Page 14 of The Mrs. Clause
My stomach growled, interrupting the peaceful moment. I couldn't help but smile at the twinges of protest from muscles that reminded me of all the positions we'd explored the night before.
You know… an arranged marriage isn't meant to be this good.
I padded quietly out of the bedroom, sniggering a little to myself as I made my way down to the kitchen, snagging a warm robe from the back of the bedroom door and wrapping it tightly around myself. Humming cheerfully, I assessed Nick's kitchen.
"Bacon and waffles," I muttered, pulling the items out and laying the ingredients on the counter. I found bowls and cutlery in the same drawers in which I'd placed them years before. The waffle maker rested in the same cabinet over the oven, finding a thin layer of dust covering the lid.
I cleaned it off, setting it to heat as I mixed the batter. Just as I started to pour the first waffle a loud thud came from above my head.
I frowned, finishing the pour then shut the lid of the waffle maker, waiting for the waffle to cook. There was another thud then what sounded like a door slamming. I placed the bowl of batter to the side, reaching for a tea towel and dusting my hands. What sounded like a stampede of elephants thundered down the stairs and I saw a flash of skin, dark hair and long beautiful limbs as Nick ran by the opening, headed to the front door.
My heart skipped, and I ran to the entry. "Nick! What's wrong? What's happening?"
He froze, half in, half out of the door, his naked body lit from behind by the weak winter light. A freezing gust of wind blew down the hall towards me.
"Unless there's a fire, close the door. You'll scare the neighbors."
He blinked at me twice, reaching up a hand to scrub across his eyes.
"Nick?"
"You're still here." He let go of the door, allowing it to swing shut.
I frowned, tilting my head to the side. "Was I meant to be somewhere?"
"I thought you'd-" he broke off, shaking his head.
He thought I'd left.
Finally comprehending his panic, my heart melted, my body moving to throw myself at him. He caught me, crushing me to his chest.
"You can't leave," he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking. "You can't fucking leave me again."
"I won't." I promised, tears blurring my vision. "Never again."
He pushed me back against the wall, my back slamming into the plaster. I barely registered the discomfort as Nick boosted me up, wrapping my generous thighs around his hips.
"Wait, I'm too heavy!" I protested around his deep, soul changing kisses.
"No. You're. Not." Nick told me between more kisses, grabbing both my hands in his. Opening my mouth to protest again, only moans escaped, my head falling back against the wall as he feasted on my neck, grazing teeth and lips against my overly sensitive skin.
His cock pressed to the juncture of my thighs, my body bowing and opening for him.
He pressed me harder against the wall, freeing one of my hands to jerk up the robe, baring my naked pussy to him.
"Good girl," he barked with approval, shifting slightly to press his cock against my core. "Take me, Tesoro. Milk my cock."
He fucked me with abandon, hitting me deep and hard, pinning me against the wall in a desperate and dirty move that I'd never experienced with him before.
I clawed at his back, words spilling from my mouth with little censure. I praised him, I cursed him, I begged and pleaded and demanded he fill me with his cock, brand me with his cum, destroy me.
On Nick's hard-edged thrust, I came in a glory of delicious molten heat. The sparks that had been threading their way to my abdomen exploded outwards, lighting every nerve ending until all I could feel was the pleasure-pain of our intense love making.
"Nick!" I gasped his name, knowing it was both a prayer and a praise. He was all I could see and feel. He was my end and my beginning. I couldn't believe I'd let myself think differently for so long.
In this moment, I had no god but him.
He came as I did, in a glory of word and praise. We remained clenched together, our breaths mingling as he pressed our foreheads together.
