WOLF AND LUCY
Wolf
“Daddy, it’s time to wake up.”
Jesus. Christ. Help. Me.
“Lucy Sophia, I swear to God, if you don’t climb off me and get back in your spot and close your eyes, you’re going to regret it.”
The bed stops bouncing beneath me, but the weight on my stomach hasn’t moved, so I finally crack open my eyes to find my wife,glaringat me as she straddles my stomach. Half her hair is sticking up in different directions, like she put her finger in a light socket.
“Daddy,” she says in her voice that she thinks is stern, but I just think it’s cute. “We came on a Christmas vacation, and we have a schedule to follow, and today is tree and decorating day. Stop being a big meanie and get uppppp.”
I stare at her silently, and when she squirms, I can’t help but smirk. In one move, I wrap my hands around her hips and tossher back into bed, pulling her against me. Then I lock my legs and arms around her so she can’t get free.
“It is five in the morning, Little girl. It’s not even light outside yet. So until the sky gets bright, and the clock turns toat leasteight o’clock, you need to go back to sleep.”
She wiggles and tries to get free, but eventually lets out a loud sigh and relaxes against me.
“So mean, Daddy,” she murmurs sleepily.
After searching around for her pacifier that’s somewhere in our bed, I locate it and then slide it between her lips.
“I know. So mean,” I whisper as I kiss the back of her head. “Love you, little wolf.”
She squeezes my finger in response, and a few minutes later, she’s back to snoring softly.
Christmas never used to be my favorite holiday. In fact, I hated it. And now, seeing my wife get so excited about it each year, it’s made me look forward to the festive season.
Five a.m. wake-ups are not on my list of things I enjoy, but I’d do it every fucking morning if it means keeping her happy and excited for the rest of her life.
Lucy
The sun shininginto our room is bright when I finally blink open my eyes again. I immediately glance at the clock.
Nine-thirty!
We’re supposed to go find a Christmas tree today.
I roll onto my back to wake up Daddy, but he’s not in bed, and that’s when I hear the shower running.
After throwing back the covers, I shuffle sleepily to the bathroom and hum softly as I walk into the warmth.
“You didn’t wake me.”
Wolf turns around in the shower, the floor-to-ceiling glass giving me a perfect view of his gorgeous body. The man could be a Viking. Broad, tattooed shoulders, with dark hair smattered in the center of his sculpted chest and hard stomach. His arms are as big as my thighs, and I barely come up to his biceps. I’ve never been into trees, but I enjoy the hell out of climbing him like he is one.
His cock is already halfway hard as he runs his soapy washcloth over his pecs. “Quit staring at my dick, little wolf.”
My eyes snap up to meet his, and I smile innocently.
“Strip, go potty, and then come in.”
Bobbing my head, I practically throw my nightgown over my head.
Wolf chuckles. “Excited to come shower with me, baby?”
“Yes.” There’s no reason to deny it. Every chance I get to fuck my husband, I take it. It doesn’t matter if he’s fucking me roughly or if he’s just buried in me while we watch a movie; being so close to him like that is my favorite.
