Chapter 29 Henry
Chapter twenty-nine
“I don’t know, Daddy. I thought it looked better the other way around.”
I know for a fact that Katarina is teasing me, making me switch the orientation of our stockings and garland draping the fireplace in my study at least three times in a row. But she looks so distracting in her red silk pajamas that I’ve happily obliged her Christmas decorating whims all day.
We started with homemade Danish wedding cookies, and I’m more convinced than ever that I need to get back to my usual gym routine or I’ll have a stomach bigger than Santa’s.
My wife is a wizard in the kitchen, particularly when it comes to baked goods, and everything she puts in my mouth is better than the last. I know it makes her feel like she’s taking care of me when she feeds me, and she’s right.
There’s nothing like smelling something delicious wafting from the kitchen while I’m on a work call and having her burst into my study to stick something in my mouth.
She’s been on a Christmas spirit tear, and we’ve already gotten our bedroom, study, and sitting room decorated. Trimming the big tree in the sitting room earlier while music played softly in the background felt like a fever dream, like I couldn’t possibly be lucky enough that this is my life.
I switch the stockings one last time, then box her in with both of my hands on the mantel.
“Seeing you in your monogrammed pajamas with my ‘S’ prominently displayed in the middle is an aphrodisiac, Kitten. As is seeing these stockings on the mantel,” I say, nipping her bottom lip between my teeth, then pulling back so I can look into her beautiful eyes.
“The stockings are sexy?” she asks, clearly confused as I bend down to kiss her again.
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur into her neck, then kiss my way up to her ear. “Only two this year, and there’s plenty of room. Next year…who knows?”
Her hands reach under my pajama top as she moans, raking her nails down my abs and pulling a growl from me at the sensation.
I’m about to throw her over my shoulder when the doorbell rings.
Both of us look at the other, confused, since we weren’t expecting anyone, but before I even reach the door, I hear Jack’s voice as he cracks jokes at my expense.
“I told you, they probably won’t even hear the bell from the sex dungeon…Oh! Hi guys!” he says, having the decency to look sheepish as I open the door.
“Hello, you two,” Katarina says sweetly, stepping under my arm to usher them out of the cold.
As it turns out, my sister and Jack were out shopping and decided to stop by and say hello.
Sighing, I tuck my hard cock up into my pajama bottoms and resign myself to family time instead of family-making time.
Our evening ended up being lovely. We played Christmas Clue, and I wiped the floor with everyone else, even Katarina. As we’re brushing our teeth for the night after Jack and Margot finally left, I can’t help but tease her.
“I’m just unsure how you manage to have such an analytical mind, destroy me regularly in chess, and simultaneously be so bad at Clue.” I bend over laughing again because it’s unbelievable how bad she is.
Yawning, she finishes with her teeth and smacks my ass on the way to the bed.
“It’s not my fault! After Sasha and I came to literal blows when we were nine, it was banned in my house!
I’m not even bad. I’m just rusty. You just wait,” she says as she yawns again and climbs naked into her side of the bed.
Fuck, I’m glad we both agree that skin to skin is our preferred way to sleep.
“I’m going to read that rule book front to back and dig into strategy online. You’ll never beat me again!”
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I tuck her in.
“I’m sure you’re right, Kitten.”
Sleepily, she reaches for my hand as I move to leave the room.
“Are you not coming to bed?” she asks.
“I’m going to go do the usual walk-through and check the alarms, darling,” I say with one more soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Mmm,” she mumbles, turning and burrowing into the plush comforter. “Come back soon so you can ravish me. Margot and Jack ruined the moment earlier.”
Chuckling, I promise I will as I go to walk through the house, knowing she’ll be asleep well before I make it to bed.
Usually, I do this earlier in the day since nobody else comes in or out.
Margot and Jack were a deviation from the routine, though, and nothing is as important to me as keeping Katarina safe.
After my walk and checking that the systems are armed, I finally make my way back to my sleeping wife.
