The Pastor's Partner

Chapter 2

Ellie's head snapped in the direction of the door as her hands pushed against the tub to push her upright.  Chris popped his head around the corner and flashed his handsome grin. "Are you getting some alone time?" he asked her with nothing but concern in his voice.

"Yes, but I am about to get out." She replied and hoped he picked up on her seductive tone.

"Ok, I'll let you enjoy being alone. I am going to go to my study and start deciding what my sermon will be about this Sunday." He obviously did not get the hint that she would welcome some alone time with him. He closed the door again and was gone just as quickly.

Ellie tried to settle back down in the water that was now lukewarm, She began to rub her sensitive thighs, dropping her fingers lower and lower. But she couldn't turn her brain off. She couldn't focus on her pleasure and the tension in her legs. She could only think about her husband in the next room and how she would much rather have his hands gripping her butt, and his hard c**k teasing her opening instead of her cold, shriveled fingers.

Frustrated and annoyed, she got out of the tub and began to towle off the water droplets from her body. She grabbed her pink, silky robe and wrapped herself in it. Maybe she could still entice him to have a s*x session so she wasn't going to put on pajamas quiet yet. She pulled the tie around her waist tight and made her way out of the bathroom into their bedroom.  She lit a candle on her nightstand, turned down the sheets, and sprayed a light vanilla scent into the air. Now, she thought, he might get the hint. She went to look for her husband.

Ellie heard the furious typing of a man at work as she peeked into his study. She sauntered over to him and slowly rubbed his shoulders and neck. His muscular shoulders had always been a huge turn on for her. She loved to look at his arms as he flexed, and she longed to rub her hands over them. She could feel herself getting wet as she stepped behind him and ran her hands over his arms. She felt him flexing just for her and she leaned down to kiss his neck.

Before she could deepen the nibble in the soft spot of his neck, Chris stopped typing and swiveled his chair around, "Feeling relaxed?" he asked her.  

"No, actually. I feel more frustrated." she said. And then she leaned down eye level and whispered "Sexually frustrated" and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. She ran her tongue over his lips and a moan escaped her. She tried to deepen the kiss and grabbed the back of his head, holding him in the kiss.

He leaned back and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I can help with that. Just give me 15 minutes to finish here and I'll meet you in the bedroom." He replied, unable to hide the boyish excitement in his voice. He leaned in to kiss her once more. She lingered, hoping it would be another deep, passionate kiss filled with longing. But it was a quick kiss and then he turned back to the computer screen.

Ellie made her way to the bedroom and briefly thought about putting on lingerie. Chris used to love the ways she would dress up for him- lacey, racy, costumes- it didn't matter. Dressing up had always made his eyes burn with lust. Lately, the lingerie had simply been another thing to take off. She quickly decided against dressing up tonight and instead crawled into bed and pulled off her robe. She arranged herself on the pillows hoping to look seductive. 

An Hour later....

Ellie felt a soft kiss on her forehead and heard a quiet apology "Sorry Sweetheart, I got caught on a call. I love you." She knew he was going to the closet to change and she didn't have the energy to wake up and begin the s****l encounter she had desired just an hour ago. Tonight was one of those time she will pick her battles so she pulled on a t shirt to sleep in, rolled over, and decided to try again tomorrow. 

Chris POV

Chris eased into bed and scooted toward Ellie. He loved to watch her sleep, although it seemed he got to do a lot of that lately. He wanted to wake her with a rough kiss, grab her and pull her on top of him so she could feel the heat from his c**k. He wanted her to know how hard she made him. He wanted her to know the blood rushing in his body was because of her. He wanted her to know she still made his heart race, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he would want her forever.

But for tonight he would put a soft kiss on her forehead and let her sleep. She worked so hard every day- cleaning, taking care of their daughter, taking care of him, and volunteering at the church.  He didn't have the heart to wake her for his own selfish, s****l desires.

He leaned in to kiss her temple and wondered how he was so lucky that he had actually married a saint. Suddenly, his fingers brushed against her bare backside. He lifted the covers to reveal she had pulled on a t-shirt and nothing else. Groaning, he rolled back over knowing it would be hard to fall asleep with his wife's hot body half naked next to him in bed.  If he had not just put on pajamas, he might have opted to take a cold shower. Instead, he rolled over and looked at the clock- almost 11pm. He had an early morning so he forced himself to think about baseball and in a few quick minutes, he was asleep.