"Come on please, I really need you right now."

My voice sounded pathetically needy even to my own ears, but I was getting close to desperate.

It had been two and a half months since Ash and I have had sex. I know it sounds silly on my part but it was seriously killing me mentally and physically. Every time I would try to initiate some sexy time with my husband he would pull away from me, making some crap excuse about not being in the mood -oh, please- or saying that he was busy with work. I had barely gotten a handjob out the man for pete's sake!

"I'm not really in the mood right now, Derek, I'm sorry hun. Maybe later?" He rebuttoned his shirt and pecked me on the lips, running a hand through my hair tenderly before he skipped to the bathroom and shut the door.

I almost started crying. Was he cheating on me? What had I done that made him so upset? Was I not attractive to him anymore?

I bit my lip and slid myself to the end of the bed, shoving his favorite toys that I had laid out on the end of the bed to the floor as I pushed myself from the mattress and walked to the full-size mirror hanging behind our bedroom door. I had slung my boxer briefs purposely low, the top of my hips exposed and I wore an open white button-down shirt,  my chest bare and nipple piercing shining slightly from the candlelight. He always said he loved my piercings; it always got him in the mood. I guess not anymore. I walked around the room and sadly blew out the candles one by one, kicking the toys under our bed with my foot before I shrugged out of the button up and slipped on a t-shirt. I left the room before he came out of the bathroom, what he was still doing in there a mystery to me.

He had been going to the bathroom for uncharacteristically extended periods of time for the past few months, closing the door behind him and leaving no explanation as to why. Maybe he was calling some other boy, someone more interesting and sexy than me. My emotions flared at the thought, making me bite my lip harder as I plopped onto the couch and hugged my knees close to my chest. I looked around our home, pictures of us and our cats littered around every available surface, our Christmas tree decorated with ornaments telling the story of our life. The year we got married, the year he came home from the service for good, the year I got my Doctorates degree. It was all there, and I couldn't believe that I might have to face my future without Ash by my side.

I had asked him why he would leave for the house every couple of weeks when I had already done the grocery shopping and when he worked from home. The answer had always been the same, 'it's nothing, don't worry about it.'

I did worry.

What if he was going to see someone else?

I didn't doubt him at all the first two months, but as another two weeks passed I grew more doubtful. I made a resolution to myself, that tomorrow I would confront him, and the truth would be out. I needed to know what was going on so I could either relax in the knowledge that I was just being silly and that we would have a beautiful Christmas together as we have been for the last five years or if my heart would shatter and blow away on the wind like snowflakes. I wouldn't stay with him if he was cheating. Though it broke my heart I made that decision now.

I wouldn't be taken for a fool.

My tears gathered and overflowed, my eyes shutting as I cried silently for a few minutes. Then I was done, sniffling once or twice before I laid down and stared at our tree; the presents underneath stupidly but wonderfully labeled 'to my love from you love' I was sure that on Christmas Day we would debate over which present was actually meant for who but the sentiment was there. I wanted to cherish this moment even if it was the last because tomorrow was Christmas Eve and I wanted one last perfect Christmas.
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I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was being gently shaken awake by Ash, his sweet, strong smiling face beaming down at me as he held breakfast and coffee on a tray.

"Merry Christmas, Derek!" He said cheerily, leaning down and placing the tray on my lap when I sat up and rubbed my eyes sleepily; leaning over to place and lingering kiss on my lips. I responded immediately, yearning for the closeness while a nagging voice in the back of my head assured me he was going to pull away before anything happened.

He didn't, and I started crying.

Shock passed over his features and he quickly set the tray aside, sitting down beside me and pulling me into a hug while he shushed me and kissed my head.

"Hey now, it's alright love. What's the matter?"

I didn't know where to start, not really wanting to accuse him of something I wasn't even sure of when it was Christmas Eve! So I just shook my head, pressing closer to him and shuddering out a sigh of relief when he pulled me on his lap and hugged me close.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered against his chest, clutching tighter around him and trying to hold back my sniffles as he rubbed my back.

"No. Derek, please. Look at me, baby."

I pulled away from his neck and wiped my eyes, feeling really small and pathetic as I broke down in front of him.

