Page 155 of The Christmas Trap

I slide my fingers into her mouth, and she licks them clean. Which, in turn, makes my cock twitch.

“Again?” She looks at me in shock.

“And again. And again. Though unfortunately, not now.” I help her off my lap, then pull out my handkerchief.

I wipe her clean between her legs. “If it weren’t my family back there, I’d have loved for you to walk around with my cum dripping from your cunt.” I straighten her clothes.

The tremor that overtakes her draws a groan from me. “You like the thought of that too.”

“What’s not to like?” She bites her lower lip. “My husband’s cum overflowing my pussy. That feels forbidden, which makes it more carnal.”

I observe her flushed features thoughtfully. “I might have created a monster.”

“Youhavecreated a monster.” She chuckles, then bends and tucks me inside my pants, before zipping me up efficiently. She begins to straighten, but I clamp my fingers around the base of her neck. “Complete the job.”

She blinks. “I did.”

I nod toward the wet patches from cum—hers and mine—which blot the fabric over my thighs. “Did you?”

Her gaze widens. She seems like she’s about to refuse me.

“Are you going to safe out, baby?”

She purses her lips. A stubborn look filters into her eyes. No, she won’t. My wife has a spine of steel. And a streak of determination which will never let her back down.

I slide my feet together, and she drops down, using my dress shoes to support her knees.

Without taking her gaze off mine, she proceeds to lick up the moisture from my slacks. They’re dark enough that the wet patches won’t be visible from a distance.

When she’s done, she nuzzles her cheek against my thigh. Contentment washes over me. With her, I can be myself, and she loves it. I ruffle my fingers through her hair, and she sighs. I cup her cheek, and she turns her face into my palm to kiss it. My shoulders relax. We stay that way for a few seconds, until she shivers.

“You’re getting cold; we should go inside.”

I help her to her feet, and onto the bench.

I pick up my jacket, which had dropped to the ground earlier, dust it off and place it around her shoulders. “I love you in my clothes.”

I smoothen down her hair and sit beside her on the bench.

“I love myself in your clothes.” She smiles.

I grin back.

We laugh, holding each other, that oneness, that sense of harmony, completeness, togetherness, convergence… Every single word in the dictionary which signifies a merging of two people into one being, comes to mind. Yeah, I’ve become like my brothers. Overcome with love for my wife. And happy in my marriage. Once again, Arthur has won. He’s the one who picked out Lark to be my bride. Turns out, he was right. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else by my side.

A soft bark reaches us. Then Tiny pads over to us. He tries to sniff my crotch. Damn, Tiny knows what we’ve been up to.

“Sit, Tiny.”

He wags his tail and parks his butt on the ground.

"Tiny, what are you doing here, boy?" Lark places her hand under his chin and lifts it to look into his eyes..

"Good boy, Tiny.” I scratch the Great Dane behind his ears “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have met my soulmate.”

Tiny makes that purring sound which indicates he agrees.

Footsteps approach, then James steps out of the shadows. “I was taking Tiny for a walk, and he headed straight over to you guys.”