Kiss Me, Baby: A Christmas Novella

by Nikki Paris

  After our day of skiing, we came back to the lodge and took separate showers—even though the massive shower was practically made for sex— then had another dinner where we did nothing but talk about Mia and Max.

  Now, I was alone in the bedroom, wondering if I should just go to sleep or try to reignite some passion. I took a deep breath and opened up my suitcase. I moved a few sweaters out of the way and stared down at the lingerie I’d packed.

  I pulled the embarrassing, lacey red thing out of my suitcase. Tiff made me buy it. She said my marriage just needed a little “spice.” I held it between my thumb and pointer finger as if it were made out of something dangerous and raised both eyebrows at it. There was no way I could put this on and waltz out there in front of Aiden. He’d stare at me like I was a crazy person and go back to answering emails on his phone.

  Speaking of his phone, why the hell was he working on our trip? This was supposed to be about reconnecting, but he wouldn’t even put his damn phone down for two seconds and look at me! It pissed me right off.

  He used to see me, like really see me. Aiden’s gaze used to give me butterflies and make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. It was like, my man adored the hell out of me, and his was the only opinion that mattered.

  But he didn’t look at me like that anymore.

  I stuffed the lingerie back into the bottom of my bag and grabbed my makeup remover wipes instead. This was all silly. We didn’t have marriage problems. We were fine. Did we have crazy hot wild animal sex every day? No. But we had young kids. We were in parenting survival mode. It was normal.

  Once I’d scrubbed every shred of makeup from my tired-looking face, I changed into my boring, comfy pj’s and wandered back out to the suite living room. Aiden was sitting on the black leather sofa, with the TV on and his phone in hand.

  Inwardly, I rolled my eyes and felt relieved that I hadn’t pulled a stupid stunt with the lingerie. Aiden didn’t even see me as a sexy fuckable woman anymore. I was just a tired, frumpy mom.

  Because that’s all you show him.

  I pushed my thoughts away and wandered into the kitchenette to make tea. I cleared my throat. “Do you want some tea, babe?”

  Aiden didn’t even look up from his phone. “No, thanks.”

  My first response was annoyance that he wouldn’t even look at me. But what was I offering? Comfy pj’s and tea. Maybe Aiden didn’t want comfy pj’s and tea. Maybe he wanted red lace and tits in his face.

  I almost scoffed out loud. Maybe that was exactly what Aiden wanted from some hot twenty-two-year-old. He didn’t want my sagging “Hello, I breastfed two babies for a solid year” tits in his face.

  The kettle whistled startling me from my depressing thoughts. I filled a mug with hot water and added a teabag, and then my eyes drifted over to my husband. We used to fuck all the time. He used to spoon me in bed and slide his hands into my underwear and up the front of my shirt. He did it so often that it almost got annoying. Then I became a mom, and he stopped wanting me.

  I bit my lip and added a single sugar packet to my tea. I reached for another, then glanced down at my waistline and thought better of it.

  Suddenly, a buried memory surfaced, and I froze. I was about seven months pregnant with Mia, and Aiden and I were curled up in bed. He gazed at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away because I had heartburn and felt so completely not sexy.

  Another memory hit me. Four weeks after Mia’s birth, I stood naked in front of our bathroom mirror. Aiden came up behind me and said, “Damn, baby. Has it been six weeks yet?”

  I covered myself with a towel, disgusted by my reflection and not wanting Aiden to see my new mom body. Then I gave him a weak smile and hurried out of the bathroom.

  Memory after memory washed over me of Aiden reaching out and me shutting him down.

  Shit.

  Maybe all of this tension was my fault. Maybe I was the one that ran and put miles between us. I gazed over at my husband as he sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone.

  Suddenly, I saw him with new eyes, or I guess old eyes, and remembered the night we met. The first time I saw Aiden, he stopped me in my tracks and made me open-mouthed stare. He was with a whole group of young guys, but he stood out so far above them. I still remembered the way his gorgeous gray eyes met mine on the train and sent a shock through me. I remembered his teasing smile and the way he rubbed the stubble on his jaw when he realized I was checking him out.

