Hearing her ask—nearlybeg—me to kiss her is like music to my ears. Unable to hold myself back from her any longer, I loop a hand behind her neck and force her lips to mine. She tastes as good as I remember she does. The last time we kissed was during Thanksgiving dinner in front of our families and half the town. Now that we’re alone, I’m not holding anything back.
I press my tongue into her mouth and love the low moan I hear come from her as she lets me in. The fireplace snaps and pops in the background as we fight to share the same space. My free hand is resting on the tops of her thighs which are in my lap after I pulled her close. Slowly, I glide my hand up and rest it on her waist to see if she stops me. She doesn’t. Pushing it further, I continue to move my hand higher, reaching her ribcage then slowly bringing it even higher, grazing the outside of her chest. She shudders when my thumb skirts over the top of her breast over her shirt.
“Wait.” Her hands grip the sides of my shirt and hold me away from her so I can’t kiss her anymore. “Thisis a very bad idea.”
“The only bad idea in my eyes is if we stop,” I say, catching my breath.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she replies, shaking her head against my forehead.
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I do, which is exactly why we shouldn’t.” She keeps her eyes crushed together as if looking at me would wear her resolve down completely.
I bring my hand to her cheek and press my forehead into hers. “We can stop, sugar. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. You’re leading this thing, not me. Whatever you want, I’ll do. Always.” I take a few deep breaths before speaking again. “I won’t lie though, there’s nothing more I’d like to do than get you down on the floor and remember what it feels like to make you mine right here in front of the fireplace.”
She finally opens her eyes and looks at me. She holds my stare for a moment and I see something in them shift from uncertainty to pure desire and need. When she licks her lips and then glances down at mine, my heart only beats faster.
“What’s one time?” she says with a shrug.
I can’t help but smile. “What’s one time?”
We fall into one another again, each of us equally grabbing and pulling at the other. When she pulls the sweater up and over her head, tossing it over the back of the couch, I’m left to take in the thin white tank top she’s wearing underneath and the obvious fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. Glancing down at her chest, her nipples are hard and standing at attention, begging to be touched. My hand comes to them instantly, brushing over them lightly. I love the way her breath catches in her throat as I touch her. Her hands reach for the hem of my shirt and tug at it. Following her silent direction, I pull it off and throw it in the same direction of her sweater. She pauses to look at my now shirtless torso. Her fingers follow the peaks and valleys of my core before bringing her lips back to mine.Carefully, I move her feet to the floor and pull her up to stand with me.
“I’m going to take these off now, is that okay?” I ask, reaching for the button of her jeans.
“Yeah, only if you take these off next,” she replies, her needy fingers coming to the zipper of my jeans.
I help her out of her pants before undoing my own and kicking them off to the side. I bring one hand to her lower back and pull her flush against me. The tiniest gasp escapes from her lips when I slip my hand beneath her underwear and grip her ass.
“God, I love all the little sounds my wife makes,” I mumble. “I wonder what other noises I can get out of her.”
Slipping my hand between us, I drop it low enough to reach her center. I press my finger against her on the outside of the thin fabric she’s still wearing and revel in how she moans as I do.
“What happens if I do this?” I ask, my voice brusque and husky. Slipping the same two fingers beneath her underwear, I slide them down her center, discovering how truly needy she is. She drops her head to my shoulder and digs her teeth into my flesh. “All of this just for me. I really am the luckiest man to get to call you my wife.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer than before. Reaching over, I loop my arms around her legs and catch her when she jumps up to wrap around me. I maneuver around the coffee table, pushing it up against the couch with my leg and carefully lower us down to the floor. Lying her down on her back, I hold myself up with my hand next to her head. Our lips remain connected the entire time as I lower myself down on top of her. I break away long enough to bring my lips to her ear.
“I wonder if you taste as good as I remember,” I hum.Goosebumps spring to life on her skin instantly. “You still okay with this, wife?”
Her cheeks are flushed with desire and she only nods in reply. Reaching for her legs, I bend them at an angle and push them further apart. She lifts her hips when I reach for her underwear, pulling them off and throwing them behind me. I kiss her one more time, giving her one last chance to tell me no. She only smiles and softly nods, giving me permission to do what I’ve been dreaming about doing for weeks now. Pushing myself back, I pepper light kisses down the inside of her legs as I make my way lower. When I reach her center, I slide a finger down, swiping her clit, making sure she’s good and ready for me. When I do, she presses her head into the floor and arches her back. Wanting to give her the release she needs, I drop my lips to her finally. She cries out at the feeling of me on her and quietly whispers‘oh my god.’ Her leg dips in and I quickly move my hand to hold it in place, keeping her legs spread. My tongue and fingers work in unison, causing her quiet whispers to become audible pleas. She moans and writhes on the floor as I eat her out, feeling my own desire and need grow as I do.
“Nick, oh my god. Please,please,” she begs, reaching for my hair and pulling it. My tongue swipes over her clit and I feel her muscles start to contract as the orgasm takes over. “Please, please,please.”
I know it’s time to stop when she’s crushing me with her legs and pulling me up by my hair. She rocks and shivers as the pleasure crashes into her, pulling me up and holding me close. She’s feverishly kissing my neck, trying to catch her breath and ride out the waves of ecstasy as long as she can. With her legs wrapped around my torso, she finally starts to settle and relax. I press a kiss into the top of her shoulder, then her neck, before hovering my lips away from hers.
She slowly blinks her eyes open and smirks at me. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to after that.”
“I want you to fucking kiss me, Nick.”
Wanting to give her what she wants, I bring my lips to hers. We kiss, more slowly than before, until she pulls away to look at me.
“Well?” she asks.
“Well what?”
“Well is that it?”
