Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Katya
The first day of our trip was so exhausting that Leon and I didn’t so much as make out with each other when we finally got to bed. We showered together to wash away the long day, but aside from some sweet and intimate scrubbing, no sexy time was had. And honestly? I wasn’t even upset about it.
We slept so soundly, falling asleep in our warm, cozy bed while the sound of snowfall swirled around our cabin all night.
I never imagined that I would enjoy anyone touching me while I was trying to get a restful night’s sleep, but there’s nothing agitating about being surrounded by my husband’s warmth.
He’s like living breathing safety, allowing me to sleep peacefully all night without a worry in the world.
Today, though, I’ve been making sure to conserve some of my energy so we can have a little fun in front of our fireplace.
I want to know what he looks like when he’s glowing and glistening next to a flickering fire while pounding into me, trying to make me come while keeping me quiet so I don’t scream the cabin down and wake up the kids.
We woke up and made pancakes first thing in the morning, eating them in the living room even though syrup on the couch is a terrible idea.
But when on vacation, the rules of keeping clean aren’t so strict.
The kids loved it, anyway, being able to eat their breakfast while watching a movie.
Ice Age, of course. The boys are still very much obsessed with rewatching those films, and neither Leon nor I could argue that it wasn’t perfect weather to watch them in.
After breakfast came more fun in the snow, snowman making this time rather than snowball fighting.
We had a little contest to see who could make the best one, but Leon and I took turns helping each of the kids with some of the harder parts.
Leo’s snowman was more of a pyramid-shaped man with one eye and sticks for ears that looked more like antlers.
Bastian’s was a more traditional three spheres stacked up, but he got creative with the face, giving it a pinecone nose and poking fallen spruce branches into its head to make hair.
We of course couldn’t pick our favorite, and both boys won the title of King of the Snowmen.
As the day comes to a close, and the night sweeps in like a gentle breeze, we’re finally putting the boys to bed.
Emphasis on finally since they skipped nap time today and both nearly fell asleep while eating their dinner.
Even Princess Spaghetti is glad to be getting cozy in her fluffy bed, waiting for the light to be switched off so she can sleep.
The kids chased her around in the snow for a long time while Leon and I sat on the porch watching on.
“Mommy, we get to have fun tomorrow too?” Leo asks, yawning so big that the sides of his mouth click. He lifts his chin as I tuck his blanket around him, kissing the tip of his nose once he’s snug.
“Of course we do, sweet boy.” I peck the top of his head and brush his hair off his forehead. He might need a haircut soon, the cutie. He’s growing like a weed. “We’re going to be here for a couple more days as long as you and Bastian are still having fun.”
“Dats so good,” he replies, sighing happily and blinking his heavy-lidded eyes. “I love you, Mommy. We na night now.”
“I love you too, my sweetling,” I vow, gliding a curved finger down his soft cheek.
He smiles tiredly, letting his eyes drift shut.
Sitting up off his bed, I find Bastian tucked in and take Leon’s place at his side. “Sleep tight, little love.” My lips brush against his head and then the tip of his nose, making sure to give him equal attention. “Have good dreams for me, okay? I love you so much.”
He nods slowly, looking up at me with his intelligent eyes. “Love you too, Mommy.”
Getting choked up immediately, I cup his face and try to commit this moment to memory.
It’s not the first time he called me Mommy, but he uses the term less often than his brother.
He’s older, and he calls Leon Daddy less too.
It’s normal, of course, I understand that.
It’s just since I missed out on so many years of him growing up, I have to soak up all of these times while I still can.
“We’ll see you in the morning okay. Just knock on our door if you need us, and we’ll answer, okay? And Princess Spaghetti can bark for you if you tell her to, remember?”
He got this exact same talk last night, but it never hurts to give kids a reminder.
“I will.”
“Smart boy,” I praise, standing up and meeting Leon by their door. Flicking off the light behind us, we close them inside, quietly walking down the hall to our own room.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re already asleep,” Leon says with a chuckle, shutting our door quietly and latching the lock. “They were trying so hard to stay awake just for being tucked in.”
I hope so. They need the sleep, and we need the privacy.
