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MELANIE
Iwoke to the soft melody of birds chirping outside, my eyes fluttering open as a crisp winter morning filled my senses. Though I was still wrapped in warmth, I could almost smell the cold, fresh air, and the thought alone brought a small, wistful smile to my lips. I found myself hoping that this Christmas would be dusted in snow. It had been so many years since I’d seen it. Since I’d felt the quiet magic of a white Christmas. Just the thought sent a giddy rush through me, like a child experiencing the season's wonder for the first time. A childlike joy I hadn’t been able to hold onto for as long as I should have.
I felt the bed shift as Nick rolled over and cuddled me. “Good morning,”
“Good morning,” I said. Loco jumped on the bed to join in the morning greeting, and for a split second, it felt like we truly were a real family.
I was thankful it was Sunday, since the restaurant was closed on Sunday, which meant we could sleep in and I could spend some time with my mom. After last night, I think we all could use a day off.
“Is this the first time we’ve woken up in my bed together?” He murmurs, his voice heavy with the weight of sleep.
“It is,” I said, and the thought occurred to me, Did his breath smell in the morning? Because I couldn't smell it. But then again, he was talking into my long blonde hair.
“How about that, we’ve been married for almost a month and we haven’t even slept in the same bed yet.”
“Probably why the marriage is working out so well,” I say with a playful grin.
He smacked my butt, earning a giggle out of me. “Once I find out you snore, it’s over with,” I said.
Nick’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto him with effortless warmth. As I gazed down at his beautiful face, a wave of realization hit me—he was still here. Through everything, he had stayed. And on my finger, his ring gleamed liked a quiet promise, a reminder that I was his, and he was mine.
“You’re probably the one who snores.”
“Excuse me, soldier, I don’t snore.”
“Mr. Consele,” he leaned up and bit my lip, thrusting his hips against my pelvis, causing me to lose my balance and lean down onto his bare chest. He slowly pushed his erection in between my thighs, groaning as he did.
“My mom is downstairs.”
“And?”
“And she will hear us. If you want morning sex, then we need to get a house with walls. You’re loud.”
“No, you're the loud one.”
I tipped my head to the side in agreement. “Ya, true.”
“I could always just put tape around your mouth.”
“Then how would you kiss my lips, that you seem to love so much.”
“I do love your lips, but I think I'm in love with these lips more.” He inserts a finger into my pajama pants and rubs my folds until he comes to the center of my pussy and circles my clit.
“Nick,” his name came out raspy
“Yes, Mrs. Consele?”
Still turned on from last night in the parking lot, my clitthrobbed with the subtle gesture that was happening in my panties.
“If you don’t stop, you know what will happen.” I panted.
“Do you want me to stop?” The pressure with his finger tips became harder and faster as he continued to rub my clit in a circular motion, grinding his cock against my panties.
“I–I.” I was so damn turned on that I think I might cum if he continued.
“I can’t hear you,u princess.”
