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Christmas Eve . It was finally here.
Hannah sighed contentedly as she sipped her hot chocolate, gazing at the twinkling lights on the tree in her sitting room. It was a little bottom heavy with ornaments thanks to three small ones being adamant on decorating it without help, but she didn't mind. The unbridled joy on their faces as they pulled little felted mice and shimmering snowflakes from boxes Jason had hauled down from the loft for them was too special. It was worth having a slightly wonky tree.
The only thing the grownups were allowed to do was string the lights and, as promised, Jason lifted Kitty onto his shoulders, their sweet girl squealing with delight, to place the gold star on top.
Her heart clenches as she pictures the scene. Her little girl was the happiest she's ever seen her, cheeks rosy from laughter, her little hands buried in Jason's thick hair as he spins around the room, his big hands holding onto her ankles securely so she wouldn't fall. Otis and Daisy had been snuggled into her on the couch, giggling at their goofy Dad and sissy. If she could choose to live in a single moment forever, she would pick that one a million times over.
Soft footsteps on the stairs pull her from her reverie as Jason pads into the room with a gentle smile. "Daisy is finally asleep," he says. "Cheeky monkey was practically vibrating with excitement," he laughs, flopping down onto the couch next to her, his right hand finding her thigh and giving it a squeeze.
He looks gorgeous like this. So domestic in his silly Christmas pyjamas, matching with her and the kids. His moustache is gone, but his beard is coming in nicely, more salt than pepper nowadays. He's relaxed, his shoulders loose and his smiles easy. Oh, how she adores him. The sight of him like this immediately has her flooding with want.
So, she tips the remnants of her hot chocolate into her mouth, depositing the mug on the coffee table before swinging her leg over him, straddling his lap. He makes a little surprised sound, but his hands find her waist straight away, pulling her flush against him as she cradles his jaw in her hands and pulls him in for a passionate kiss.
"Mmm. Chocolatey," he murmurs when they pull apart, grinning like fools.
"I love you, Jason," she says, suddenly overcome with the need to tell him.
His eyes grow soft, still affected by hearing her say it even though it's been months since the first time, when she whispered it in his ear as they held each other late one night.
He brushes the tip of his nose with her's, a little eskimo kiss before sighing her name. " Hannah ... I love you more than you can even fathom, baby."
She feels breathless as she pulls him back in for a deep kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and drawing out a rumbling moan from his chest. "I think it's time we open up door twelve, don't you think, darling?"
With a growl, Jason grips her ass and stands, holding her tightly in his arms. Hannah gasps with surprise, but instinctively wraps her legs around his waist. She used to fear for his back whenever he would lift her like this, but has since realised that he's more than strong enough to carry her with ease.
He makes his way up the stairs, bringing her straight to their bed where he lays her down gently. With a hand pressed to her belly and a command for her to wait right there, he proceeds to collect their advent calendar from the highest shelf of their closet.
Hannah is very fortunate that she is on the PR lists for many very lovely, very fancy brands. It's been a good two years since she's had to actually go out and buy any skincare or make-up. Oftentimes she's sent other things like clothing or healthy snacks or in this case... An advent calendar for the "Twelve Days of Sexmas".
Twelve little (or sometimes not so little) doors to open every day leading up to Christmas, each with a sexy little surprise inside.
Jason's face had lit up with glee when he saw it, bouncing on the bed and declaring how he couldn't wait to crack it open. And crack it open they did. Every night since the 13th, after the kids were sound asleep, they would come up to bed and reveal their surprise.
Some days were better than others. A blindfold on the 16th (they'd been there, done that so many times already that it wasn't exactly exciting), some fluffy handcuffs a few days later (same story), but as it drew nearer to Christmas, the items inside improved. A cockring, an "orgasm balm" that they both agreed was... interesting and Hannah's personal favourite, the vibrating prostate massager.
The orgasm she had pulled out of Jason as she gently suckled on the head of his dick while stimulating his prostate was so intense he'd passed out briefly. The fact that he trusted her so implicitly to do that for him had brought tears to her eyes.
