Page 53 of Sinister Vows

She scoffed and then huffed before finally adjusting the blankets again and relaxing into my embrace. “Big bad Nicolas Capasso likes to spoon. Who would have guessed it?”

“Wrong.” I took a deep breath, inhaling the perfect sweet fragrance from her hair, and clenched my muscles to make my cock twitch between us. “I’ve never slept next to a woman before in my life, let alone bothered to cuddle. Turns out, I don’t hate it so far.”

She was silent for a long time and I started to think she fell asleep until she whispered, “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight, Little One.” I kissed the back of her head and pulled her even tighter.

It took her a long time to fall asleep, but when she did, her body relaxed even further, melting into my arms as she made sweet soothing noises as she dreamed.

I told her the truth about never sleeping in the same bed as a woman before, as well as how I wasn’t hating it yet either. To be honest, I quite enjoyed the way she felt in my arms, tucked in tight against me and before long I felt my slumber starting to pull me under.

IfeltlikeIwas on a boat, drifting in and out on the waves, grasping for reality yet beckoning for dreamland to take me back under. I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up in the in-between place of consciousness because usually, I didn’t sleep long or hard enough to ever get there.

Something had woken me up.

“Mmh,” a sweet angelic voice whispered, and I opened my eyes to get my bearings as it all came back to me.

Arianna.

My wife.

I laid on my back and my wife was sprawled out half on top of me with her head on my chest and her legs wrapped around one of mine.

She was grinding against my thigh. The clock on the bedside table read two AM and the room was dark except for the glow of the numbers, but it was enough light for me to look down and see her eyes were closed as her hips moved up and down.

Wetness coated my thigh underneath her and I smiled to myself in the darkness as I realized what was happening.

My wife was having a wet dream and was using me to pleasure herself.

I looked up at the ceiling as the war began carrying on inside my head and my body. I could let her be, allowing her to rub her wet little pussy against my leg until she climaxed and never tell her I knew the truth of what she did in her sleep. Or I could assist her in her chase of pleasure until we were both a little less frustrated.

It had been a week since I had her last, and no amount of jacking off had managed to soothe the ache inside of my balls that wanted to fill her up again. And I had fucking tried, over and over again.

My cock was hard, laying against my stomach and leaking pre-cum from the way she rocked against it, and I was struggling to resist sinking into her.

“Nico,” she moaned, turning her face and pressing her lips against my chest as she slid onto my body more, essentially riding my thigh like a horse. Judging by the way her eyes stayed closed, she was still asleep. Or at least somewhere in between like I had been.

“What do you want, Wife?” I whispered, bending my knee on the leg that she was straddling and lifting it into her dainty body, drawing a long moan from her lips.

“Please,” she begged sweetly in her dreams and any restraint I had, was gone.

I rolled us both until she was on her back, and then I slid the length of my cock up through her folds. Her knees fell wide, begging me to give her what she wanted as her head tossed back and forth.

“Such a good girl,” I praised her, pushing the shirt she wore up to expose her large breasts. How good they would look feeding my child someday soon, I imagined as I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

Her nails dug into my neck as she arched her back, pushing her breast into my mouth more. “Please,” She repeated, lifting her hips seeking the friction I gave her before.

I leaned down and bit her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her as her nails dug in deeper, “Wake up, Little One, you don’t get to beg for my cock and claim you weren’t in your right mind later.”

When I pulled back, her eyes were open, and she was blinking rapidly in confusion. I dropped my hips back down, sliding my cock through her wetness again. “What are you doing?” she groaned.

“There you are, you woke me up humping my leg like a needy little sex kitten.” I rocked through her again, “Begging me to fuck you and give you what you needed.” Her mouth opened and closed before she bit down on her bottom lip, no doubt to silence the moan I was trying to draw out of her.

“I was asleep!” she argued like it could weaken her embarrassment.

I took her hand from my neck and slid it between our bodies, “Feel how wet you are, Little One,” I pushed her fingers against her clit and rubbed a circle over it before dropping my fingers to her entrance and pushing two inside of her.

“Fuck!” She gasped, arching away from the invasion, “Stop, Nico.”