  Now, I was thinking about the first time we kissed. We went to see a movie, some silly 90’s Romcom. We could hardly keep our hands off of each other, and I tingled every time he touched my leg, my hand, or the small of my back. Finally, he’d leaned over and whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?” Five minutes later, we were making out in the back seat of his Mustang.

  We would have fucked back there, too—his hands were already up my shirt and mine on his belt buckle—if a police officer hadn’t knocked on the window and told us to get lost. The memory made me smile.

  Shit. I didn’t want to be in parenting survival mode with Aiden. I wanted more than this.

  I abandoned my tea on the counter and headed back to the bedroom.

  Aiden called after me, “You okay, Soph?”

  I paused in the hallway and called back, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’ll be right back.”

  Once in the bedroom, I made a beeline for my suitcase and dug out the lacey red thing. I took a deep breath and began removing my comfy pj’s. I slid into the lingerie and then headed to the bathroom to reapply my makeup and ensure that I hadn’t missed any spots shaving.

  When I finished, I took another deep breath and stared at my reflection. I saw my soft mommy tummy peeking through the red lace and the cellulite on my thighs. Ugh. I saw dark circles under my eyes and that one section of my blonde hair that would just never lay quite right.

  Could I really walk out there like this? I mean, it was Aiden—my Aiden. He’d never in his life been cruel. He was all sweet, protective manliness. I wasn’t as hot as I once was, but he wouldn’t reject me, would he?

  I smoothed my hair one more time and held my head high. Then I walked out of the bedroom with my heart racing.

  Aiden

  “Babe?” Sophie sounded all nervous and breathy. I glanced up from my phone and almost dropped it.

  She looked sexy as fuck in a little red lingerie set. Her long, blonde hair fell in gorgeous loose waves down her back and around her shoulders, and she was wearing red lipstick. I was a sucker for blondes in red lipstick, and Soph knew that. My cock immediately stiffened.

  Fifteen years ago, I would have already slammed her up against the wall and fucked her until she couldn’t walk. Ten years ago, I would have grinned and flirted and led her sexy ass back to the bedroom to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Five years ago, I would have said, “Come here, baby,” and fucked her quietly, so we didn’t wake the kids.

  But now, I was frozen. I absolutely wanted to fuck my gorgeous wife, but she’d been sending me some pretty strong signals that she wasn’t interested in sex.

  Sophie bit her lip, and worry filled her pretty green eyes. “Babe, I…” She folded her arms across her partially bare stomach and stared down at the floor. “Sorry. This was stupid,” she mumbled. When her eyes flashed back up to meet mine, pain had replaced the worry.

  Oh, shit. Baby. Aiden, you dumbass, say something!

  “I just thought— I just wanted—“Sophie shook her head. “Never mind.” She turned to walk back down the hallway.

  I finally found my voice. “Soph, stop.”

  Sophie paused and glanced over her shoulder.

  I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and stood. “Don’t go.”

  She bit her pretty red lip again. “Okay…” Sophie still had her arms wrapped around her body.

  I took a few steps toward her. “Let me see you, baby.”

  Sophie just shrugged and kept her arms f
olded. I closed the distance between us and gently pulled her arms away. I let my eyes slowly travel up her body. I imagined those bare, sexy legs wrapped around my waist like they had been countless times before. I knew exactly how it would feel to slide into her warm, wet center and grip her ass with both hands. Just the thought of it had my mouth almost watering.

  And those tits— holy shit. I wanted those fantastic C-cups in my face immediately.

  Sophie’s breathing seemed to quicken as I gazed at every inch of her. She swallowed and almost whispered, “Do you like it?”

  I met her uncertain gaze and raised a single eyebrow. “Are you kidding me, Soph?”

  Press her up against the wall. Kiss her.

  “It’s too much, right? Like, maybe it would have looked good on me ten years ago.” Sophie covered her stomach again. Why did she keep hiding from me? Why did she push me away like this?

  I felt a flash of irritation and pulled her arms away again. “Let me see you.”

  She almost whispered, “Why?”

