Frozen Fever

While our kids were on spring break, to allow some more family time, James and I both took the week off from work. However, things did not go exactly to plan, and we spent most of the break indoors. Three of our kids had started to come down with colds, and by the first day of spring break we could not take them anywhere fun for fear of getting others sick. To top it off, the weather where we live has not been spring-like. So, as it was, the first day of spring break was a gray, chilly day that, with three kids with colds, we spent inside.

We limit the amount of TV our children can watch each day to two hours of TV shows or one movie, and Monday was no exception. The kids decided they wanted to watch a movie and began to deliberate. I left the room for a moment, but it didn’t take long for me to figure out which movie the kids had selected. I knew by the sounds of the opening song; they chose Frozen, for the 2,000th time…

All parents with young children can sympathize with me when I say, the first time I saw Frozen, it was cute. But several hundred times of listening to ‘Let it Go’ later, I’m done with that movie for at least a year or two. And despite the fact that I think we have at least 50 other kids movies to pick from, my five wanted to watch Frozen, which made James and I want to rip our hair out.

The children gathered around on the floor to watch while James and I snuggled up in the 1.5 person chair. I didn’t want to pay attention to the movie, and to my delight James was proving to be a more enjoyable recipient of my attention span. As we were cuddled up on the chair, his hand wriggled its way down to my bottom and squeezed it. Much to my delight, he left it there and rubbed, squeezed, and pinched my lonely butt. I planted a kiss on his neck to let him know I was enjoying the ass massage and tried to think when the last time was we made love. I remembered it being sometime last week? Maybe the week before? Either way, it was too long ago, and that needed to be remedied.

As the movie played on, we continued to tease each other. I’d nibble his sweet spot behind his ears, he’d tweak a nipple. He’d grab a hold of one of my breasts and jiggle it, I’d wiggle my hand under his shirt and lightly rake my nails on his back. It wasn’t long before I was turned on and was having trouble keeping quiet. Looking up at James, I realized he was having the identical problem.

I whispered to him, “How about we move this to our room, hmm?”

“Gladly,” he growled.

We stood up; James took my hand, and we scurried to our room. I turned to close and lock our door. The moment I turned James was over me, pinning me against the door. We kissed deeply, tongues probing and dancing together. I couldn’t help but utter a soft whimper, earning me a low growl from my sexy husband. His hands pulled me away from the door and into his body. He arched his hips and I could feel the delicious, familiar, exhilarating feel of his manhood. I ran a hand through his hair, and the other went under his shirt to scratch his back.

“Oh, how I love it when you do that,” James groaned, as he pulled away from my lips and began to kiss and nuzzle my neck. “Mmmmm, I love it so much.”

“Take my clothes off,” I begged.

“All in good time my beautiful darling, all in good time.”

James began to nudge me towards our bed. My knees found the end of it, and I tried to lie down and drag my man with me. James, however, had different plans. He kept me in a sitting position while dropping to his knees to kiss my face and collarbone. Decisively, he slipped his hand underneath my shirt and removed it from my person. He pulled back to stare admiringly at me, so I grabbed my bra clad breasts and shoved them together, creating extensive cleavage. His eyes glazed over, and he kissed my boobs. He discarded my bra and tossed it behind him. Now he removed his shirt, as I crawled back into the middle of our bed. He climbed over me and covered my breast with his yummy mouth. He nibbled, grazed, and sucked on my nipples in the perfect way to drive me insane. James kissed down my belly, reaching my sweatpants and took them off. He palmed my mound.

“You’re soaking wet, I can feel it and I’m just palming you.”

“I wonder who got me that way,” I groaned, arching my hips into his teasing palm.

He chuckled. I couldn’t take anymore. It was not fair that I was nearly naked, and he didn’t even have his pants off. I sat up and pulled them down. The front of his underwear was wet from his precum, and I licked my lips as I removed his boxers. His big cock bounced out to greet me. I kissed up his thighs and tease all around his penis, before taking him in my mouth. He tasted and felt incredible, and in a short time his hand was on the back of my head, encouraging me. He groaned and arched as I continued to slurp, swirl, and suck his yummy cock.

“Mmmph, don’t finish me off,” he panted. “Come back up here.”

I came up and kissed him while he took my panties off of me. I was so turned on, I could feel my juices on my thighs. James touched my thighs, and, finding my wetness, groaned and fingered me aggressively. I started panting; I was so swollen it wasn’t taking me long to feel the aching build come up from my toes.

“James…” I whimpered, “I need you inside me.”

He took his fingers out of me and licked my juices off. I moved towards his penis, but he held me back.

“Patience, dear, patience. I’m enjoying your taste.” He licked his fingers off in a crazy sexual manner that was driving me up the wall. I. Want. Him. Bad. “Come here, my beautiful darling,” he softly whispered.

James grabbed my hips, and I impaled myself on him, and we both let out moans. We moved together in a hard, aggressive, needy pace. I arched my back, clutching to his gorgeous chest for dear life. His hips were meeting me thrust for thrust, and he was pounding my g-spot. James leaned up and sucked my budded nipples, and I went over the edge. I tried to be quiet, but it was difficult. I moaned his name as my walls contracted around his length. James growled something inaudible against my breast as his hot stream jetted into me. I collapsed on top of him, and we both lay there panting for a few minutes, James idly stroking my hair and back.

“You clearly enjoyed yourself,” I said.

“What was your first clue,” James laughed.

“You growled a lot; that’s always indicative that you’re very turned on. And, baby, I love, love, love hearing you growl.”

“It had been far too long. As matter of fact, I don’t think I’m quite finished with you yet.”

“Not right now,” I pouted, “I need to start supper, and you, sir, are going to need your strength for tonight.”

“Then no panties.”

I laughed, “Same for you, sir.”

“Leah, I don’t wear panties.” We both laughed then.

“Fine sassy pants, no underwear.” We cleaned ourselves up and put most of our clothes back on and went back out to the living room. Fortunately Frozen was on its last two minutes. James and I made our way to the kitchen where I whispered to my husband, “You know, perhaps we’ve found our own cure to the Frozen fever in our house.”

“If that’s the case,” James whispered as he nuzzled my neck, “I’m going to encourage them to watch Frozen more often.”