She gripped my hair, tugging on the short strands. Slid her hands up my back, tracing along my spine. Ran her nails along my skin, making me shudder. Straddled me, pressing her heat down onto my erection.
In one fluid movement, I stood, taking her with me, grateful for the lunges Aiden made me do. In our room, I set her on the bed, tugging the hoodie over her head. She leaned back on her arms, looking small and sexy against the deep gray of the comforter. In seconds, I was naked, and she shifted back into the middle of the bed. I leaned over her, hooking my fingers around the lace and silk that hid her from me. I was too impatient to use my teeth. I would save that for the next time.
“These have to go. Now.”
They joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and I stared down at my wife. She was perfect. Tiny enough to fit under my arm but formed for me and me alone. Her high breasts with their rosy nipples that I loved to kiss and suck. Wide hips and a sweet indentation at her waist that I could span with my hands. Small feet with even smaller toes and nails that she kept covered in polish—changing the color constantly so I never knew what it would be. Surprisingly long legs for someone so short, and at the apex—the sweetest, tightest pussy in the world that was all mine. I loved being inside her. The clutch and pull of her muscles, the heat that encased me when we were joined so closely you couldn’t see where I ended and she began.
“Brayden,” she murmured, breaking me from my thoughts.
I crawled up the mattress, kissing her. Settling between her thighs, stroking her skin. Passion flared, and we moved together as the heat kicked in. We kissed and caressed. Tasted and licked. I nipped at her breasts, teasing the tight peaks. She rolled us over and did the same to me, kissing her way down my abdomen and taking me in her mouth. I arched off the bed as she sucked me, rolling my balls in her hand and taking me deep. I could only take it for a short time before I rolled us again and lapped at her. She cried out as I sucked her hard nub into my mouth and slid two fingers into her, pumping slowly, drawing out her pleasure. We feasted on each other until we were breathless, sweaty, and aching. Frantic. I flung her legs over my shoulders and slid into her. I shut my eyes at the feeling of her surrounding me. It felt like the first time, all over again.
“Welcome home, Mr. Riley,” she murmured, cupping my face.
“God, I love you, Addison Riley,” I replied, aching with the emotion of the moment. Aching for her.
“Please, Brayden,” she begged, drawing me down to her mouth. “Please.”
I kissed her, the taste of us on her lips. I began to move, holding her leg high, hitting her where she liked me the most. As deep as I could get inside her. She whimpered my name, clutching at my damp skin, moving with me. Like the waves outside, we flowed and ebbed. Rose and fell. Cresting together until she shook, her eyes going wide as her orgasm rushed through her and my name fell from her lips. I thrust once, twice more and succumbed to the mind-numbing pleasure I had only felt with her—would only ever feel with her—racing through me. I groaned her name, gathering her close, riding out the ecstasy.
Then slowly, carefully, I eased her back to the bed and slipped from her. I lay beside her, tucking her close.
She pressed a kiss to my damp skin. “I love you.”
I held her tight. The love of my life. My precious wife.
“Always, Addi. Always and forever.”Part IICHRISTMASChapter 6BraydenI woke up, my hand reaching for Addi and only finding an empty bed. It was still new and wonderful to wake up beside her, knowing it would happen for the rest of our life together. The weekends and occasional night she would stay here were never enough.
We had barely left the bedroom since we got married. Except when we grabbed something to eat or a shower, and even then, something would happen. Addi would wink or look at me that way, and instantly my dick was hard, and we’d end up on the floor, on top of the counter, by the fire, or against the cold tiles in the shower. We’d christened a lot of spots in the house, but luckily, we had many left to try.
I should be exhausted, but I’d never felt more alive.
Except my wife was missing. I peered at the clock—it was barely six. She should be asleep beside me, tucked into a ball the way she always slept. Nestled close for warmth, hogging all the covers, her head on my pillow, and her warm breath on my skin.