Sp Amie asked me to post the shower scene so here it is Love.

Desire clenched at his gut, tightened in more urgent regions. And this reaction was from Maddy innocently removing her clothes. Had he had her eyes on him, she would have seen the way his body responded so much to his beautiful wife.

His need was driving him hard, tearing him up from the inside, until there was no logic in his mind, other than to posses her. He wanted to worship every inch of her naked body with his hands and mouth in the way a man was meant to before taking their woman.

Gently placing his heated palms on her hips he walked her back towards the water, she looked up to him as he pushed her backwards into the water. Hissing at the heat he stopped and pulled her out immediately. "Are you-"

"I'm fine, didn't think it would be that hot." He reached out and turned the water on a cooler setting, setting her back in. She shiver and cuddled into his arms, pulling her out once more and turned her around to press her back into his chest.

Letting his hands explore, one rose to her brest, and he felt her heart beat pick up. And the other hand slipped down her wet skin to caress her core. Combing through the black curls and sending electric shocks through her.

She moaned and felt her legs wobble. Had Mark not been holding her, she feared she would have fallen.

"Mark, I don't think this is wi-" She gasped as he gently pinched her nipple.

"Maddy Reynolds." He whispered in her ear, "At this moment I don't want you to think. I want you to feel, Love."

She sighed as he rubbed her again, "Okay." She knew she must have sounded stupid, but to be honest all she could do was feel. She couldn't have stopped if she tried.

"Open your legs," He whispered, his breath hot in her ear." I want to touch you." Nodding she did so and felt a shock of pleasure strike through her. She arched, wanted to feel more of him, and he grunted in response.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he slipped a finger into the moist velvet area between her thighs, inside of her.

Maddy's spine went rigid and the back of her head ground back hard into his musceled shoulder. For a moment he thought he'd hurt her, he constantly had to remind himself that he was built to kill. But she moaned out his name so softly he nearly lost control.

She pulled from him and turned around slowly, almost shyly. Her eyes which had been locked on the tile floor in front of her, slowly rose, examining his body. Her amber orbs lingered on his bruised chest. Not nearly as bad as it had been the night he got it, still made her heart ache to see him hurt.

Her attention strayed over his lean hips, tight stomach, over the broad expanse of his chest, his sinewy arms. And finally his dark blue-grey eyes that burned into her. And made her burn with desire.

She breathed deep, and watched him groan as her breasts pressed into him. He sunk one hand into the wet waves of her hair, and angled her and his and crashed his mouth down onto hers.

Unlike most of their kisses, this one was wild, and hard. And demanding. So unlike him, but at the same time so him.

His free hand dropped to the small of her back, then slowly slid down to her backside. Where he cupped the curve of her bottom and pulled her closer. Grinding her hips against the long, achingly hard length of him.

"Now Mark," She gasped, "Please." Maddy wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him. She felt no fear of her husband as he pressed her back against the cold wall. He was now cupping the back io her thighs and lifted her legs to settle around his waist.

Slowly, he entered her in one stroke. She was hot, wet , aand so tight, Damn it he was losing control.

Never, never ever, hade perfection felt so good as when he was with his wife intimately.

Passion dazed amber met lusty blue, Maddy had lost all train of thought and now relied on mother nature's natural instinct to carry her though this wonderful ecstasy.

Fpor a heart beat neither moved, enjoying the feeling they presented for each other. It soon became impossible to stay still anymore and Mark began thrusting slowly inside her. Long, deep strokes eliciting sighing moans as he filled her each time, but as they continued he started using faster strokes. Trying to relieve the pressure in them both.

Maddy met each of his thrusts with her hips. Her legs tightening to bring him in deeper, arching to get him deeper still.

He filled her, almost withdrew completely , then filled her again. Over and over, this became their rhythm, Slow at first and building into a faster beat. Soon she was breathing raggedly, even as he captured her lips and refused to let them go. Sparks of the most pleasurable sort of fire began to throb at the region where their bodies coupled.

She didn't want this to stop, and she didn't otherwise she would have to relinquish this wonderful, this most wonderful, sinfully good, kiss. And she already felt her ending coming upon her.

Her inner muscles spasm around his long, achingly hard length as hi name left her lips a keening cry.

Ecstasy, white -hot and sharp, beat through her vein and heart, flooded her senses and set her blood on fire. She clung blindly to her husband as she writhed and rode out the insurmountable wave of pleasure so good she wished to every deity she knew that it wouldn't end.

Mark was a mere second behind her, finding his glorious end in her pleasure. He had intened on bring her to another blinding climax, but the moment she cired out his name he knew that he wouldn't hand on long enough to do so.

All he could do was hold her tight as violent spasms of his own completion rocked him.

Panting, they seoperated with maoning loss. And he walked her to the cold water of the shower, turning back to warm and laying her on the floor, the stream hitting her stomach, but leaving her neck and up dry. As she laid there, exhausted and drawing in panting breaths, he retrieved a bar of soap, sat next to her and began washing her.

His movements were shaky, after all he had found a wonderful completion. Soon she took the bar, and made him lay down, her breath caught up, and when she moved she was surprised with how much energy she still had.

Straddling his lap, she washed every inch of him, leaning down to kiss him every once in a while.

"How did I get so lucky?" He whispered, his voice still husky.

"You're right I'm too good for you." She joked and watched a light come to his eyes.

He flipped them and ground into her hips, "I completely agree, I might just feel how wonderful you are again."

Smiling she whispered, "Please do." And he did, soon dragging her back into a pleasure filled haze once more.