“You’ll be in a hotel a whole five minutes away, in the morning you get up as you would normally and you just drive down the road,” Nel placates my panicking wife.
“Seriously, will you stop worrying and just go enjoy yourselves?” Jake rolls his eyes.
It’s the heat of the moment, the excitement at the best Christmas gift Jake’s ever given me. That’s why I grab my best-friend’s face in both hands and plant a kiss right on his lips.
Jake stares at me with horrified eyes. “That was awkward for everyone involved, dude.”
“I love you,” I tell him before grabbing Lisa’s hand and hauling her up the stairs.
“Harry, we can’t leave in the middle of Christmas!”
“Lis, it’s one night and the kids will be fine.” We get to our room, and I practically throw her in. “Pack an overnight bag, no pyjamas, but definitely that angel costume from the photos.”
For a second, I think she might argue again, but she smiles excitedly and rushes to the wardrobe to pull out an overnight bag. We rush around, throwing things in like eloping lovers too giddy on each other to care if we really need everything we’re packing. It takes all of three minutes before we’re opening the bedroom door again to find Nel and Jake with a now sleeping Mary waiting patiently the other side.
“She will probably only take half the bottle,” Lisa says even as I pull her along.
“We’re fine, Lis,” Nel assures her.
“Oh, and there’s a couple of spare onesies in the top drawer of the dresser if you need them.”
“You will be gone less than twelve hours.” Jake rolls his eyes. “Will you just go already?”
I do not need to be told twice, with the duffle in one hand, I throw my wife over the other shoulder and carry her downthe stairs, ignoring the little yelped protest she gives me. There’s a car idling by the curb outside our house. The bearded driver gives us a friendly wave and I hop in the back.
“Your friends told me to take you to The Orchard Inn?”
“Yes please, and put your foot down, we’re in a hurry,” I say, making Lisa giggle.
There’s no one at reception when we get to the hotel, but that’s okay, we don’t need to check in. I lead my wife along the hall and into the lift up to the second floor, where our key unlocks the last door on the left. Throwing the duffle into the room, I slam the door closed behind Lisa and have her pinned against it in less than a second.
“Harry,” she gasps as my lips suction over the pulse point in her neck. I can smell her sweet berry and vanilla perfume, taste the saltiness of her skin, hear her needy little pants, and feel the way her body melts against mine.
When we were packing, Lisa divested herself of those pesky tights so now I’m able to stroke up her bare thigh and feel the silky softness of her skin. Her dress rides up as my hands continue to traverse up her slender legs to grip her hips, pressing myself into her, letting her feel my desperation for her.
“You feel that?”
“Mmhmm,” she whimpers.
“You feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
“Yes.”
Keeping her pinned with my hips, I pull her wrists from where she’s gripping the front of my shirt, and gather them above her head, holding them there in one of my hands. With the other, I tug her dress up until it’s gathered at her waist, her plain black cotton underwear is soaked where it covers her pussy and I trail a finger over the soft fabric.
“I’m fucking you tonight,” I tell her, and I feel her smile against my lips. “I’m giving us both what we’ve needed fortoo long,wife. I’m going to make this ache go away. You want that?”
“I want you,husband,” she breathes, capturing my mouth and fucking her tongue against mine in a show of dominance I rarely see from Lisa. Oh, my wife is desperate for it.
“Are you ready for me, Lis?” I yank her underwear down until she’s able to kick them off. “Let’s just take the edge off, yeah? Let me fuck you real quick, then I’m going to worship you all night. You’re not going to sleep tonight, wife, and you’re going to feel me all day tomorrow. Sound good?”
“Oh god, yes” she groans.
Unbuckling my belt and undoing my trousers with one shaking hand is not the easiest of tasks but I manage. My chinos fall to the floor with a metallic clunk of my belt and I’m pulling myself out from my black Calvin’s. When the swollen head of my dick brushes against the front of her pussy, Lisa sucks in a loud breath, I pull her leg up, hooking her knee over my hip and lining myself up at her entrance. The first inch of me slips in and we both moan. Her wet heat is sucking me in, wanting more of me, but despite my earlier words, I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want to take for granted the sweet, sweet feeling of her tight cunt clamping down on me.
“Harry,” she begs. “More, please.”
“You know I love it when you beg me, Angel,” I strain out between clenched teeth.
