Page 81 of Honeymoon Phase
With a deep inhale, I make a move to head down the hall, and Addison apparently has the same idea as she steps forward at the same time, bumping into me and twirling on her foot, dropping the ball of clothes in her hands.
“Shit, sorry.” I bend over to help her pick them up and she shoves me away.
“It’s fine, I got ’em.” She grabs them all with one hand while holding her towel with the other and before I can say another word, she turns on her heel and hauls ass to her bedroom, slamming the door abruptly behind her as she goes.
She totally knows I tried to sleep-fuck her.
I lean on the doorway and cast my eyes downward as I shake my head, and my lips part when I catch sight of something.
Tiny pale blue underwear that look...
Moist.
There’s that fucking word again.
I divert my eyes away, feeling like I’m invading her privacy by not only looking at her underwear but noticing how... damp they are. Are those what she had on last night? They sure look like it.
Was it what I was doing to her this morning that caused all that... moisture? Was she awake for all of that? My cock thickens in my jeans just at the idea of that. The idea that she wanted me to do what I did to her. That she encouraged it. Or that even in her sleep, she wanted me.
What happens next isn’t something I’m proud of. In fact, it’s something that puts my sleep fuckery game to shame.
Next thing I know, I bend over and pick them up, turning to go back into my bedroom, closing the door, and locking it behind me. My primitive, baseless, animalistic caveman comes out and like a man on fucking fire, I unbuckle my belt, ruck out of my jeans. I bring her panties to my nose like a ravenous beast, breathing in the damp scent of her, desperate to taste her arousal before wrapping the fabric around my cock and pumping my throbbing cock like I’ve never pumped it before.
“Fuuuck,” I growl as I hunch over, gripping the dresser with my free hand, and grind the lacy blue fabric over my length in rapid speed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan, dropping my chin to my chest, my abs clenching as I picture her wet pussy lips dripping with arousal.
For me.
She got herself soaking wet in these lacy blue panties.
For me.
“Oh God,” I grunt, feeling my climax crest quicker than I ever imagined, and I hunch over and cover my tip with the fabric, blowing my hot load into it.
My body quakes and shivers, jerking every last drop from my raw unit. I hiss as I wipe the sensitive tip off before pulling my jeans back up and buckling myself back in.
I stare at the panties drenched with my semen and wonder what the fuck I’m going to do to hide this from my roommate.
My wife.
My stomach is a pit of right and wrong. What the fuck did I just do? Addison is not going to want to stay married to me if she knows I’m a goddamn sexual deviant.
With a huff, I stuff them into my jeans pocket and stomp out of my bedroom, grateful to see her door is still closed.
There are still embers on the fire in the living room, so I toss the panties onto them and lay fresh wood over top, stoking the fire and adding bits of kindling to get the flames going again.
As I brace myself on the mantel and stare at the lacy fabric turning black in the flames... I vow to myself to never tell a single soul what I’ve just done. And if my dad is watching from somewhere up above... well... all I can say is, “Forgive me, Father, I know not what I do.”
Chapter 26
Fact or Fiction?
I’m sleeping with my wife.
Luke
A dinging sound stirs me from my sleep, and I find myself blinking through the darkness of my bedroom while the moonlight streaming in through the blinds helps me get my bearings. I turn to glance at the clock and see that it’s after midnight, and then I know exactly what woke me.
