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The warm glow of the fireplace kisses Hannah’s skin as she poses on the edge of the bed, her long legs stretched out in front of her, crossed elegantly at the ankle. The shutter on Jason’s vintage Pentax clicks as he snaps his last shot.
“Fucking incredible,” he mumbles to himself as he watches her through the viewfinder.
It’s late. The kids are all sleeping on the level below them, tuckered out after a busy day filled with shopping and meeting Santa. Followed up by pizza and a trip to the theatre like old times.
When they were out getting the kids’ photos with Santa, the girls managed to convince their parents to also get one, giggling to themselves as Jason and Hannah each perched their butts on a red, fleecy knee. Santa definitely looked a lot more pleased about having one on his lap over the other, making for a hilarious photo that’ll take pride of place on Jason’s mantle for years to come.
The concept of festive photography had given Hannah an idea and while Jason browsed the toy section of a department store with the children, Hannah snuck off to find the ladies intimates, inspiration sparking in her mind as she scanned the racks, searching for just the right set.
She found just what she was looking for, rushing to the register to purchase it and stuffing it in her handbag before returning to her family. Jason gave her a quizzical look, but didn’t question her. He knew better than that after all.
She couldn’t help herself for the rest of the day. She had to tease him. Get him all worked up for his surprise. At dinner there was a chocolate fountain and as they helped the kids dip strawberries and banana slices into the flowing chocolate, Hannah delicately pushed a finger through the warm liquid, looking him up and down appreciatively. She sucked her finger clean, watching as his eyes darkened and his cheeks turned pink.
“You look good enough to eat, JS,” she murmured to him. “What a pity we’re in public.”
The noise he made will stay with her forever.
Later, in the theatre as the house lights dimmed, she ran her hand along the inseam of his trousers, as close to his cock as she dared to go in public. “I can’t wait to get you home,” she’d whispered in his ear, prompting him to lay his coat over his lap and grip her hand, lest she try anything more devious.
It was a perfect day.
Hours later, they’re finally secluded in their bedroom. The only light in the room is the fireplace crackling away and the bedside lamps dimmed low to offer enough light for Jason to take adequate photos.
He’s standing across from the bed as Hannah poses seductively while he photographs her. He’s clad in a pair of bright red boxer briefs- the front tented from his arousal- and nothing else bar a Santa hat. He looks gorgeous in the warm light, his strong arms holding the camera up to his eye, his biceps on display. He’s been working out a lot and although Hannah adores him no matter what he looks like, she must admit his new physique suits him very well.
And they look fucking hot together.
The lingerie set she had chosen is a bright red satin two-piece with little flares of lace coming off her hips and under her breasts. The top is secured at her back with a long satin sash, tied in a big bow. She looks fabulous. Like an enticing gift asking to be unwrapped.
Jason had groaned at the sight of her, his pupils dilating and his heart rate increasing so much she could see it pulsing in the side of his throat.
“Fuuuuck, baby,” he’d moaned, reaching out to tug on the little lace flares at her hips. “You look… Damn.”
She’d rendered Jason Sudeikis speechless. And not just a blubbering mess of nonsense like usual. Actually speechless.
Hannah had just smiled at him demurely and collected his favourite camera from where it was waiting on their bed, handing it to him with a “show me another talent of yours, Sudeikis.”
Jason stared dumbly for a moment, watching as she positioned herself alluringly, fixing her hair and hiking up her bra so her tits were perfectly on display.
A raise of an eye brow from Hannah was all it took for him to spring into action.
And she must say…photographer Jason was incredibly sexy. He directs her gently into positions he knows she’s comfortable with, expertly working with the light to capture her effortlessly. All the while muttering to himself. Little “fucks” and “goddamns.” Even a very midwestern “gol-lee” slips out when she moves to the end of the bed and spreads her legs, pointing her toes into the carpet. She knew that one would get him.
Eventually, she figures it was his turn, pausing their little photoshoot to help him pull his cute blue sweater and smart trousers away, leaving him in his underwear. She smiles when she sees he’s already wearing red boxers so she didn’t even have to get him to change. They really are so connected. Even subconsciously.
Hannah lays Jason out on top of the comforter, letting him decide how he wants to pose and snaps a few pictures. She laughs as he moves through his repertoire from sexy to silly, before reaching out and grabbing her by the hips, pulling her onto his lap.
They giggle together, kissing softly and just holding each other.
“Can we take one together?” he asks almost shyly.
As if she’d ever deny him anything.
He moves them into the view of the mirror, positioning Hannah so they were both facing their reflection, but still perched on his lap. He wraps one arm securely around her waist and with the other, raises the camera up to his eye to get the focus right before moving it beside his head to take the photo.
She’ll have to wait until he develops them (he’s assured her he’ll book a dark room and do it himself so they don’t end up on the front page of every tabloid) but she’s certain this photo is going to look perfect. Because everything about the last few days has been perfect.
