The Masked Stripper is my Wife.
A faint smile curved my lips at the feel of her giving in.
I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her firmly against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. Heat spread through me, stronger than the chill we were fighting, running through every part of my body.
I let my hand settle gently over her stomach, She didn’t resist. Instead, she relaxed further into me, her back moulding against my chest. I lowered my chin onto the crown of her head, for the moment, nothing else mattered in the world and this cuddling somehow felt right to me, her closeness ignited something I couldn’t ignore.