  I narrowed my eyes at her, my irritation hovering near anger. “Because you’re fucking hot as hell, and I want to look at your body!”

  Sophie blinked, and a look of genuine surprise splashed across her pretty face. “I am? You do?”

  “What the hell, Sophie? Yes! There has never been a single moment where I haven’t wanted to look at you!” My frustration was spilling over. I was going to ruin this moment because I wanted my wife and didn’t know how to have her.

  Sophie stood a little straighter and voluntarily let her arms fall away from her body this time. “Even when I was pregnant? Even when I haven’t showered and have little kid snot all over my shirt?”

  I wanted to scream and pull my hair out. How could she ask that? How could she not know that? I took a deep breath and answered. “Baby, your pregnant belly was a crazy, maybe slightly creepy, turn on. Every time I saw it, I was like, ‘Yeah, that’s right. I knocked up the hottest fucking woman in the world. That’s my baby in there.’ Instant boner, Soph.”

  A soft smile danced across her face. “Seriously?”

  I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “Yep. And when you haven’t showered and have little kid snot on your shirt, it just makes me want to take you into the shower and fuck you there, then tuck you into bed so you can take a nap.”

  Sophie’s adorable laugh burst from her. God, she was pretty when she laughed. I wanted to make her laugh again. No, I wanted to make her moan. Something insatiable was waking up inside of me, something that I’d shoved to the back of my mind years ago.

  I pressed her up against the wall and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, Soph.”

  Her body trembled beneath mine as my lips devoured her neck and my hands gripped her hips. Fuck, she felt incredible. Sophie looped her arms around my neck and tipped her head back, letting out a sexy little sigh.

  Did she want me half as much as I wanted her? If she didn’t, I’d make her. I’d give her twenty fucking orgasms in a row just to make her want me the way I wanted her.

  I dropped to my knees and roughly yanked her lacey red panties down. I hadn’t eaten her pussy since our kids were born. I tried once or twice when Mia was a baby, but Sophie always pushed me away, saying, “Don’t. Everything looks and feels different down there.” Would she push me away this time, too?

  Only one way to find out. I shoved her thighs apart and slid my tongue into her pussy. I felt her stiffen and start to pull away, but I held her fast and circled her clit in the rhythm that used to turn her into a gasping, moaning puddle in my hands. Would it still work? Did I still have mad pussy-eating skills?

  Sophie whimpered and buried her hands in my hair. I almost smiled when she started rocking her hips. My baby liked this. When I started sucking, she full-out moaned. Hell, yeah.

  Her moans grew louder, and she gripped handfuls of my hair. “Oh, fuck, Aiden.” It gave me chills to hear Soph saying dirty words. She always tried so hard not to swear in front of the kids. I loved this woman as the mother of my children, but I was head-over-heels crazy about my Soph—the one that said, “fuck” and was sometimes into anal.

  When Sophie came, it was fucking beautiful. The sight of her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes filled me to the brim with pride. I blew my baby’s mind. Hell fucking yes.

  I kissed her and shoved my tongue into her mouth while she unbuttoned my shirt. Sophie laughed against my lips. “You taste like pussy, babe.”

  I grinned at her and slid my pants down. “It tastes good, doesn’t it. You want some more?” I stuck my tongue back in her mouth, and she laughed and gripped my ass. Then she backed down the hallway, pulling me with her toward the bedroom.

  Maybe I should have been more gentle and taken my time, but it had been way too long since we’d had a good passionate fuck. I shoved Sophie down on the bed and pinned her arms above her head with my hands. She had a wild, hungry look in her eyes, and it made me fucking crazy.

  I didn’t slide into her. I fucking pounded her. I groaned out loud, “Baby, you feel good.”

  I was fucking her so hard and fast. I would have worried that I was too rough, but Soph wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned with every thrust. If she weren’t into this, she’d be stiff and pushing me away, not melting into me and making those noises.

  Shit, it felt good when she melted into me. Fuck, she was hot. I buried my face in her tits, kissing and sucking until I came. I groaned out loud when my pleasure hit. This felt so much better than using my damn hand. My baby was soft and warm and sweet and fucking made for me.