She can't imagine what could be behind the last door.
"Your turn to do the honours, honey," Jason says as he returns with the box, setting it down on the bed between them.
Hannah bites her lip as she rips open the cardboard flap, revealing a little red velvet pouch. She pulls it free and, with a cursory glance up at Jason, she empties the contents into her palm.
“Oh. It's dice.”
Jason tuts. “Not just any dice, baby. Sex dice.”
“Sex dice?” She knows exactly what they are and how they work, but if she knows him (and she really, really knows him) his next course of action will be—
“I guess I’ll just have to demonstrate them then, hmm?” Bingo.
Setting the calendar aside, Jason plucks the dice from Hannah’s hand and rolls them on the bedspread.
KISS
NECK
“Well would ya look at that. I better do what they say,” he says, feigning seriousness.
Hannah giggles as Jason’s mouth descends upon her neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses from her ear to her shoulder. His stubble is scratchy but she loves the feeling. Loves knowing the skin there is growing red from his attentions.
She can feel him shift his weight and from the corner of her eye she spots him reaching for the dice to roll again.
Eventually, he finds the strength to actually pull away from her to see the results.
SUCK
NIPPLES
He just grins at her, his fingers already tugging her top up and away from her body. He groans at the sight of her naked breasts, as if he were seeing them for the first time.
“My beautiful woman,” he murmurs, pausing to caress her face, leaning in for a lingering kiss before shuffling down to pull a taught nipple into his warm mouth.
Hannah gasps at the sensation. Her nipples have always been extra sensitive, but no one has known how to lavish them with attention quite as well as Jason. He applies the perfect amount of pressure, doesn’t suck too hard and swirls his tongue deliciously over the puckered buds until she’s writhing and desperate for him to fuck her.
Tonight is no different and moments later she’s panting and bucking her hips, trying to find some friction against her aching core. Jason keeps sucking for a little longer before he gives in to her begging for more and reaches for the dice once again.
STROKE
PUSSY
Fuck, yes.
“You’re getting very lucky with these, baby,” Jason says. “It could easily have been ‘stroke neck’ and we’d be back to square one.”
Shit, he’s right. These dice can go either way. She sends a silent thank you up to the advent calendar gods for being easy on her tonight.
Jason climbs off the bed to stand up, stripping his pyjama top and bottoms off, along with his boxers. His painfully hard erection springs free, the head a deep red and the veins on the underside pronounced. He’s the sexiest man she's ever seen.
“You’re so beautiful,” she says softly, gazing up at him from her position on the bed.
His cheeks flush as he smiles shyly, moving back to her and swiftly pulling her trousers and underwear off in one swift move.
Before she has time to process the action, he's laying down next to her and capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Hannah groans at the feeling of him. His warm body pressed against her, his gorgeous cock pressed into her hip, his hot mouth melding with her own.
Jason props himself up on his right elbow so he can continue kissing her while his left hand slowly strokes down her body, his wide palm flat on her skin and his fingers spread, as if he's trying to touch as much of her as he can with a single hand.
Her core is pulsing with her heartbeat, her clit aching to be touched as he takes his time getting to his destination. He teases her a little, moving his hand back towards her head a couple of times until she bites his lip as a warning that he better get a move on.
His fingers finally make contact with the soft curls at the top of her sex and her legs open wide as if they have a mind of their own, her hips tilting up to chase his touch.
They moan in unison when he finally strokes two fingers through her center, finding her drenched with desire. “Fuck, baby. You’re drippin’,” he groans.
“Please. Please, Jason. I need…”
“Mmm, I know, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
He gathers her slick and brings it up to her clit. He applies the perfect amount of pressure and begins swirling his fingers around the swollen bud just the way she likes it.
She tries to muffle her cries, mindful the kids are sleeping down the hall, but it feels so good, so perfect, she has to bite her hand to keep it at bay as he picks up the pace, bringing her right to the edge.
