Big mistake.
Huge.
Huge, as in the erection now poking into my ass.
It shouldn’t surprise me, given the sheer size of the rest of him, but Slade ishung.
There’s a tingling warmth between my legs at the feel of his cock jutting into me.
Keep it together,I tell myself. It’s been a long while since I was with a guy, and it wasn’t very good that last time in any case, so I’m feeling a little under-touched and oversexed. I’ve been getting by with my vibrator and my daydreams, but of course my body is going to have a natural, involuntary response when I’m in bed with a guy I’m extremely attracted to.
And I happen to be married to him.
I try gripping a fistful of the sheets and dragging myself away.
Slade’s hand, however, has begun a slow unconscious drift upward from my waist, fingertips trailing along my ribcage through the thin silk of my nightgown, until his palm closes warm and heavy over my breast.
I stop breathing for a second.
His breathing hasn’t changed at all. Still slow and steady. Still sleeping.
I stay still and consider my options as I take inventory of our positions. His hand is warm and heavy over my breast, his thumb resting just above my nipple. His body is a furnace at my back. That arm is heavy as hell across my ribs. I’m effectively pinned.
Then he stirs. Not fully awake yet. Just a shift, a deeper breath, as he presses his hips against me, pushing his cock against my lower back again.
I bite my lip.
His face is in my hair, a slow unconscious nuzzle. He makes a low sound in his throat, low and satisfied as his thumb rolls across my nipple again.
I have to press my lips together hard to stay quiet. Myfingers curl into the sheets as I shut my eyes and concentrating very hard on breathing normally, on ignoring the heat between my thighs.
It’s getting more difficult by the second.
His nose drags slowly to the shell of my ear. I can feel him breathing me in, deep and slow, and something about that involuntary intimacy, the fact that even in his sleep he wants more of me, makes my chest ache.
His lips follow, tracing the same path along my ear, pressing softly against the sensitive skin just below my earlobe.
My thighs clench at the same time his hips roll forward, thrusting his hard cock against me. The thin fabric of his boxers does nothing to disguise how much of him there is.
A sound escapes me. It’s barely anything, just a small hitch of breath, but he responds to it immediately, his arm tightening, pulling me even closer against him.
“Baby,” he murmurs. Low and rough and still half dreaming, the word pressed into the curve of my neck.
Heat floods through me from my scalp to my toes.
Baby.
NotLila.
Not a conscious choice. Just the word his sleeping mind reaches for when he pulls someone close. I’m the someone he pulled close this time.
I know he’s dreaming. That endearment likely belongs someone in his memory, probably some past girlfriend or hookup.
A hot surge of envy moves through me at this nameless, faceless woman my husband once held just like this. Whoever she was, she had him fully. She didn’t present “complications.” She got to be held in his arms and feel him deep inside her.
She had his passion.
I have his ring.
