyes, brushing her hair aside. "So you never did tell me how your day was. Did you do anything interesting?"

  Journal Entry, June 23rd, 2010

  After Run Shower

  God, I love a hot shower after a run. It relaxes the muscles and sooths all the aches and pains from the grueling pace I set for myself, and that particular morning I had ran faster than my usual. I don’t know why really, I had just felt a spring in my step and went with it.

  Afterwards, I stepped into the shower stall and set the water to damn near scorching, thrusting my head under the water. For a while I just stood there enjoying the steamy spray running down my back, making me feel more and more human and less like I had been in a fight.

  Grabbing my shampoo and squeeze out small amount, working it into a thick lather in my hair. I can’t help but remember the way it feels when Allie washes my hair for me, I love the feel of her nails against my scalp. I guess why that’s why I didn’t feel the draft of the shower door opening, too caught up in visions of my wife. Then I felt her arms around my waist, her generous curves pressed against my back. It’s impossible not lean back and rub against those full, generous breasts. They feel so damn good against my skin. The touch of soft, sensual lips against my neck sent my already stiffening erection into a full blown hard on. Damn, she had the ability to send him into overdrive with nothing more than a simple kiss, and he loved it.

  “How was your run, Michie?” Allie purred into my ear, never missing an opportunity to take a nibble on my lobe a little. The use of our private nickname for me let me know my baby was in the mood to play, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I leaned back, letting her know I was all hers to do with as she pleased. Whatever she decided to do would damn sure please me too. I can’t help but groan as her little hands work up my body, her fingers kneading the muscles of my chest. She has such adorable tiny hands; I am frankly amazed by their firmness. Sometimes I tend to forget my baby is not as fragile as she may appear. I couldn’t care less about the shampoo running down my face, my eyes are closed anyway. “She weren’t out that long how far did you go?”

  Gradually her hands work her way up to my head, digging her nails into my scalp. I groan a little, letting the knotted tension in my body seep away. Sometimes I swear having Allie wash my hair is just a soothing as full body massage. After she tipped my head back gently to rinse my hair, I turned to her, allowing her to gently wash all traces of soap from my face.

  “About two, maybe two and a half miles…not too far” I wiped splashes of water from her face and I looked down into the prettiest brown eyes God ever created . God, I love this woman so much, I thought to myself as I do often. She tends to hit me if I say it out loud too much- go figure- though it does bring a striking deep russet flush to her cheeks. ”She know she could have come with me.”

  I was teasing of course Allie loves to state she doesn’t run unless dogs are chasing her.

  Tried to challenge that once with different scenarios that should scare most woe, like oversized crazed stalkers. She calmly pointed out that she knew how to shoot, cut or maim any idiot stupid enough to tangle with her, something which I am all too terrified she was completely serious about. I asked why run from a dog then, and she looked at me like I had just lost my mind.

  “You can kill a violent fool for being a violent fool, but you can’t very well kill a dog for being a dog. That has to be sacrilegious or something, you know what I mean?”

  I didn’t, still don’t, but there is no way in hell I am asking her to explain.

  Catching her “Did you lose your mind look? ” made me chuckle out loud. She has such an expressive face, I sometimes I can’t wait to see her reaction to the most mundane things.

  “Look, goofy I’m the one up at 4:30 to go to boot camp work out…Mr. I-want-to-sleepin.” Despite what I term as Allie’s best stern tone, she stood up on her tippy toes and gave me the most incredibly passionate kiss. The kind where she wraps her arms around my neck, bringing my face down to her level, nipping at my bottom lip before diving back in for more.

  She throws her all into her kisses, holding nothing back from me. My hands unconsciously tightened around her, one cupping her generous ass and the other twining in her hair and forcing her head back. She loved this, as I well knew, moaning into my mouth before breaking the kiss with the cutest little pant. “Besides I don’t want to overdo it. Might not have enough energy for you, old man.”

  She winked naughtily as her hand slid down my body. Allie is a very affectionate woman, loving to touch and tease. I remembered a time when I was naive enough to believe men didn’t need things like hugs, kisses, or a lingering caress from a lover. I have to shake my head at young asshole types who don’t know the comfort that simple contact can bring. Doesn’t have to be sexual either; just an embrace full of caring. I never knew how lonely I had been until Allie. I prayed that very minute I never would feel that again. I gathered her close as I closed my eyes, letting all the sensations I was feeling to wash over me; love, definitively and always, lust without a doubt, and gratefulness, because I am so damn grateful to have her in my life.

  Yeah, she does all that to me.

  “Besides, did you forget we are having people over to watch the UFC pay per view tonight?” Allie purred against my wet skin as she reached down and cupped my balls. She rolled them lightly enjoying the feminine power she has over me I am sure. I had thought I was hard before, but it was nothing like raging erection she so effortlessly inspired. Thoughts of a spanking flew pleasantly through my mind. My dick liked the thought a little too much because it started to leak. I discounted the spanking and considered the restraints. Those drove her crazy; she hated it when she couldn’t touch me back.

