I snuggle closer, breathing in his familiar scent. "Merry Christmas, my handsome husband."
"Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife." His voice is rough with sleep as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
We’ve been married now for three months but I still can’t get enough of him calling me his wife.
“What time is it?” he asks.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. "Still super early. Not even six yet."
“Do you think we have enough time for…” he asks, pulling me even closer to him. Close enough that I can feel his hardness against my behind.
“Yes, please. Let me lock the door first though.” I slip out of bed, lock the door and climb back in bed next to him.
“She was up so late last night since she was so excited. I can’t imagine she’ll be awake before seven.”
“Plenty of time…” he says, pulling me into him and kissing my neck.
His hands slide beneath my pajama top, skimming up my sides before finding their way to my breasts. I arch into his touch, my body responding instantly as his thumbs circle my nipples. A soft whimper escapes me despite my best efforts to stay quiet.
"Shh," he whispers against my ear, his voice husky. "You don't want to wake her."
I bite my lower lip, nodding as I push back against him, feeling him hard and ready behind me. The friction makes him tighten his grip slightly, his fingers working magic on my sensitive flesh.
"I want you," I whisper, reaching back to pull his body even closer to me.
He turns me in his arms, his mouth finding mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I slide my leg over his hip, pulling him closer as his hands continue their exploration. Every touch ignites heat within me.
"I love how responsive you are," he murmurs against my collarbone, trailing kisses down my neck.
“I can’t help myself with you.”
His hand slides lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pajama pants. When his fingers find me slick and ready, we both groan softly.
"Inside me," I plead, guiding his hand. "Please."
He obliges, sliding two fingers into me while his thumb circles my clit. I bury my face against his shoulder to muffle my sounds as he works me toward the edge with practiced precision. This man knows my body so well. I’m still amazed how quickly he can make me come.
Denton shifts, scooting down the bed with purpose. My fingers tangle in his hair as he takes my nipple into his mouth, the warm wet sensation making me moan again.
"Oh god," I whisper, my voice a strained hush.
The combined sensations overwhelm me - his hot mouth tugging at my sensitive nipple, his fingers pumping steadily inside me, and his thumb making perfect circles around my clit. The pleasure builds rapidly, heat coiling tight in my belly, spreading through my limbs.
"Yes," I breathe, my hips rocking against his hand. "Don't stop."
He increases the pressure of his thumb slightly, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside me. I clench around him, feeling myself racing toward the edge. My free hand grips his thigh as I try desperately to stay quiet.
When he rapidly flicks his tongue against my nipple while pressing firmly against my clit, I shatter completely. My body convulses and I have to press my mouth into the pillow to muffle my cries.
"That's it," he murmurs against my breast, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin as he works me through the aftershocks.
He shifts again and guides the head of his cock to my entrance. He quickly pushes in, taking both of our breaths away.
I gasp as he buries himself inside me, feeling every inch of him stretch me. His movements are frantic, desperate, like he can't get deep enough.
"God, Holly," he groans against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You always feel so damn good. So tight."
He rocks into me with increasing urgency, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks while the other braces against the mattress. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me, building on the aftershocks of my orgasm.
