Page 13 of Real Fake Husband

“You’re a dirty girl thinking about my appendages.”

“You’re so gross.”

“You’re the one talking about my body parts. Get your mind out of the gutter. Hadn’t even crossed my mind to move closer.” There is sleepiness to his voice.

I turn my back to him. “Smartass.”

Ahhh, the memory foam and comforter once more. Excellent. Carefully, I slip out of my robe and snuggle under the covers. Surrounded by comfort once more, I close my eyes, and this time, sleep comes swiftly.

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It’s only a few short hours later that I wake up.

It’s dark.

According to the clock on the bedside table, it’s the middle of the night. Fuck, really? I haven’t had nearly enough sleep to make a dent in my tiredness. Annoyed, I try to shake the sleep away and figure out why I’m awake so early. There’s pressureonmy chest, and when I glance down, I’m greeted by a beautiful sight.

Josephine is fast asleep, tucked into my side. Half of her is slung across my body, her head on my chest, her hand on my pecs, our legs tangling together. Iamon my side, but so is she.

All I can think about are her protests from earlier.

Stay on your side, she said.Don’t test me, she said. Oh, this is too good.

I’m not just talking about the irony of her words. It feels good to have her weight on top of mine. One of my arms is already around her waist as if I pulled her close in my sleep.

I want to tease her about it. God, do I want to wake her up and give her such shit. But there are two things wrong with that. For one, I’m not entirely blameless in this scenario. Two, it feels too damn good.

Her body fits perfectly with mine. Her tits are pressed against me. Bet they would fit beautifully in my hands. The heat of her body that called to me earlier is louder now.

Jesus, it’s intoxicating, and I’m not the only one who thinks so.

The blanket is lost at the bottom of the bed, giving me a full view of her body. Suddenly, she stirs, and I freeze. Her leg moves up, and the nightie slips, showing off a smooth thigh that grazes my dick. Fuck. That is one beautiful leg and one fucking snug nightie. Can’t even see her panty lines.

Wait. Is she wearing panties?

I want to reach down and check, but I don’t want to wake her.

Also, that would be inappropriate, right? We’re married, but notthatmarried. Guess I’ll just have to remain still.

At least try to.

Oh, goddamn it.

I lift my head to check.

There’s enough moonlight reflecting off of her to reveal two round and bare ass cheeks.Fuck. She’s pantyless. More blood rushes into my cock as I lay my head back down into the soft pillow. My movement causes her to stir some more. With all the stirring she’s doing, chances are high she’ll accidentally slide down my dick at some point during the night. Maybe I should just wait for luck to strike.

No. I shouldn’t.

Out of the question.

I can feel the heat of her body calling to me. I want to answer, but then I remember that she’s the most annoying woman on the planet.

I’m hard as a rock, and I have to shift a little to angle my hips away from her because, you know, gentleman and all that. Will she notice if I start rubbing one out? Because that sounds like a damn good idea. My dick jumps at the thought of catching a beat, and my horniness goes into overdrive. I barely move before she’s curling tighter, and the next thing I feel is her pussy heat rightthere, against the cloth of my boxer briefs and my iron-hard cock. Her pussy lips practically hug my shaft as I force myself to hold back a groan. My brain glitches when she begins to move her hips, rubbing herself against my length in her sleep.

Fucking don’t move, don’t disturb her, let her do her thing.

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