  I shook my head. The last thing that had been on my mind was the guests that would arrive later that night. Besides, that was going to happen much, much later. At that time, my only focus was making my wife come so hard so many times that she couldn’t walk straight. I so loved doing that. And then I planned on making love to her. But only after I drove her a little bit crazy. At least, that had been my plan.

  “No, I didn’t forget. I just wanted to get my run in and maybe if my wife was around and in the mood, I thought maybe we could make love before tonight’s festivities.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, which caused an expected eye roll.

  “Well, your wife is here, helping you shower which definitely gets me in the mood, but…” She reached up and took my chin in her hand. “You need to shave. I’m not going to let you near this soft and delicate skin with that beard.”

  Allie does have the softest skin, all smooth and warm. It amazed me how supple it was even wet as I caress her. Just couldn’t stop. I have no clue how women do their whole routine or whatever, although I do enjoy watching Allie’s hour and half long bath routine from time to time. How she has the patience to do all the crap she does I just don’t know. And how do women know to do all that crap in the first place. Back in the shower at that moment I was just delighted she did because she felt so damned good.

  She smiled sweetly, which usually meant trouble of some kind and turned from me; teasing me the hell out of me by pushing her backside out so that I couldn’t help but notice the very, very, oh so generous globes of her ass. Uncouth maybe to talk about my wife’s behind, but man do I love that butt. So round and squeezably perfect. I made a brilliant attemp
t at pretending nonchalance-okay I was drooling like an idiot while reaching for the razor and the shaving cream I keep on the shower shelf. I missed the shelf a couple of times before grasping the items I was looking for. But really that hadn’t been my fault; she was wiggling her butt at me. Just like a cobra caught in the grips of an expert snake charmer I was completely mesmerized.

  Some like to pretend that women don’t fascinate them. Bullshit. The right woman can downright confound a man. Not with stupidity, not by being whipped, but just captivating their real mate. I don’t pretend to understand everything about my wife, but I know I want to learn. I damn sure don’t agree with Allie all the time, but I will admit I adore her and I don’t care who knows it. I will punch the first ass wipe in the face who calls me a wimp for it, then go right back to being all mesmerized. Hey, I am a grown man, I can do that.

  Trying to snap out of the stupor I allowed myself to be drawn into, I started busying myself with working up a thick lather over my beard. Covertly, I was watching Allie select the scent of the soap she would use for the day. She has matching bath gel, lotion and body spray.

  The point escapes me, but she always smells good so I don’t really care to know the point.

  Thankfully Allie had braids at that point. She likes to change her hair, but if they weren’t in braids, she would be all hidden under a shower cap and there would be no way in hell she would be in a playful mood. Not getting the hair wet while not in braids is a lesson firmly ingrained in my head. She told me why once, something about hair textures or….? Hell, I have no clue. Yes dear is an answer that will get another eye roll, but you won’t get in trouble.

  Just as I was about the run the razor over my cheeks she stopped me. “Lewis, let me do it. Please?” She doesn’t do that annoying wheedling voice thing; I fucking cannot stand it when I hear someone doing that. Her voice actually drops when she says please, getting a little husky, yet she is forthright and looks me dead in the eye. It’s sexy as hell.

  I handed her the razor, a little worried. This isn’t the first time she’d shaved various parts of me, but this is the first time she’d shaved my face. I may explain in a later journal entry, then again, maybe not. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my baby girl, it was just, well, she was not always the most coordinated of people. Lord, love her, Allie was something of a klutz at times.

  “Relax, I won’t cut you.” She threw an impish smile my way, I guess to calm me. It didn’t have the affect she had been after. “But just in case, what is your blood type?”

  I swallowed, hard, making my Adam’s apple bob a little.

  She laughed at me, not the first time, and not the last. “I shave myself daily. Come on, I am an expert.”

  I was proud of myself for not mentioning the various nicks from time to time, although the temptation was killing me. The thoughts unfortunately ran through my mind as she began. I managed not to tremor (men do NOT tremor while their wives shave them) as I felt the razor glide down my cheek; one smooth and slow stroke. Not so bad at all. She had turned out to be a hell of a lot more gentle than I ever was on my own face. I relaxed, bending down a little; Allie’s a short little thing. Adorable too, which was why I took the opportunity to tweak those impudent little nipples of hers. They had been staring up at me the entire time, teasing me really. I loved the way they got even harder, stretching out as if begging for more. So I pinched down, rolling them between my fingers.

  “Don’t distract me baby, I don’t want to cut you.” There was a catch in her voice as she said it, letting me know I had affected her very much.

  And just like that, any fear of Allie nicking me while shaving my face fled. It had become much more important to torment her, albeit pleasantly, and watch her fight to concentrate on the task at hand. I allowed my hand to slide down her sides, resting for a moment on her hips as I tried to keep my jaw from moving too much until she finished the stroke. As soon as she reached behind me to rinse out the razor, I allowed my hands to ease backward, cupping her ass and lifting until her center was flush against my cock, which hadn’t even started to soften.