Pulling her to me, I breathe in the scent of her hair, shampoo mixed with Christmas aromas from our time in the kitchen today.
She feels like home and hope, and I drift into a deep sleep.
Blinking, I turn to my bedside clock to see it reflecting 2:00 at me.
I’m not sure what’s disturbed my sleep, as usually I have no issue sleeping through the night.
Especially now that Katarina is my personal heating pad, keeping me cozy.
After going to the bathroom to relieve myself, I come back to bed but stop to admire my wife.
She’s sprawled out like always, half on her side and half on her stomach, with one leg tucked up to her chest and the other stretched behind.
Normally, any movement from me in the night also wakes her, but she indulged in a fair bit of mulled wine with Jack tonight, so I’m not surprised she’s out like a light.
My wife is a work of art, I can’t help but think.
White-blonde hair pale in the moonlight, full lips and breasts, a little tummy pouch that I’m proud of, because she’s been spending too much time on my dick to work out as much as she used to.
Long legs for her height parted just enough to see her perfect cunt, glistening slightly in the light peeking in from the window.
I’m fully awake now, and so is my cock, hardening immediately as we stare at our favorite place.
A devilish idea comes to mind, another of my firsts that I can give to Katarina.
I told her that I would use her whenever I pleased, and after thinking about adding stockings to the mantel earlier, I can’t believe I let her go to sleep without being full of me. Time to fix that.
Slowly, I move onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly beneath my weight but redistributing it well.
With one knee inside her straight leg, I use the other to gently bend her top leg just a touch more, and she doesn’t stir at all other than a tiny twist onto her stomach, opening herself up for me.
Parting her lips with my thumb and middle finger, I use my other hand to slide one exploratory finger inside.
Fuck. She’s so tight and warm, my perfect little girl always ready for my cock.
Keeping one finger deep inside, I slowly rub her clit until I feel her moistening around me and opening up around my finger.
Crooking my finger inside, I give her G-spot a few solid strokes before pulling some of her wetness out to coat her entrance.
Spitting on my cock, I’ve lost all patience. This will have to be wet enough.
Pressing against her little hole, I have to stop myself from groaning as I slowly but steadily push in.
She’s still so goddamn tight, even with me fucking her multiple times a day.
By the time I’m seated against her ass, looking down at her serene face, I’m already close to coming.
Since I’m not in any hurry, I stay deep without thrusting, watching her eyelids flutter and her breasts rise and fall slowly as she breathes deeply in her sleep.
Testing her, I pull almost all the way out, then plunge slowly back in, but she sleeps on with the minimal jostling.
I’m not sure if I’d rather see the shock on her face as she wakes up with me inside her or her confusion tomorrow morning.
The idea of her waking up a little sore tomorrow, sticky between the thighs and not knowing why, has me unable to stop myself.
I can’t help but groan, hitting her cervix as I come deep inside my wife.
My noise has finally woken her, and as she sleepily blinks her eyes open, I see her realize something’s hard and inside her, and her eyes open wide in panic.
She tries to kick me off, and I see her open her mouth to scream.
Quickly covering her mouth with my hand, I lean over so that I’m in her field of vision and she can see who’s fucking her.
“Shhh, Kitten. It’s me, okay? It’s Daddy.
It’s okay, you can go back to sleep,” I say, and when her eyes light up in realization of what’s happened, they roll back as she groans and comes on my still hard cock.
Her squeezing the life out of me pulls me under, and I fill her up once again with almost painful thrusts.
Easing myself out of her, I see that she did as I said and fell right back asleep. Pulling the comforter over us both, I join her quickly, feeling much more settled than earlier with my wife full of me by my side.
Bleary-eyed, I wake as I feel Katarina stirring beside me.
She’s curled on my bicep as usual, but flips over to face me and drape her arm across my chest, playing lazily with my chest hair.
Turning my head to face her, I see her eyes are still squinty with sleep as she nuzzles into my side.