They gaze at each other in the mirror, Jason pressing little kisses to her exposed shoulder, nuzzling his nose into her neck. The hand wrapped around her strokes lovingly over her tummy. He’s so soft. So gentle.
Fuck, she loves him.
“One more for the road,” Jason whispers in her ear before lifting her up and depositing her back at the edge of the bed, eliciting a squeak of surprise from Hannah as she bounces on the mattress.
She giggles as she hears the shutter, Jason sneakily catching a candid shot she knows he’ll say is his favourite. She quickly composes herself to pose with her best bedroom eyes and her legs stretched for what looks like miles towards her man.
Jason kneels down towards her feet, composing the shot so her smooth legs will act as a leading line, allowing the eye to follow their path up until they get to her face, her eyes twinkling and that sexy smirk almost like a prize.
All for him.
“Fucking incredible,” Jason mutters to himself one more as he eventually lowers the camera and smiles up at her softly, his eyes roaming her face before dipping to admire her lingerie-covered breasts.
“You’re so stunning, Hannah,” he says roughly.
“You really like this set, don’t you darling?”
Jason shakes his head. “I like literally anything on you, baby. But yes… this one is particularly nice.”
Hannah giggles, getting up from the bed and approaching him as he stands back up. She takes the camera out of his hands and places it safely on the dresser so she can wrap her arms around his neck. His hands immediately find her waist and pull her snugly against his chest.
“Mmm. I thought you were going to have a heart attack when you first saw me tonight, my darling. All that blood rushing so fast to your cock can’t be safe,” she smirks.
It’s true. She was genuinely concerned for him for a moment when her robe had dropped to the floor, Jason having been prompted to unwrap an early Christmas present.
“Ha! What a way to go, though hmm,” he laughs, his eyes creasing and his dimple deepening handsomely.
“Silly sausage.”
“Mmm, true. But I’m your silly sausage.”
“Yes, Sudeikis,” Hannah says, her face turning serious as she looks into his deep brown eyes. “You’re all mine. Forever.”
“Forever ,” Jason replies, his eyes glassy with emotion.
“Now please,” Hannah smiles. “Kiss me.”
Jason wastes no time. He leans forward and slots his mouth perfectly over her’s, groaning in relief when she opens her mouth for his tongue immediately. They’re both so worked up by now, her underwear soaked through and his cock rock hard and pressed into her belly. The heat of it through his boxers on her bare skin is scorching and she desperately needs to feel him inside her.
She knocks the Santa hat off his head with one hand so she can drag her fingers through his hair, the other hand traveling south, pausing only briefly to scratch her nails over his snail trail before cupping him over the red material.
He twitches in her hand with an “ahhh, Han!” his hips surging towards her touch.
“That’s it, baby,” she says into his open mouth, encouraging him. Her clit is throbbing with need, jumping in time with the pulsing of Jason’s engorged cock.
She tightens her grip on him and he whimpers, tucking his head to moan into her neck as she gently pumps him through his underwear, pre cum leaking steadily from his tip and darkening the material as she presses the heel of her palm to the blunt head.
“Please, Han. Please,” he begs into her skin, his tongue coming out to lick over her pulse point, making her gasp.
“What do you need, J?”
“You,” he groans, his hips rutting into her hand. “Just you. Anything from you.”
Hannah’s heart surges in her chest. Even though it’s been over a year with this amazing man, she’s still bowled over by how in love with her he is.
She’s suddenly hit with the need to get on her knees for him. She’s been working on kicking her gag reflex to the kerb and she thinks she’s finally ready to test it out.
Pulling away, Hannah drops to her knees and gazes up at him from under her lashes, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers.
Jason’s already panting as he nods his approval, letting her pull his underwear down so his hard cock can be free from its confines. He’s so hard that it springs up to his tummy before gravity lets it drop a little onto Hannah’s waiting tongue.
“Fucking hell!” he exclaims, kicking his underwear away and locking his knees to steady himself. Hannah’s lips quirk into a satisfied smile before she closes them around the head and swirls her tongue.
He’s a groaning mess after that, no coherent words leaving his mouth. Just moans and cries as she slurps obscenely on his dick, slowly taking him deeper and deeper until he’s hitting the back of her throat. She braces herself in case she gags, but a few deep breaths through her nose and she’s ready to take him the rest of the way.
Pushing forward she lets his cock head breach her throat, pressing her face into his soft, warm belly, but making sure her nose is clear.
His thighs are trembling as she raises her hands to grip them, helping him keep his balance.
Hannah takes another deep breath through her nose and starts to contract her throat in a swallow. Again and again the ring of muscle tightens around Jason’s cock.
Jason moans long and low, his fingers threading through her hair, holding her gently. He’s panting and she can just imagine the look of awe on his face.
A few more swallows and Jason is crying out, one hand leaving her hair to grip the base of his cock tightly and gently pulling out of her mouth.