  “Lewis, I can’t finish if you…” I stopped her protest with a long, slow kiss. Our tongues entwined together, our bodies rubbing in desperate need for closer contact. My earlier plans of tying her down were scratched. I loved the way she pulled at me, yanking me closer.

  I finally had to break us apart. Much longer and I would’ve had her up against the shower wall, buried deep inside her. “Hurry up and finish shaving me and I will give you a treat.” I winked at her as I took a step back, still holding on to her hips.

  She looked so damn cute with her eyes all glazed over, shaving cream smeared here and there across her face.

  “You are an ass, Lewis,” Allie grumbled without any real heat.

  “Yeah, I know, but I’m your ass.”

  I managed to remain quiet and still while she finished shaving me, although I never took my hands from her hips. All in all she had done a pretty good job; hardly any blood was spilt even if I did have a nick or two. As soon as she pronounced she was all done I turned and rinsed my face off.

  She was about to climb out of the stall, but I wrapped my arms around her, spinning her around and pushing her against the wall as I had envisioned earlier, right under the spray of hot water. Grasping her ass, I lifted, poised throbbing and ready at her entrance.

  “Lewis, you are getting my hair wet!”

  I had to smirk at that one. We both knew she could give a damn about wet hair when she had braids

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I murmured against the soft skin of her neck, at the same time thrusting hard and fast inside her steamy, snug pussy.

  I loved the sound of Allie’s grasp as she yanked at my hair. Her legs tightened around me, her back arching off the cool tiles as she tried to work her hips to get me to move.

  “Oh, no you don’t, baby girl. Stay still, let me feel you.”

  I pulled her arms up, holding her hands against the shower wall. It was hard to ignore her whimpered protests, but I managed, bending my head to take on succulent nipple into my mouth after another. Allie was the only woman I knew that could actually cum from playing with her nipples. I loved being inside and feeling the tiny spasms against my dick as I took long, steady draws form each puckered peak.

  “Harder, please Lewis?” she panted, her hips squirming against me. I still don’t know how I managed not to move, I did, giving in to the sweet plea I sucked harder, making her moan out her pleasure in the move. “Michie, if you don’t move I swear I will kill you.”

  If I had been able to laugh, I would have. Allie’s head reaches as far as my chest, yet she is forever threatening to do my bodily harm. Not once had she ever actually went through with the threat, but I always enjoyed giving in.

  I thrust hard and fast out, and then in again, catching her gasp with my mouth. Because of the breast torment I had just put her through, she came hard and fast quaking all around me.

  Nothing in world ever felt so fucking good as Allie cumming. She didn’t just do it once, and that was that. She has rolling orgasms, one right after another that make so hard I can’t think straight. It has to be one of my favorite addictions.

  “That’s it baby, do it for me again,” I murmured in encouragement, letting go of her arms and holding her by her hips.

  I wanted to feel her hands in the hair, feel her nails digging into my skin.

  “I can’t.” But the panted words were made a lie by another orgasm, making her body tremble.

  I wanted so much to keep driving into her, but I wanted it to last. Reluctantly, I slid out of her, turned off the water, and gathered her into my arms, stalking into the bedroom.

  “You’re going to get the bed all wet,” Allie smiled at me as I lay her close to the edge.

  Having a wet bed was nowhere near as important as it had been to be inside her again. I didn’t bother wasting time to explain it though.

  “Turn over and spread ‘em,” I ordered
, palming my own erection.

  Her eyes dipped down, her tongue darted out to lick her lips before she complied. That damn near killed me. But as badly as I wanted her mouth on me, I wanted to be inside her more. Next time, I promised myself, positioning her right where I wanted her.

  I didn’t thrust inside the second time. Instead, I took y time, slowly sliding inside while she canted her hips trying to force me in. I had to bite my lip to keep from giving her what she demanded with her body. To show my displeasure I laid a sharp smack on each ass cheek, knowing better but doing it anyway.

  Her pussy instantly got wetter, hotter and even more snug. Although I tried slow, even strokes, there was no way I could keep it up. I pulled her up, spreading her thighs even wider so I could hold her tight as I plunged inside. I hadn’t wanted to cum yet, I never wanted it to be over, but Allie screamed, reached behind our connected bodies and wrapped her arm around my neck. Her fingers dug mercilessly into me as he pussy spasmed wildly against my cock.

  I am sure there are some men out there who could’ve hung on, but I am not one of them.

  I came right along with her with something of a roar. Pressing into her to hard, so close I was almost afraid I was hurting her.

  “Damn, I think I’ve died,” Allie sighed with a dreamy smile in her voice as she melted down on to the bed.

  I wanted to follow suit, but though it best if I cleaned us up a little beforehand. I returned to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet washcloth and gently bathed her mound. I didn’t press further. I wanted my sperm to stay right where is was, deep inside my woman.