My Husband Warm The Bed Novels & Stories

So I know he is tired and went to bed late. I kissed him on his forehead and slowly lay him on the bed carefully, not to disturb his sleep. He frown when he lose my warmth. I immediately put pillow under his arms and he cuddled it thinking as it's me. I pushed back my thin step to my shoulder which fall loosely on my upper arms and pulled down the hem of my night dress from my mid thighs. I look again at my handsome husband and can't help to look his beautiful face. I leaned and give a soft pack on his lips. I took my clothes from closet and walked to washroom for a shower.

I lie, he sees past my lies, but he doesn’t press any further. We all have dinner as a family and retire to our beds, Zoey has been having really good sleeping habits, she no longer wakes up in the middle of the night and she sleeps as soon as everyone else sleeps. And as usual we only cuddle, with all these hormones acting up, my husband still just cuddles me. I felt really hurt, even more when he woke up in the middle of the night and was busy on his computer, and the bed began to be very cold. I miss him, his usual unapologetic loving husband.

Sounds a little weird to say, but hey, I have a husband. The door opens and he walks in with a smug on his face. “You are up! How did you sleep? Are you still feeling a little sick?” He asks, lying next to me and wraps his arms around me. I have been seasick for days now, which is another reason for me to stay cooped up in our bedroom but I kind of feel better now. “I slept fine, and I think I feel better today,” “Great. Why don’t you get up and take a bath, and I will bring breakfast to you then,”

He wrapped me up in a huge towel, like he always did, and carried my shivering, cum drunk body to the bed. "Still can't get over how good it feels when you pick me up in your arms and carry me to bed," I murmured to him, snuggling against him to warm up. He laid me down gently and unwrapped me carefully, drying me off. "I still can't wrap my head around Jason never carrying you to bed. You were fucking wasted on him," my husband told me with a low, angry purr. "I'm not exactly a twig, am I, daddy?" I said with a half laugh.

I was glad he took the gist and went back to his side of the bed. The next morning, I saw a different side of my husband, the side I love and he loves to show me. That model husband that brings you breakfast in bed that makes your heart all buttery, the surprise kiss on the lips as he feed you breakfast. It is so frustrating that I fell for all of that, he is even shirtless which makes everything even hotter, God know I hate this man now but I can testify that he is undeniably hot, so hot that I might burn.

For some people it might be trivial but it meant a lot to me more than money or any other thing could buy. "I see you are in your feelings. I've made tea for you. You just need to get into the bathroom and do your stuff so that it doesn't get cold." He winked before yanking the duvet off the bed completely. "How you manage to have such bones amazes me." I flung at him trying to get him riled up but my lovely husband only maintained his smile as if telling me that I could only try but would never succeed at it.

I crawled from beneath him and pushed him on the bed instead, and straddled his thighs. “How about I f*ck you to sleep instead?” I teased, wiggling my ass over his bulge. His sharp intake of breath told me he was barely holding back. And I like it. Driving my hot husband insane with need seems like a good way to start my day. I am sure by the time I am done with him, he will flip me onto my knees and f*ck me to oblivion.

I want to argue, to tell him I don’t need him to hold me and sleep but the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back betrays my voice, lulling me into a reluctant calm and before I realise it my body grows lax under his touch. “I'll be here when you wake up” As much as I hate to admit it, being wrapped up in my husband's arms doesn't feel too bad. Last night I had passed out before we even got the chance to cuddle. This feels nice. Too nice. The last thought that slips from my mind as I surrender to sleep is all the reasons it shouldn't

he said, voice low and warm, the same greeting he gave me every single day. “Morning, husband.” I crossed the kitchen and slid my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my cheek to the warm skin between his shoulder blades. “You’re up early.” “Wanted to make you coffee.” He turned in my arms, handing me one of the mugs, then pulled me close so my belly pressed against his. “And maybe steal a few minutes before the house wakes up.” I took the coffee gratefully and set it on the counter so I could wrap both arms around his neck. “Steal away.”

I wanted to feel his lips on mine, his arms around me, his breath in my ear. “I’m sorry, you’re right. It was just a reflex action. It won’t happen again,” he said, extending his hands to cup my own hands from across the table. I let him touch my hands because I missed the warmth. But my husband, would much rather warm another woman’s bed than to notice that my own bed was cold. But that wasn’t the deal of the day, was it? “Thank you so much, Landry, for everything that you do and for always looking out for me, always having my back,” I said softly, and he chuckled lightly.