Get married. Check.
Find a partner. Check.
Let them support me. Check.
It’s practically a no-brainer when I think about it like that. I’ll be fine if it’s only one time and not again. We’ll get a divorce post-Christmas, he’ll leave, and all will be well! Easy peasy.
I glance at the time on my phone once more before tip-toeing away from the couch. I press my ear to his bedroom door and listen. It sounds quiet which makes me think he’s asleep but I don’t really care. I don’t think he will either; I could feel how badly he wanted me when we’re lying on the floor together.
Cracking his door open, the hinges squeak and I pause where I am. Then it hits me that I want him to wake up anyway so it doesn’t matter if the sound wakes him up. Slipping inside, I move through the darkness making my way to the bed. I pull the comforter back enough and slip underneath it, sliding in next to him. He stirs, taking a deep breath and squinting at me.
“Sugar?” His voice is raspy from sleep making it all the more sexier. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
Reaching for him, I find that he never put his shirt back on and is sleeping in only his briefs. My hands come to his torso, tracing the fine lines of his core that I remember from before.
“Cold hands,” he gasps when my fingers touch him for the first time. He reaches over towards me and pulls me in, wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug. I breathe him in, picking up distinct scents of pine, aftershave, and pencil shavings. Makes sense for a man living on a Christmas tree farm who draws for a living.
“What’s wrong, sugar? Have a bad dream?”
My legs squeeze together at the sound of his voice. Smiling to myself, I tip my head up to look at him in the darkness.
“You said to come get you if I needed anything,” I remind him. I love the way his hands are pulling the bottom of the shirt he gave me to wear so he can reach my back. My skin ignites with a fresh heat when his fingers trail over my butt and up my spine.
“Whatever you need, wife, I’ll give it to you.”
God, why is him calling me that so damn sexy?
“I—” I lick my lips, suddenly feeling shy. “I needyou, Nick. I need you to fuck me.”
When his hands pause on my back I worry that I’ve just done something so incredibly stupid and I won’t be able to look at him ever again out of pure mortification. Then, he wraps his hands around my waist and rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My hair falls to either side of our faces, encasing us in our own little world.
“Noelle,” he mutters hardly above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Did you just sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night during a snowstorm and ask me to fuck you?”
My lips pull back into a sultry smile. One that he can’t see but gives me the confidence to answer honestly. “Yes.”
His hands start to work on removing my underwear once more, helping me shift my hips to one side so he can slide them off my legs.
“What a good little wife you are,” he groans before pulling me in by my neck and kissing me hard.
I press my hips down into his lap, feeling his cock grow as I do. Our lips crash together as he wakes up from sleep, working to come into full consciousness after I pretty much jumped him in the middle of the night. Reaching between us, I press my palm into his bulge, massaging him over his briefs.
“If you aren’t fucking careful, you’re going to make me finish before we even get started.” I only rub him harder, slipping my hand completely under the fabric and taking him in my hand. “Two can play that game, sugar.”
Using one of his hands, he slides it under my shirt and starts to play with my breast. He presses his lips to my throat, gently nipping at it, making me want him even more. A small cry slips from the back of my throat when he lifts my shirt and pushes me up so my chest is closer to his face and he sucks on my nipple. At the same time, his other hand has come to my center and is starting to play with me like he did before.
“There they are, those precious little noises you make. They’re like fucking music to my ears.”
I release another moan just for him. He forces me to one side of him long enough to slip out of his briefs and dispose of them on the floor. Forcing me on top of him once more, he pulls me down so I’m level with his lips.
“Now, there’s something I need you to know,” he says between breaths.
“What’s that?” My hips move in a circular motion on top of him, skin to skin, my body finally getting the friction it’s been needingfor hours.
“I didn’t really think this would happen so I don’t really have anything to use, if you know what I mean.”
