A rough entry (part 2)

His gasp made my heart sink. It hurts to have the man I love see me in such a state, my pride and dignity stripped, left naked and quivering on our own bed…

In those few moments of silence, I couldn’t help but imagine his disgust, seeing his partner, tied up and degraded as some cheap sex toy. Jason’s cum still leaked from my ass, and the sudden cold breeze reminded me of my own shameful load that coats my crotch. The room still smelled of sex, his sex, and my tears continued again as I’m reminded of how low I have been forced. I can’t bear to speak with Miles, trying to hide my face in the sheets, hoping I just disappear somewhere and can forget this nightmare, instead, I hear him taking more steps toward me, and then his hand against my bindings.

“Come on. I’ll get you out of that and we can clean you up.”

His voice sounds pained, as if choking back frustration, but also tired and anguished. Even his movements seem lethargic, as if he’s in some kind of trance, but they still feel warm. I can feel that caring warmth I’ve always felt from him, caressing my skin as he releases my hands, rubbing the friction burns delicately, as if tending to a wounded animal. My crying dies down to whimpers, as I’m overwhelmed with the silent kindness Miles is giving me, still there beside me even after what has happened.

As the haze of despair slowly lifts, so does my own body, as Miles gently lifts me into his arms, cradling me as he carries me to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry whatever happened has happened, but it doesn’t matter. What does is that you’re okay.”

It’s as if happiness is being driven into my body by force, his words lighting a fire inside of me that replaces the shadows that had clouded my mind as I lay there, naked and bruised. When we enter the bathroom, Miles is able to build the scene of what had happened in his head, and for a moment just stands there in the doorway. I look up at him, his face as if made out of stone, and let out a small whimper as he turns around, walking downstairs and toward our other bathroom.

“I won’t make you go back in there, Leo. Don’t worry, I’m here now and you’re safe with me.”

The next few moments blur through my sudden flow of tears, as if all of the pain I had endured was suddenly being allowed to come out, the floodgates having been opened. It was an incredibly, but also painful experience, the tension releasing from my heart, but the anguish of what had just happened replayed in my head. As if noticing my sudden turn of emotion, Miles leans down and adjusts himself so I can step out of his arms and onto the floor. I take his silent guidance, stepping out of his embrace and staggering for a moment before placing a hand against the sink, holding myself up. When he’s sure I’m able to support myself, even giving him a forced smile to assure him, he steps back and turns on the shower, adjusting the water until it’s the right temperature, and steam starts to fill the room.
Once he seems satisfied with the water, Miles walks back over to me, this time leaning down and slinging one of my arms around his shoulder, supporting my weight as he guides me. When the warm water hits me, I flinch back, but continue in, feeling my aches soothe under the heat, my body relaxing gradually. Miles sees me leaning against the tiled wall of the shower, a blank expression on my face, but he can tell that my worries are starting to wash away with the water. Leaving me there for a moment, he starts running a bath, filling it with our special scented bubble bath as it rises slowly, then strips down to his underwear to join me in the shower.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me in here with you, but I’d like to help you clean so you can enjoy a bath. Is that alright?”

He only steps one foot in with me, hesitant to continue. Without looking, I reach a hand up and hold onto his own, tugging at him to join me. I can still hardly find the strength to speak, but want to make it clear that I need him there, I want him there with me.

I hear a gruff chuckle from him when he realizes he’s wanted, and happily joins me, soaping up his hands and caressing my body gently, almost massaging me rather than cleaning. A few minutes go by, and my senses slowly return to me, the numbness fades and I feel the strength to crane my head up, looking Miles in the eyes to see his caring gaze stare right back at me.

“Jason.. Hurt me…”

I felt the need to say it, just to finally let that feeling go!

The look in Miles’ eyes shifts for just a moment, from caring and understanding, to anger and frustration. Though they quickly turn back after realizing who’s in front of him, and he reaches for the back of my head.

“He’s not here any more… I am…”

He then pulls my head into his chest, embracing me under the hot water, letting me cling to him as he pulls me to my feet. After giving the rest of my body a rinse down with the showerhead, he places it in my hand before leaving me there, tending to the bath that’s almost ready. I understand why he had left me, and I lean against the wall to… clean myself of what Jason had done, what’s left of it that hadn’t already washed away down the drain. It felt relieving to finally be my own person again, not being stained with the painful memory of what had happened, but the pain in my backside reminds me with every movement, even as I try to forget.

The sound of running water into the bathtub ceases, and Miles looks up at me, crouched down in the shower, and beckons me over. I stand up much easier now, turning the faucet and joining him by the tub, the air giving me chills.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy it, I’ll be right outside okay? You just rest easy for a while.”

As Miles turns to leave, I tug at his arm again, avoiding his gaze as the intent of what I ask is clear to me.

“Could you… stay? I want to be near you!”

When he hears my sudden outburst, Miles pulls me in close for a hug, squeezing me as he sighs into my ear, relieved at how far I had come out of my shell over the past few minutes. With that, he silently agrees, stripping down his underwear onto the floor and lifting me up by the waist and into the tub, eliciting a light squeal as the hot water shocks me slightly, as well as the change in height. I stay there, standing in the tub as Miles looks at me, taking a moment before he understands and climbs in as well, laying down in the water and allowing me to sit on his lap, resting my head against his chest.

