"I have butterflies in my stomach."
"Oh, yeah? Why is that?"
“My husband is about to make love to me for the first time since we got married.”
"You want to leave the party?” He grins. “It's for us."
"I have my own celebration in mind."
"How soon do you think we can get away?"
"Soon."
With that, I take his hand in mine and pull him toward the kitchen. It's a decoy. I place our plates in the trash and then push my husband toward the back entrance. There's a path there that leads to the guesthouse, where we are staying.
We hurry along because we aren't wearing our coats, and snow is falling droves. When we close the door behind us, we're both flushed. Our escape has been successful, and now I have him all to myself. I give a little prayer that Sasha doesn't go into labor tonight, but then all thoughts return to my handsome Daddy.
I grab his tie and pull him down to me for a gentle kiss.
"We should have gotten married in our Santa and Mrs. Claus suits."
"I don't think your mother would have liked that."
"You don't want to be my Santa Daddy anymore?"
"I'll always be that, baby girl."
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me bride style as he walks toward the bedroom. As he crosses the threshold, I look into his eyes. There's a certainty there that I saw during the ceremony. He's all I'll ever need. He puts me down next to the bed and turns me around to unzip my wedding dress.
It's just a white cocktail dress, and maybe I should have worn that Mrs. Claus suit after all. When the dress falls to my feet, I kick off my shoes as well. I'm wearing very basic, cotton underwear, but by the look in his eyes, you'd think I was wearing the sexiest lingerie there ever was.
"Do you like what you see, husband?"
"Very much so."
His voice is rough and low, as if he can't get the words out. I try to get his jacket off, but he won't let me.
"You need to be naked first."
"This only works if we're both naked, Daddy."
"Don't think you can push me to the edge by calling me that. I know better now."
I pout as if I'm hurt by his words. Many a time, I have gotten the best of him by calling him that during our lovemaking. He turns me back around so that he can unhook my bra, and then he lowers my panties to the floor. I step out of them and turn around once more.
"I love you, Jacob."
"I love you, Marcie. Now get into that bed and let me love you properly."
I do as he orders, and a thrill runs down my body. He has a predatory, almost savage look about him. That means he's going to claim me once more, like the first time we were together. The butterflies in my stomach start flipping their tiny little wings, making the wait unbearable.
I watch as my husband takes his jacket off and then his tie. He opens the button below his collar and takes the cufflinks off. He rolls his sleeves up, and I can see the veins going up his strong forearms. His weight makes the mattress dip as he gets between my legs.
I open my legs, extending an invitation. He rubs my legs up and down and then bends them. I know what he wants. What healways wants. To make me come as many times as possible with his tongue, his fingers, and then his cock.
He starts placing small kisses on my knee and goes up and up towards my pussy. I'm trembling with excitement as he comes closer to my center. I always feel vulnerable when I'm naked and he's dressed. He does it on purpose, but I think he also does it to keep his cool.
My man can turn into a wild animal in bed. That's one of the things I adore about him. His ability to let loose and carry me with him. I let out a small sigh when his kisses cover my pussy. He knows I love it when he's tender like this. It's the calm before the storm.