Watching as he turns around to face me, I unbutton my sweater slowly, meeting his eyes as I remove it.
It falls off the back of my shoulders and to the ground, too light to make a sound as it falls.
Leon’s eyes spark with heat as he observes me, taking me in with a long, sultry look.
I have no bra on, only a tight white tank top that rises above my bellybutton and leaves little to the imagination where my breasts are concerned.
It was a perfectly conservative outfit when I had my sweater on, the oversized material covering me completely and keeping me warm, but without it? It’s skimpy and sexy, exactly how I want to feel right now.
“Did you lock the door because you’re also dying to get your hands on me, moja láska?”
Leon’s chest makes a deep rumbling noise as he suppresses a groan.
I gasp as he closes the space between us in an instant, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around the back of his waist. “Was one day without getting your pussy taken care of too much for you, baby?”
“Maybe,” I purr, licking my lips and teasing them against his. “Or maybe I’ve been thinking about how it would feel to get fucked in front of the fire since I saw that we have one in our bedroom.”
“And if we didn’t?” he challenges, squeezing my ass in his big hands as he holds me close. “Would you want to go downstairs and risk fucking in front of that one, huh? How naughty is my pretty little wife’s brain?”
“We should really invest in a baby monitor,” I inform him, thinking about his question for only a second before knowing my answer. “Then you could fuck me in every room of our house and we’d never need to worry about being caught.”
“Why stop at our house?” My husband leans down, teething the skin between my shoulder and my neck with his blunt teeth. “I could fuck you all over the state, hell, all over the country if you wanted.”
“And what if I want the world?”
“Ask for it, baby.” He sucks on the base of my neck. “Ask for it, and it’s yours.”
“How about we start with right now,” I breathe out, getting needier by the second.
“I want to be fucked on the ground in front of our fireplace like we’re a couple honeymooning and we can’t make it to the bed before tearing at each other.
” I want to feel feral, like I’m in heat and being fucking rutted into.
“I see you’ve already gotten the fire going for me.
” Looking over his shoulder, I nod to the burning wood.
“I did.” He hums, flattening his tongue and dragging it up my throat to my jaw, nipping at my chin when he reaches it.
“I didn’t know when you asked me to start it that you had such nefarious intentions though, baby.
I thought you’d want to lie down for a while, maybe relax and read while you got all cozy in bed.
I should have known that my wanton little wife would rather get spread out and fucked nice and good before bed than just read, hmm? ”
“By the time you’re done with me, I want to forget that I even know how to read.”
“Well, I aim to please.” Leon uses his hold on my ass to pull me down, grinding my legging-covered pussy over his clothed hard-on. He’s fully ready for me, and we haven’t even gotten undressed yet.
Turning him on makes me feel hot, physically and mentally. The way he gets so hard and wound up from just a few kisses, touches, and dirty words will never get old.
Lowering my feet to the ground, Leon drops me into a standing position a few feet away from the flickering fireplace, his hands surrounding my jaw in one swift movement.
He kisses me hard, parting my lips with his tongue and shoving it in my mouth to play with mine, groaning as he gets a taste of me.
The intensity that he handles me with makes me whimper, and my core clenches with need.
My hands work his pants down as best as they can while he ravishes my mouth, making my nipples harden beneath my shirt. The tight fabric causes sweet, sweet friction against my sensitive buds, sending hot sensations through my blood. It’s so good and it’s barely begun.
When Leon’s pants hit the floor, he stops kissing me and grips my shirt pulling that up and off me so hard that I almost stumble, swaying on my feet.
His lips capture one of my nipples and my fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the thick blonde strands to keep him close.
Moans tingle as they flee my lips, but I do my best to keep them quiet.
With the snow surrounding us outside, and the fire crackling, there’s still some room to make noise.
“That feels so good,” I whine, encouraging him to bless the other side with his mouth. “I think they’re getting even more sensitive, I can hardly take it.”
“They’re getting bigger,” he declares, licking his way to the other side and sucking the pink bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it to drive me wild. “They’re tighter and nice and full. My hands used to fit around them without any peeking out, but now they spill out on the sides.”