Several minutes drift by, and Miles doesn’t stop caressing me for a moment, massaging my shoulders, running his fingers through my hair, and even just humming softly by my ear to lull me into a safe mindset. He knows me better than I likely know myself, perfectly putting both my mind and body at ease, but even in this blissful state of relaxing into his masculine figure at my back, the pain between my cheeks still sends a shiver down my spine.

I can’t handle the contrasts between a serene evening with my husband, and the painful memory of Jason.. Hinting at him silently, I adjust myself for my butt to grind against Miles’ crotch. Almost instantly he seems hesitant, placing his hands at my waist to stop me.

“Leo, it’s been a rough day… Are you sure you want something like that?”

I can tell he’s being caring in his own way, but I really need this control taken back into my own hands. I want to feel like I own my body, with no one’s claim on it!

“Yes! Miles, I want you to fuck me, please! I want to ride you in this tub and not have to think about.. him any more!”

Miles is clearly taken aback by my sudden surge of confidence. It wasn’t long ago that I was lost in despair in our bed, but now I’m taking that sense of self-worth back with my husband helping me, no one can take that away from me. Sensing my own resolve, he re-adjusts himself and relaxes in the bath, allowing me to grind him between my cheeks again. I quickly feel him stiffen between them, the waters starting to splash and create little waves as I continue. Once I feel his thick shaft properly, I rise again once more, before allowing myself to slowly slide down it, wincing slightly at the pain, but with a smile on my face as it replaces what came before.

After his tip pushed past my hole, I struggled for a moment in going further, somewhat frightened at the prospect of more pain, flashes of the morning going through my mind. Then I feel that caring embrace on my skin again.

“I’m here with you, Leo. We’ll do this together.”

That sweet oaf…

For a moment, I blink away a few tears from the overwhelming love and care of my husband, then feel his hands gently hold my waist, and move together with him. In a few shallow thrusts, we move past his tip and work our way down his shaft, and I grind into his lap as he lowers me down further. After the two of us move through our giggles and awkward movements, I finally feel him bottom out inside of me, and I give him a celebratory wiggle of my hips as a thank you.

“You know, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day~ Now I get to spend the evening with a little cutie grinding on my lap, in a bath full of bubbles!”

He firmly grasps at my thighs, but a quick drop of my hips into his lap elicits a subtle groan from his lips, reaffirming that I’m the one in control.

“I was looking forward to seeing you too! Now I get to ride this big stud until he can’t walk afterward~”

We laugh together from our little exchange, feeling a bit more daring afterwards, but also more comfortable that we’re both ready to move a bit faster. I can feel his eyes at my back, ensuring that I’m comfortable at every step, and my heart is warmed by the gesture. Although.. I want to look at him, I want to see my husband’s face as I ride him to climax in the bath. With that thought in mind, I rise up from my seat in his lap, giving him a little show as I wiggle myself around to face him, before straddling his lap, taking back my place of bouncing on his cock. Only this time, I get to see his eyes lost in pleasure, and that adorable smile when we lock eyes, and my big oaf of a husband instinctively blushes.

“So Miles.. Ready for the main event?”

My words snap him out of the little trance he was lost in, and responds with a shaky voice.

“Absolutely! Let’s see if it was worth the wait~”

The challenge firmly set in stone, I don’t give him a moment to recover his composure. I ride his cock with a slight desperation, savoring the sensation of having his thick shaft stretch my ass, making me shudder at each thrust. In my throes of pleasure, my body begins spasming as I reach the edge of orgasm, my dick twitching between my legs. I can’t keep up with my intentions, and take a second to recover, at which point Miles glides his hands up to my waist, smirking up at me.

“May I lend a hand?”

God I love his smug little face~

He clearly understands my issue, but judging from how much I can feel his cock twitching inside of me, I can imagine he’s close as well. I nod silently, allowing him to help us both cross that finish line. With his strength, Miles easily lifts me into the air, then pulls me back down into his lap, not even caring for the water splashing out of the bath. We’re both quickly lost into a frenzy, our moans desperate and full of lust, he slams inside of me, lifting me body and bringing me back onto his cock over and over, until finally, my own dick spasms and I lose control completely. My mouth hangs open as my dick shoots its load across Miles’ chest, and I feel his own cum pulse inside of me, making me shiver at the sudden sensation.

In the sudden moment of clarity after the mind-blowing orgasm together, I slump over his chest and nuzzle against his shoulder, realizing just how silly I was to worry, knowing I have a man like him at my side. His panting in my ear tells me just how much he enjoyed it as well, though he has enough strength to lift me up and plant a kiss on my lips, letting me wrap my arms around his back to lose ourselves in passion, making out in the aftermath of our lecherous evening, letting the bubbles soak away our troubles.

After a while passes, we both decide it’s time to finish cleaning up again, and then exit the tub, lest we both turn into raisins! We dry off together, even cleaning up the waterfall we created in our fit of pleasure, and decide to throw the soaking towels into the hamper to worry about later. A few snacks acquired, we slump down onto the sofa in our pajamas, watching whatever happens to be on the TV, focusing more-so on the company we’re watching it in, snuggling in the warmth of one another’s embrace.

“I love you, Leo.”

Even after everything today, my oaf still knows just how to make my heart melt. I turn to face him, shimmying closer to peck him on the cheek before stealing one of his snacks.

“I love you too, Miles.