  After I rolled off of my sexy wife, she gave me an almost shy smile. “Hey,” her voice was all soft and sweet, and her pretty green eyes sparkled. “I didn’t even realize how much I missed that.”

  I grinned at her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You like it when I fuck your brains out, baby?”

  Sophie laughed and curled her body against mine. “No. I don’t like it. I love it.” She rested her arm across my chest and whispered, “I missed you.”

  I kissed the top of her head and ran my hand gently through her golden hair, filling with pride when I felt the tangled mess I’d created. Soph looked good with sex hair. “I missed you, too.”

  Sophie

  When I woke up in the morning, my chest didn’t feel tight. A list of all the things I needed to get done didn’t fill my head. I felt fantastic.

  “Babe,” I reached over to pinch Aiden’s ass.

  I swear to god, he jumped a full foot. “What? What’s wrong?” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and frantically looked around the room.

  I burst out laughing and collapsed against the pillows. The comforter fell away from my chest, but I didn’t care or try to cover myself. Aiden thought my body was sexy. It was enough for him. It had to be enough for me, too. I smiled over at my adorable husband. “Let’s blow off skiing today.”

  Aiden raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? What do you want to do instead?”

  “I’m not going to make a solid plan, but here’s what I’m thinking: You, me, no clothes, a couple bottles of wine, and a big old pile of pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace.”

  “Damn, baby. You had me at ‘I’m not going to make a solid plan.’ Seriously, look, I’m hard.” Aiden grinned at me and pulled back the comforter to show me his erect dick.

  I giggled, I actually giggled. “Where are you gonna stick that, babe?”

  “All three holes, definitely.”

  “All three before breakfast?”

  “Yes.” The look in Aiden’s eyes gave me full-on butterflies. He gazed at me like he was going to die if he couldn’t have me. It felt incredible. I felt sexy as hell, even without makeup. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this way.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  “Exactly. You get it.” He leaned over and ran his thumbs over my nipples, then my lips. He gripped a fistful of my hair and said, “Now, let’s get that pretty
little mouth around my cock.”

  I gladly obliged and took his length in my mouth, letting it slide back as far as it could in my throat. Aiden groaned out loud and grabbed my hair tighter. “Fuck, baby. You’re doing the deep throat thing. Fuck, I like that!” I brought my hand up to join my mouth, and Aiden groaned again. “Yeah, Soph. Fucking yes! That’s so good, baby.”

  The way Aiden was touching me, rough but soft, and the way he was talking to me, demanding but sweet, had my pussy practically aching. His groans of pleasure made me feel so fucking good. I felt powerful and turned on.

  When he came inside my mouth a moment later, I sat up, looked him in the eye, and swallowed.

  Aiden pressed a fist to his mouth and widened his eyes. “Holy shit, baby. Did you just swallow? Sophie Wells spits. Who the hell are you?”

  I burst out laughing and wiped my chin. “I don’t know. I just felt different when I woke up today.”

  Aiden grinned at me and leaned back against the pillows. “A good different?”

  I laughed again and nodded. Why was I laughing so much? I probably seemed like a crazy person.

  Aiden held out his arms to me with another grin. “You’re so cute when you laugh. Come here.”

  I snuggled up against his chest, and he wrapped his big, strong arms around me. God, this felt good. I couldn’t remember the last time he just held me. There were always things to do—pointless things when I stopped to think about them. What on earth mattered more than Aiden and the kids?

  I pressed a soft kiss to his chest and looked up at him with a smile. “You think I’m cute?”

  “Are you really asking me that?”

  I shrugged. “I mean, you don’t say that very often, so I didn’t know if maybe you… didn’t think that anymore.” Was I ruining the moment? Was I being insecure, or just enjoying my husband showering me with compliments?

  “Soph, I tell you all the time how beautiful and cute and sexy you are.” Aiden paused and furrowed his brow. “Actually, maybe I haven’t been lately. Maybe you’re right.” He met my gaze and said, “You are the cutest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in the entire world to me, always, and I need you to believe me when I say it.”