Marital bliss has made my wife less of a morning person, and I can’t blame her.
I never want to leave a bed that she’s in, either.
“Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair,” I say, kissing her temple and inhaling her scent. “How did you sleep?”
She yawns before her face scrunches in thought.
“Alright, I suppose. Although I had the weirdest dream that you…” Her eyes pop open as I move between her legs, throwing the comforter away and spreading her wide for me to inspect.
“That I what, darling?” I taunt, dipping two thick fingers into her pussy to coat them in our cum before pulling them to my mouth and tasting our combined flavor. Delicious. Even better when it’s been marinating all night.
Her mouth drops open in shock, and she tries to feign outrage as I lower myself and get to work licking to clean her up properly.
“You fucked me while I was asleep? Why? Unghhhh…”
Finishing my meal, I decide not to finish her off since she’s going to question me this morning. Sitting back on my haunches, I mindlessly grab one of her tiny feet to rub.
“Well, you fell asleep very early last night. Before you had a chance to perform your wifely duties, in fact. So since you were so tired, I decided to let you sleep,” I explain. “You came for me, you know,” I say with a smirk. “So good even in your sleep that I filled you up twice.”
When I lean over to kiss her languidly, she moans as my length brushes up and down her clit, and I forget my earlier reasoning for not making my wife come. Pushing into her quickly, I set a brutal pace and drag both of us over the edge in record time.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say, pulling back to get a full view of her face as she scratches my back.
She bites her lip before squeezing her walls around me where I’m still buried deep. I groan, and she laughs at me. I’ve created a monster. A sexy, confident monster.
“I’m not sure why I think that’s so hot…but it is,” she says, before digging her nails harder into my back. “In fact, perhaps I’ll return the favor one morning.”
The thought of waking up with her hot mouth already around my cock has me subconsciously thrusting again, and I realize we’re probably not leaving the bed today. Maybe I’ll retire, and we can stay in bed forever.
After a very late brunch, Katarina heads to her room to call Sasha and then take part in a Christmas planning group video chat with my mother, Margot, and Sloane.
It’s amazing to consider what Christmas will be like this year with us all together as a family.
LJ will be the center of attention for his first Christmas, but not for long.
By next year, there will be at least four little Sinclairs to dote on.
At least. Taking my coffee in hand, I send a few emails while admiring the view from the windows looking back toward the end of my wing, where Katarina’s rooms were.
It seems like a lifetime ago that she had her own bedroom and a separate space away from me.
Never again. We’ve already been talking about the best use for her room, and it can be whatever she wants as long as I have a chair in the corner to be in her presence.
I’m just about to go find her and see how her calls are going when I see a fluttering of a curtain in the window a few rooms down from her bedroom.
Moving quickly to the second floor, there’s an open door to a room that connects to Katarina’s old one, the original owner’s suite of the house.
I think my parents used it as a nursery, but it’s been a storage space since my mother moved out.
Imagining it as a nursery once more, I think that for Christmas I’ll add renovations to my list of gifts for my wife.
We can create a suite that suits both of our tastes, rather than her having to deal with my masculine decor.
For now, though, I shut the open window that allowed the curtains to flutter outside.
I have no earthly idea why it would be open in the first place.
I don’t think Katarina ever really entered this room other than a cursory glance when she first moved in.
After she commented on being creeped out by too many doors into her bedroom, I ensured the adjoining door was tightly locked.
Perhaps Potts pulled some of the Christmas decorations out of here yesterday and thought the room could use airing out?
Although I’m certain I checked this door when I made my rounds last night.
I’ll start by asking Potts if she came in here yesterday and go from there.
“Henry?” Katarina calls for me from our room.
I give the nursery one more glance, planning to make some calls this afternoon and get the ball rolling on renovations.
Maybe as part of her present, we can pick out finishes in Italy in the spring, before she gets too far along to travel internationally.
Before I can get fully lost in my daydream, I shake myself out of it and go to find my wife.