Why wasn't I stronger?

When I met his eyes I saw that they were wet as well, eyes shimmering with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me, tongue gently roaming over my bottom lip as he asked me for entrance. I let him, tears falling slowly down my cheeks as I felt us reconnect for the first time in what felt like forever. It wasn't really about the sex, it was just that I felt as if he was pulling away from me and I hated feeling like I was losing him.

I pulled away when we both needed air, panting lightly against his mouth as we met each other's gaze.

"I need to know," I whispered, closing my eyes for a second before I opened them again. "Do you still want me?" I asked almost silently, the unspoken question of 'are you cheating on me' floating around in the air around us. He shook his head quickly, squeezing my hand reassuringly before placing a lingering kiss on my lips.

"No! Never, my love. I'm sorry for ever putting doubt in your mind that I would. You are the only player two for me." He ended his statement with a watery smile, and I giggled slightly as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, our tongues twisting together for a few minutes we pulled apart.

"Why?" I asked breathlessly, wanting to just kiss him into oblivion but still wanting answers.

He blushed. Actually blushed. My big, 6' 4" muscle of a husband dropped my gaze and blushed. A smile pulled at my lips and I tugged at his hair until he looked at me again, pecking him on the lips and asking 'what?' again.

"I... I... I got." He couldn't seem to say it out loud, his neck turning a bright shade of red before he pursed his lips and hauled me up onto his shoulder, a squeal leaving my mouth as he threw me over his shoulder and carted me off towards our bedroom.

"The food, Ash!" I reminded, giggling and smiling hard as the living room quickly disappeared from my sight and I was tossed onto the bed. "Later," was all the answer I got before I landed with a muted 'thump' and he then he was on top of me.

He kissed me soundly, a moan being muffled by his mouth before his hands fumbled with the button on his pants. I helped him, blindly pulling at the fabric before I worked them loose and shoved them down to his knees.

"This is why I've been saying no to you, Derek. I've wanted to say yes, gosh I've wanted to say yes. I almost caved last night but I wanted it to be Christmas surprise.

He kicked his pants off and stood up, slipping his underwear down his legs before my eyes caught on the shiny silver bar protruding out the end of Ash's semi-erect shaft. My mouth watered and my eyes widened as I was mesmerized by the beautiful piercing that I almost missed what Ash was saying.

"I got this a few months ago, but I needed it to heal before I er... used it. I've been taking care of it and going back to the place where I got it done every few weeks to make sure it was healing properly."

I tore my gaze away from his shaft and looked him in the eye, holding out my arms and beckoning him to come to me. He did, climbing onto the bed and settling in between my thighs before I drew him into a soft kiss, placing little kisses around his mouth before I whispered 'thank you' and smiled at him.

He sighed in relief, grinning back at me before catching my hand and bringing it down to his erection.

"So," he purred, leaning his forehead against mine. "What do you think?"

I smiled back shyly and thumbed at the piercing, making him hiss and shudder in pleasure as I ran my thumb over the beautiful silver bar. He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, making me take my hand off him before he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked on the sensitive bud; wiggling his tongue around the studs I had put in yesterday and making me cry out. He told me that he had always loved my piercing so he wanted to get one for me. I loved the idea and it looked so hot on him.

I pushed his head off my chest, pulling him into a fierce kiss before pushing him on his back and swallowing his erection down my throat immediately, not being able to help myself as my tongue obsessed over the new piece of metal that was now a part of him. He groaned out above me, fingers twisting in my hair as his hips moved against me.

"That feels so good, Derek. Oh gosh, that feels so good. Derek, Derek!"

He released not too soon after, the short hiatus we had taken making us both desperate as I savored the taste of him as he released down my throat and I licked at his tip to make sure I had gotten all of it. He gasped when I sucked on the head, whining about being too sensitive before I pulled away and reached for the bottle of lubricant sitting on our bedside. I uncapped it and squeezed some into my hand, wiggling out of underwear before spreading my legs and tossing him a naughty look before bringing my fingers to my hole and pushing on in. I moaned from the feeling, throwing my head back and working my hips as I put on a show for my man.

