ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

Silent night, loud morning - Chris Evans

It was Christmas Day and you stirred awake in your bed next to your husband who seemed to be doing the same. The two of you had always woken up nearly at the same time and picked up the same morning mannerisms such as stretching and then yawning before turning to face each other. To both of your surprises this morning, not one of your children had barged into the door as they liked to do this holiday (or literally any other time) and wake you both up. They didn't do it to open up presents immediately because they knew you didn't work like that, they did it so they could expedite the process. You wanted them to eat something first and Chris had to get the camera out and record them opening their presents.

It was really weird that were not arriving at the door. You could only assume they were all tired from yesterday still. It was tradition in your household to go to Christmas Eve church service and then go do something in the spirit after. Chris suggested ice skating and hot chocolate so you ended up participating in a night of busting your ass in the beautifully lit downtown area. Chris and your youngest were the best at it and eventually you and your oldest just decided to drink hot cocoa and enjoy the view of the giant Christmas tree and the lights on the tall buildings. You ended the night with opening stockings, another family tradition that you love, and the kids put on their new Christmas pajamas before it was bedtime.

"I think they're still refueling," your husband's raspy morning voice announces into the quiet room.

He turns his whole body to face yours and wraps his arm around you pulling you closer.

"Mm yeah they had a good time yesterday," you respond and then kissed his cheek.

Chris hums in satisfaction before grabbing your neck gently, and tilting your head up slightly to meet your lips. The two of you share a slow sensual kiss before his hands start traveling. You laugh a little before grabbing him in an effort to make him stop.

"Baby now you know dang well we cannot do anything like that right now," you smile at him.

"Why not though....the kids are still sleep apparently and I would love to give you your first present of the day," he smirks back at you and wiggles his eyebrows.

You laugh at him and shake your head, "boy leave me alone, I can't even get down cause I fell down one too many times on that ice last night."

This time he laughs softly at you and positions himself to hover above you. His hands meeting your thighs, caressing them softly as you look at him with a playfully annoyed expression.

"I'll be gentle baby, let me make it feel better," he whispered as he came down to leave kisses on your neck. You eventually cave and let him do as he pleased.

You tilt your head back giving him more access to your neck and let out a sigh as he trails down to your cleavage. His hands actively explore your body and he pushes up your night gown to make his way to your underwear.

Just as he gets ready to pull them down...the doors bursts open.

"Ma please come ge- oh ew! Oh my gosh!"

You gasped at the sound of one of your kids yelling and basically pushed Chris off of you, sending him flying with a grunt. You frantically pulled your panties up and pulled the duvet up even though you weren't naked.

"H-hey Ashley, merry Christmas," your husband smiled like nothing happened, getting up to grab a shirt and make himself decent.

"Hi....," the teen responded lowly. She wasn't a stranger to her parents and more specifically her father being all disgusting. They were pretty good at keeping it to a minimum and private but being that she was older she just knew what was up. She loved them to pieces but she couldn't wait until she graduated and moved out for college so her poor eyes could hopefully be exempt from potentially seeing her parents get it on.