My Husband Warm The Bed Novels & Stories

“On the bed.” I open the door to the bedroom, surprised to find it warm, and realize he must have switched on the heat pump. I finish drying myself, then discard the towel, peel back the duvet, and climb onto the mattress. Less than a minute later he does the same, bringing our drinks in and leaving them on the bedside table. “Lie down,” he instructs. Unsure what he’s up to, I lie back on the pillows. But he gestures for me to scoot down, so I’m lying flat.

While sliding the white towel on his dark and wet hair. -You took your time. -I was just showing the room to Lauren. -I let out with a smile on my lips. Christopher walked slowly to our bed, where he sat. The man quickly accommodated himself on the bed, resting his back on the headboard. He grabbed his reading glasses from the nightstand. My husband checked his mobile device while I removed my heels. -She must be feeling uncomfortable for sleeping here. - he commented, with his attention on his phone. -She will make herself at home, honey. Don't worry.

He didn’t seem worried at all. “No, but you could have announced your presence, you know?” When he didn’t respond, I continued, “What are you doing awake?” “My wife didn’t come to bed,” he retorted with a voice filled with sarcasm “It makes it hard to sleep.” A beat skipped in my chest and warmth erupted through my body. It was ridiculous that such simple words could cause such a big effect and make me melt on the inside. My husband stood in front of me in nothing but pajama pants, his upper ink-marked body on full display.

The bed is still made. My stomach tightens. He didn't come upstairs. Biscuit is curled in a tight golden ball at the top of the stairs, snoring softly. His ears twitch when I step over him, but he doesn't wake up. I scratch behind one ear anyway and keep going. It’s quiet downstairs. The sitting room lamps are off, but the moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows paints everything in soft silver. And there he is. My husband is curled up on the floor in front of the fireplace like a wounded animal.

Through the top of my eyes, the little space left uncovered, I'm able to make out my husband's image from the fading background as he kneels over my head. His cold finger trails my temple, the feeling of his skin fading to nothing the lower he traces. "Sleep, dear wife, sleep. For tom-rrow, y-ou-l b- -n ah be--ta pl-ce."

His body warmth, instantly making me feel much better. "What are you doing?" I whispered to him, like we were two teenagers doing something we shouldn't be instead of the king and queen of a kingdom. Husband and wife. "Getting into bed with you to keep you warm," Chase responded, stating the obvious. "Yes, I figured as much." I couldn't hide the sarcasm in my voice and we both giggled. "Are you comfortable, Snookums?" he whispered, settling gently beside me and gathering me in his arms. "As comfortable as I can ever be."

I've been doing hundreds of ways to warm him up yet he was adamant in placing up his walls. This husband of mine! He was fulfilling his promise of being a good husband by dining together at night and making love afterwards. Not that I'm complaining with our sexual activities because he made it his mission to tire me that I can no longer ask him trivial questions. I would always end up passing put from the rounds of sex that we had or he'll cut me off before I can talk to him. When I wake up in the morning, he'll tire me again by making love in the shower that I'll always need a minute to breathe and stretch my own muscles.

A shudder moved through my insides at the soft touch, reminding me how long it had been since I’d felt that from a man. I pulled away even when my senses were telling me to stay back and let my husband pamper me. I went over to my own side of the bed. "I should get a body pillow or a big teddy. I had one back at Fairview." I told him. "No, no you shouldn't." He said to my surprise. "No?" "You heard me." He replied standing up from the bed. "No," He insisted. "I'm more than willing to do the job." He replied shamelessly

I believe that grandfather will survive, nothing will happen to him because he's a good man. After taking my bath and putting on my night robe, I joined my husband in the bed. He's sitting, while his back rested on the headboard and he's on the phone. He doesn't seem happy with the phone call. I snuggled close to him while he wrapped his arm around me.

That night I came home and found my husband all packed and ready to leave for his trip the next morning. We all ate dinner together, then watched TV until bedtime. We cuddled all night, him right behind me with his and my hand over my lower abdomen. He was rubbing it gently, caressing my bare stomach. It felt so good having him right there behind me. We fell asleep just like that.