I had missed him, and he said as much to me as he watched me with fiery eyes, fist stroking his already hard member in one big fist as he watched me open myself hungrily. I gasped when I felt his hand pull my fingers out of my hole, a small whine leaving my lips as my hole clenched and two of his slick fingers pushed into me instead. My back was against the headboard and he spread my legs farther so he could get better access to me, twisting his fingers inside me and spreading them so I could take him. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me, his new piercing rubbing my walls and gawd I wanted him now.

"I-Inside me, need you i-inside me," I said, my hand pushing his fingers farther inside me as he pressed against my prostate with his fingertips. I mewled and reached for him, pulling myself to my knees and straddling his lap so his hot shaft was rubbing between my cheeks, that pierced tip teasing my hole as I moaned for him.

"So beautiful. I missed you so much, my darling. You don't know how hard it was not to just ruin the surprise and ravish you."

It felt good to hear that, and I almost broke down again because part of me truly thought I was losing him, and just knowing that he was just doing something to surprise me made me want to cry.

"I-In me!" I moaned, rubbing back on his shaft and almost sobbing with relief when I felt him lean forward and grab the bottle, drizzling some down my crack to my hole and onto his massive rod.

"Ready?" He asked, stroking my back and pulling his fingers from my needy hole before I nodded and moned out a breathy 'yes' into his ear. He smirked and parted my cheeks with his big hands, squeezing the mounds in his hands before he rubbed the tip at my hole and sunk in, making me keen out and shudder heavily as I tried to relax so I could take him. It hurt a little, but I pushed out and moaned when he mouthed at the soft spot on my neck, sucking and licking at the skin to distract me from the pain of entry.

He sunk in a little more, only halfway in but the piercing on the head already rubbing dead on my prostate. I almost screamed, his shallow thrusts making my hole clench in pleasure as my fingernails made lines in his back.

"R-Relax, my love. Let me in." He whispered, shaking from the effort it took not to just thrust into me. I breathed heavily and brought my hand down to pull at my nipples, whimpering when I rolled the buds between my fingers and biting my lip when Ash bit my neck.

He slid in another few inches, my butt hitting his thick thighs and a sigh of relief leaving my lips.

"All in." He growled, hands grasping possessively at my hips as he withdrew a few inches and thrust back in, making me moan out and hug him tighter against me; my hole clenching like a vice around him. He felt so big inside me, filling me as far as I could until all I could think about was his big hot shaft pulsing inside of me.

"Y-Your piercing... i-it's rubbing me so g-good." I encouraged, moving my hips against his slow thrusts until he got the idea and started going faster, skin slapping against skin as I bounced on top of him.

The metal bar rubbed my insides in a way I had never felt before, casing a new, deeper sensation of pleasure to course through me as I moaned and whined on top of him. I forgot how much I loved having sex with Ash, although our relationship was so much more than just sex. I loved being connected to him this way, his mouth leaving marks all over my body as he drove me wild. Sweat coated both our bodes in a thin sheen and I started contracting rhythmically around him as I came, crying out his name and slamming my lips on his as I felt him thrust into me one last time before released as well.

Derek!" He hissed, hips not stilling and prolonging my pleasure before I moaned for him to stop, my body shivering with oversensitivity as I slumped against him. I could still feel the metal rubbing against me inside my hole, the hot metal pressed right against my prostate as I breathed heavily.

"I'm going to pull out now, love." He said softly, lifting my hips and pulling out gently before laying me on my side and flopping beside me. I could feel his seed dripping from my hole, I clenched to keep it inside me longer. I wanted to feel him for as long as I could, so I rolled only my stomach and reached my hand back, swiping up what had seeped out and pushing it back into my hole. I smiled once I thought I had done a sufficient job, eyes flicking to the left when I heard a muffled moan slip from Ash's lips.

"You're going to be the death of me." He grumbled, eyes shining with lust before he pulled me close to him and kissed my hair. I was tired, so I closed my eyes and snuggled against him, his shaft resting against my back and arm thrown around him me while our legs intertwined together. I'm so happy that everything's okay.

And I'm also very happy with my Christmas Present.