44. Alexander

"Morning," a soft voice whispered in the early morning. I smiled, looking down at the woman I get to call not only my best friend but also my wife. It's crazy to think that it's been nearly a month since the day we married and exchanged vows in front of our family and friends. One month since Katerina Elena Montgomery became my wife.

"Morning, beautiful," I murmured, kissing her forehead.

"I'm far from beautiful this early in the morning," she mumbled, snuggling into my side, making me chuckle.

"To me, you are," I retaliated. She looked up with a small smile on her face. "Come on, let's get ready for the day as we have much to do."

"Ugh," she groaned, pulling away from me and covering her head with the covers. I shook my head. You'd think that after all this time, she'd be jumping out of bed and rushing around the room, yelling about being late for work. But nope. No matter how long she's worked for her brother, she was still not a morning person. I knew this because I always struggled to get her out of bed every morning when we first moved in together a year ago.

"I know you hate mornings, but you need to get up, baby. We have work, and I'm sure David won't be pleased to know his secretary/assistant isn't in," I stated, removing the covers from her face. She looked up at me with wide brown eyes, and I raised a brow, knowing what she was trying to do. Though it would have worked before, I had learned to be immune to those puppy dog eyes that our daughter seems to have inherited. She always looks at me with the same look her mother was currently giving me. "Not gonna work this time, sweetheart. Now get up."

"You're no fun," she grumbled, but nonetheless, she pushed the covers from her naked body and crawled out of bed, grabbing her robe to cover herself up before walking into the bathroom. I sighed, shaking my head before following after her. I leaned against the door frame as I watched her do her morning routine before brushing her teeth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"Like what?" I replied, tilting my head to the side. She rolled her eyes before rinsing her mouth and cleaning the sink of toothpaste.

"Like you're trying to eat me with your eyes," she stated before letting her silk robe fall in a pile around her feet. She turned her back and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up for a few seconds before climbing in. I smiled before climbing in after her. I gripped her waist gently, and she hummed, leaning against me as the water cascaded down on us. I leaned down and kissed her neck, nipping at the skin gently, causing her to softly moan and tilt her head to the side, giving me more space to continue to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulder.

"Have I told you lately how much you turn me on?" I murmured against her skin. She shivered before turning in my arms. Our eyes met, and fuck, did she look breathtaking under the spray of the water. No matter how many times we've kissed and been intimate, it never ceases to amaze me just how much this woman before me has me under her spell. Every inch of her is my undoing. She lifted her right hand, reached around my neck, and pulled me down to her. Soon, our lips were molding together in a searing kiss. I lifted her up and pressed her against the shower wall as her legs wrapped around my hips.

What started as an innocent kiss turned into instant hunger. My arms gripped around her tighter as I pressed her even harder against the wall. Her arms were around my neck as our lips melted into one and her tongue searched out mine. She sucked on my bottom lip, and a moan escaped from deep in my throat. I knew she could feel me harden between her open and parted legs. Even if we had sex last night, it felt as if we hadn't been this close in months.

"Whew, baby," I said while catching my breath. "We've got to stop before I lose all self-control in the shower."

I gently lowered her back down. Kat grabbed two bath sponges and poured body wash into both—one for me and one for her—so that we could wash each other down. We've been together for a year and married for a month, but this wasn't our first shower together. We have this routine of washing each other's bodies, and it is a habit Kat loves.

She turned her back to me so I could scrub her down. First, her back, then her neck. Then I got down on my knees, and I knew for a fact that in moments like these, she liked being the taller one. I gently placed pecks all over her butt cheeks, and she sighed in contentment. I watched as Kat placed her hands on the shower wall for support and arched her back toward me, silently begging me not to stop. Then I scrubbed down her legs and even the soles of her feet. I spun her around to face me. She started washing my chest, shoulders, neck, and back. I stared at her chest as she worked her hands on me.

Kat's breasts are not too big nor too small, at a perfect 34C. They are very round, just right for me. Though I loved everything about her, I loved her breasts the most. You could say that I was a total breast man. I could already tell she wanted me to just grab them and put them in my mouth—suck, lick, and nibble until she couldn't stand it anymore. But I didn't. I simply placed little soft pecks everywhere as I gently scrubbed her lower back and butt. I could feel her tremble under my hands, and I knew she hated how I had just restrained myself.

"Baby, please," she gasped.

"Shhh...I just want to take it slow. Let me enjoy this view. I just want to wash you up right now."

She was a trembling mess, and I knew she hated how I teased her, but right now, I didn't care. I wanted to take my time admiring what was mine.

Done with teasing her, I suddenly put my mouth over her left breast, and she moaned instantly. My hands were all over her ass, palming her round butt cheeks. She leaned herself closer to me and held onto the back of my head. My hands slowly moved from her butt to her hips. Then I slightly parted her legs with one hand and slid it between her thighs. I placed my thumb on her happy bump and used my other four fingers to lightly trace the outside of her pussy lips. I had barely touched her pleasure zone, and she was already gasping for air. She started panting and moaning as my fingers continued to search her. She could barely keep her knees from collapsing. I knew she was close and didn't want me to stop, but like the tease that I was, I stopped.