Eventually - All or Nothing #2

Christmas Day

In the living room, lit only by the warm lights draped around the Christmas tree and the soft glow of the fire, sat two piles of presents. Hattie's wrapped in pastels and Rosie's in bolder brighter colours, both carefully arranged by John and Aimee to look as though they were identically sized. Next to them stood a painstakingly assembled Playmobil creation, a Victorian mansion for the girls to share. John had worked up more of a sweat building it than he had in bed with Aimee earlier in the evening. Outside on the driveway, with tinsel wrapped around the handlebars, were two little bikes. Upstairs, two little girls were still sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware that Santa had been. The stockings that had been hanging above the fireplace when they went to bed, now lying at their feet, stuffed with goodies.

John, however, was too excited for his first Christmas with Hattie to sleep; he had seen every hour, picking up his phone every time he woke to check the time, his eyes squinting as the glow from the screen stung them. His lock screen was a picture of Aimee, Hattie and Rosie taken the day of England first World Cup match, both girls beaming at the camera, dressed in kits that matched his, Aimee sandwiched between them pressing a kiss to Rosie's cheek, each time he looked at it, he would drift back to sleep with a smile as he remembered how lucky he was.

At 5.30, John decided he was surrendering in his battle with sleep. He was surprised all of his tossing and turning had not woken Aimee. She was lying on her side, with her back to him, sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took. He slid his body against hers, she was wearing the top half of those cringey matching pyjamas she had coerced him into agreeing too, the thick flannel is soft against his skin.. He groans as he realises, she isn't wearing the bottoms, or any knickers. Her peachy behind pushed against his chest as their warm skin meets. She dressed like this to torture him; he was sure of it. There's a stirring in his boxers as he starts to pinch his lips against her ear, brushing aside the strands of hair that have escaped her top knot whilst she has been sleeping.

"Aimee?" His voice soft, not wanting to startle her. "Babe?" He's graduated to a bite now, hoping that might wake up her so they can make the most of the girls still being asleep.

The hand that had been resting on her hip moves to her stomach, then lower, his finger skimming the rough skin of her section scar. She doesn't like him touching it, hates the reminder of the permanent blemish her body carries. He was certain his hand there would prompt a reaction but still nothing.

His hand on her dip of the waist takes him back to last night, when his hand rested there, pinning her down to the bed as he brought on her second orgasm of the evening with just his mouth. As she came, she had placed her hand over his and clutched his fingers so tightly that it hurt. He stiffens further at the memory, the head of his dick twitching against his boxers.

Sleepily, underneath her top, he caresses a breast, the massage oil from yesterday has left her skin like satin, the vanilla scent still wafts off her neck as his nose rests against it. She starts to murmur contently, slowly waking up to his touch. His calloused palm is rough against Aimee's velvety skin as he makes circles against it.

"Good morning gorgeous." Aimee's voice croaks with sleep, her throat feels dry and as her eyes flicker open her heart lurches at the sight of the empty glass next to her bed. Her thighs are tingling with a familiar dampness telling her that John has been doing whatever it is he is doing for a while. She had been dreaming about him, his firm dick in between her legs as he hovered above her, his curls damp with sweat, his forehead glistening and his eyes dark.

"Happy Christmas babe," he smiles lazily at her as she cranes her neck to face him, cupping his stubble brushed cheek in her hand. The kiss that follows breathes life into Aimee's tired body, every time John's lips brush hers another part of her body awakens. Her hand in his hair. Her body as she turns to face him properly. Her legs as it curls around his. Her hips as they grind towards him.