She can feel her orgasm approaching at lightning speed and she’s just about to warn him she’s about to come when he stops. He pulls his fingers away from her quivering pussy and brings them to his mouth, sucking her juices from his skin.
Her cunt clenches at the sight.
They’re both panting and she can feel his cock twitching like crazy against her hip. She doesn't know how he’s managing to hold back for so long.
“One more roll, yeah? See how far your luck can take you,” he says, reaching for the dice again.
He rolls them separately this time, the cheeky shit, knowing the anticipation is killing her.
SUCK…
Please please please please
PUSSY
“Oh, thank fuck!” Hannah breathes, reaching for Jason to pull him back to her, kissing him messily.
“You must be very high up on the nice list this year, ma’am,” Jason says with a grin as he slides down the bed to settle between her spread thighs. She can see her arousal glistening on her inner thighs from the glow of the soft lamp light as he shifts into place. Fuck, she needs him desperately .
“I’ve been so good,” she whimpers, threading her fingers through his beautiful, soft hair.
“Mmm,” he hums. “You have. My good girl,” he says before he latches onto her clit and sucks it into the perfect heat of his mouth.
Hannah is thrown right back to the edge almost instantly. The suction is just right and he’s groaning in delight as her core is flooding with desire, drenching his chin. He collects it on his fingers and pushes them inside, curling them upwards and fucking her while his mouth keeps up that incredible pull on her clit.
Her hand is back in her mouth to stifle her cries and before she knows it, Jason is pressing his right hand down on her lower belly and swirling his tongue and thrusting his fingers all at once and she’s coming.
Her hips buck wildly, but he holds on, drawing it out for as long as he can, her cunt squeezing his fingers like a vice as she gushes into his cupped palm.
He gentles her through the comedown, long slow drags of his tongue and a gentle caress on her belly until she flops boneless on the bed.
He’s still laying there between her legs when she recovers enough to open her eyes, his head pillowed on her thigh and gazing at her with his huge doe eyes.
“Fuck, J. Come up here, please.”
Jason is quick to comply, moving up to lay on her fully, his hips now cradled by her own, his cock resting hard and heavy on her stomach.
She pulls him into a languid kiss, their tongues brushing. She can taste herself in his mouth and it makes her cunt clench at the thought of how much he thoroughly enjoys doing that for her.
“I think it's time we retire the dice for the night so you can fuck me, now,” she says, reaching between them to gently grip his aching cock.
He hisses at the contact. “I’m not gonna last very long, honey.”
“Mmm, that's okay, love. Just take what you need,” she replies, lining him up so he can push inside.
The stretch is exquisite as always and he bottoms out with a deep moan from the both of them, his cock sheathed so deeply inside her. He fills her up so perfectly.
He takes a moment to breathe, tucking his face into her neck before he’s off, thrusting hard and fast and moaning her name all the way. They hold each other tight, her legs wrapped high around his torso while he chases his release.
It's not long until he’s gasping and swearing, his rhythm faltering as he nears the end.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come. Can I come inside you?” he pants, lifting his head to look in her eyes. She loves him so much.
“Yes,” she gasps, gripping his back impossibly tighter. “Please come inside me, Jason.”
He cries out her name, muffled by her shoulder as he thrusts deeply and comes hard, his cock jerking with the force of it, his come filling her up.
She knows the chances are very slim, but for just a brief second she allows herself to fantasize about the romantic notion of conceiving a baby on Christmas Eve. A mixture of the two of them created at the most magical time of the year.
She pushes the thought away, stroking Jason's hair while he catches his breath.
They stay cuddled up in bed for a while afterwards, talking about everything and nothing until they remember they need to get up and do their duties as parents.
They sneak around downstairs, placing the gifts from Santa under their perfectly wonky tree, each taking a bite from his cookies and a big sip of his milk that the kids left out for him. And they can't forget about the carrots for the reindeer.
Once everything is in its rightful place and the only lights on in the house is the golden glow of the twinkly tree, Hannah and Jason wrap each other up in their arms and sway to an unheard melody as the clock strikes midnight and they welcome in Christmas Day.