His legs are wobbling, but he stays standing, his other hand cupping her face lovingly as he finds his voice.
“Holy fuck, Hannah Waddingham,” he pants. “You’re incredible.”
Hannah grins triumphantly at him, wiping at her eyes where they were starting to water.
“I was going to let you come down my throat, you know,” she says, her voice a little rough.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I know . And I was about to. But I don’t want tonight to end like that. I need you right there with me up on that bed, missy.”
He reaches out a hand, helping her up off the floor with a slight wince. Her knees won’t be happy about that, but that’s tomorrow Hannah’s problem.
He winces in sympathy with her as he lowers her gently onto their bed, settling between her legs and cupping one of her knees with a big warm hand, squeezing softly.
“You deserve a massage after that,” he says.
“Mmm, later. Right now I need you inside me,” she replies, pulling him all the way over her so they can share a deep kiss.
Jason’s fingers find the waistband of her panties and hook under the elastic, tugging them slowly down her hips, Hannah bending her knees up to help him get them off before wrapping her legs securely around his waist.
The head of his cock- still damp from her saliva- nudges at her entrance, finding her absolutely drenched and swollen with desire.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” Jason groans.
“I know. I’m aching for you. Aching for your cock, Jason.”
“ Fucking hell,” he groans, his cock twitching as he ducks his head to the top of her breasts, sucking on the skin there. His hands slip under her and she arches her back so he can reach the bow, pushing her breasts harder into his face so he can untie it.
It comes loose and the top falls away as she drops back onto the mattress, Jason latching onto a nipple as he discards it over the side of the bed. She gasps as his teeth graze over the sensitive bud, her hands flying into his hair and her hips undulating.
Her motion nudges his cock closer and with a gasp he pulls away from her chest to look in her eyes.
“You ready?”
“God, yes.”
Dropping down onto his elbows, Jason slowly presses inside her tight heat, both of them moaning as he pushes deep inside easily until his pubic bone is snugly pressed against her clit and there’s nowhere more for him to go. He’s as deep as can be, filling her up perfectly as always.
They stay like that for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, their noses brushing.
“I love you so much, Hannah,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips.
“I love you, my darling.”
“Gonna make love to you, now.”
“ Please, baby.”
He begins to move. He starts off with shallow, slow thrusts, building up to a fast pace until he’s pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in so deep, over and over again. His cock head is hitting that perfect place inside her with every other thrust and she’s biting her lip to try and contain her screams.
Hannah grips his back, her nails digging in and leaving little half-moons on his pale skin as he keeps up the steady pace, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm with every nudge of her g-post.
“Faster, baby. Please,” she pants into his ear, sliding her hands down to his ass to encourage him to fuck her harder.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he grunts, picking up the pace until they’re crying out with every thrust. Each surge is hitting her g-spot now and she can feel herself clenching hard around him, her impending orgasm hurtling towards her.
“I’m gonna come!” she cries. “ Fuck, Jason you’re gonna make me come!”
“Oh Jesus, me too,” he moans, reaching one hand between them to swirl over her slippery clit, sending her over the edge.
She muffles her scream into his shoulder, biting down on the taught muscle as she soaks his cock with her come, her cunt clenching tightly around him as he lets out a shout into her neck and shoots his seed deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he empties himself.
They’re gasping as if they’ve just run a marathon, their chests heaving as Jason pulls out gently and flops down beside her on the bed. His right hand finds her left and he entwines their fingers together while they catch their breath.
Eventually, Hannah calms down enough to turn to face him, watching him while he takes a little longer to recover. She reaches out and strokes her hand down his sweaty chest, feeling his racing heart slowly return to a normal pace.
“You’re so good to me, JS,” she says, emotion washing over her as she gazes at her amazing partner.
Jason turns his doe eyes towards her and smiles beautifully. “You know you’re worth every good thing in this world Hannah. And then some,” he says softly. “I’d do anything for you. Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso round the moon and pull it down for you. How’s that sound, huh?”
Hannah laughs, burying her face in his chest. “You big sap!”
“I know you love it.”
“I do.”
He holds her in his arms in the warmth of the fire as it slowly dwindles down. She knows they’ll have to get up in a minute or two. Take a quick shower together. He’ll tend to the fire while she does her skin care routine. Then they’ll check on the kids before snuggling up and falling asleep in a cuddle with another beautiful day full of love and family time ahead of them.
What she doesn’t know is Jason had already hopped online and booked a dark room for the next afternoon, making this his second trip in a matter of days. A beautiful handmade album of black and white photos of them with the kids over the course of their journey together is sitting under the tree in green wrapping with a big golden bow. It has Hannah’s name on it with his wonky left handed scrawl.
And when the time comes in a few days for her to open it and she’s a blubbering mess, the lights from the tree twinkling around them as she holds him tightly, he’ll whisper in her ear with a cheeky grin: “come upstairs for volume two.”