THE HEART OF CHRISTMAS Chapter 4 ( nc17 warning!)

Christmas Eve had been a wonderful night to Jane's way of thinking. Jane lay on the futon in the atriun, a sleeping Tarzan curled up to her back, his strong arm draped over her waist and a equally strong hand resting on her breast.

After the hard, fast screw up against the wall, Tarzan had carried her back to the futon , and made love to her in the most gentle of ways . Truth be told ,Jane loved it both ways. Tarzan could be fierce and animalistic, but turn around and be the most gentle of men. Eventually, they had showered under the waterfall, but even there, they could not keep thei hands off each other, and Jane had worried for a minute that she may drown from the way Tarzan had braced her to the waterfall wall and entered her from behind, the water rushing over their heads to cascade down their straining bodies. She had dropped her head, eyes focused on the swirling water at her feet, inorder to open her mouth , breathe and moan at the same time.

The time they spent with Kathleen and Nikki had been wonderful. Tarzan was as excited as Nikki when it came to all the gifts under the tree, and Jane had the feeling that Kathleen had outdone herself with shopping. Over and over again, Jane and Kathleen had tried to explain all of Christmas to Tarzan, but he just did not get it. The concept of a Santa Claus, along with Christmas being the birthday of the Christ child, was too much for him to comprehend . Tarzan's thought process were remarkable, but he saw things in black and white. But still, he enjoyed the evening.

Kathleen finally relented and let him and Nikki open a gift. Jane laughed and laughed when Tarzan opened a box containing a pair of Nike's. He had picked one up in each hand, raising them in the air and giving Kathleen a look that seemed to say " what do I do with these?" Kathleen had also laughed and produced a package of socks, the kind that were invisible once the shoes were on. She had helped him into the socks then showed Tarzan how to put the shoes on . He looked funny walking around the huge den, it looked like he was walking on springs and the look on his face was one of confusion. Jane was not sure if he liked the shoes or not. As he had walked past the Christmas tree, he had spotted another wrapped shoe box under the tree, and before Kathleen could stop him, he had picked up the box, looked at the name tag and started ripping it open. Inside was a pair of leather summer flip flops. A look of childish glee came over his face and he immediately sat down, pulling the shoes and socks from his feet. As he pulled the socks off, he rubbed his feet and Jane wondered if the socks had made his feet itch.
But when he slipped the flip flops on , a huge smile hit his face . He jumped up and crossed the room, the shoes making a soft 'slap' noise on the thick carpet, amd gave Kathleen a big hug. Later, when Carolers came by, Tarzan was the first one at the door.

" Why are they singing?" Tarzan asked

" They are singing Christmas carols that tells of baby Jesus's birth" Jane had explained. Jane again explained the Christmas story, but this time, she did it as the Caroler's sang, explaining the meaning behind each song. Kathleen handed Tarzan a basket that held small wrapped gifts and indicated that he should give each caroller a present. He smiled and passed out the gifts. Jane noticed several of the women caroler's looking at Tarzan, somewhat "starry eyed"...Jane did not blame them a bit, as a matter of fact, he had the same affect of her. The people in the group shouted their "thanks" and many called out " Merry Christmas" as they walked on down the sidewalk to the next house.

Jane had turned to go back into the house when she realized that Tarzan was not behind her ,he still stood on the steps staring at the basket. Slowly he turned and looked at Jane, who stood in the open doorway.

" The Christ baby got presents from the Shepards and the wise men"

Jane was not sure if Tarzan asked a question or was making a statement, but he continued before she had the chance to decide.

" now Christ's birthday has a 'santa claus' to bring presents to us" Tarzan started up the steps to Jane as he spoke and she could see the light of understanding in his eyes, they sparkled with delight.

" you are a santa Claus and I am a santa claus and Aunt Kathleen is a Santa claus." he said as he stopped to stand just inches from her. " Santa claus comes from here" Tarzan stated, laying a finger across her heart.

Now, hours later, laying in the atrium, Jane's remembrances brought tears to her eyes and she pulled Tarzan's hand to her mouth for a soft kiss. It seemed unbelievable, a man raised in the jungle with apes for his family, now understood Christmas better than most people who lived in America. His powers of deductive reasoning were amazing... as amazing as the man himself.

She knew she had awakened him because he pulled her closer and snuggled his head into her hair... a deep contented sigh coming from his chest. Feeling warm, safe and totally loved. Jane went to sleep.

Tarzan awoke awhile later and moved his head slightly so he could take a long sniff of the skin on Jane's shoulder. His right hand moved slightly over her breast and his finger grazed across the top of her nipple. He knew he would not awaken her, she was tired from the evening. But it felt good to hold her close. Their fight was now a thing of the past and no longer a part of his thoughts.

Straightening his head, Tarzan looked towards the atrium windows near his bed. He loved to be able to look at the sky when he rested, it was why he had placed his bed here in this corner. But this time Tarzan saw something he had never seen before. Slowly moving away from Jane, Tarzan stood and walked with animal grace to the french doors that led to the patio. The patio was white and it looked like pieces of a cloud were falling from the sky. Opening the doors, Tarzan walked outside. The patio felt like the big walk-in freezer downstairs where they kept his favorite ice cream...so he turned quickly and went back inside, pulled on his jeans and slipped his feet into his newest prize possession.. the flip flops, then he returned to the patio.

Jane awoke feeling a little cold and moved to snuggle closer to Tarzan's warnth, but he was not there to snuggle into. Raising her head, Jane looked up and if she lived to be 100, she would never forget what she saw.

Tarzan stood on the patio, just outside the open french doors. Unzipped jeans covered his lower body and he had flip flops on his feet. His arms were extended from his shoulders, his head back and he turned in small circles, the snow falling all around him, a look of wonder on his face. A giggle escaped her when he stuck out his tongue and tried to catch a snowflake. Watching a Jungle Lord experience his first snowfall was a beautiful thing... but when he stopped turning in circles and faced Jane, her giggling died in her throat and her definition of beautiful totally changed.

Tarzan's new jeans hung low on his hips anyway, but unzipped, they barely covered him. His carved chest glistened with wet snow flakes and his 8 pack abs were tight since his hands were now loose fists. He walked toward her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers , his muscles seemed coiled as is he were ready for battle, but there was a light in his eyes that made them bright and almost unearthly blue. He stopped a few feet from her and Jane forgot to breathe.

Sitting on the futon, her eyes were level with those 8 pack abs and she could not stop herself from following the line of hair that circled his navel , then headed downwards past the open zipper of his jeans and disappeared into the patch of curly, thick hair, just barely visible above the crotch of the jeans.

Blanket and all, Jane slid to the end of the futon, reached for the edges of those open jeans and pulled Tarzan to stand directly in front of her. She looked up to see him staring at her, eyes slightly hooded, neither a smile nor a frown on his handsome face, just an intense stare. As she dropped her eyes she noticed his hands were still lightly clenched . In one fluid motion, Jane pushed Tarzan's jeans to the floor , her hands returning quickly to circle his already hard cock. She did not look back at his face, but the second her tongue touched the hard length of him, she heard his quick intake of breath and felt his hands fist in her hair, holding her head against him. Jane kissed, sucked and stroked his length, intending to continue until he came, but as his breathing got harsh and ragged, Tarzan took over.

He stepped back from her mouth ... kicked the jeans off his feet, pushed Jane onto her back, threw the cover on the floor and went down on his knees. Jane's legs were up and over his shoulders before she could blink and her moan hit the air at the first probe of his tongue, as he began to suck, lick and kiss. He had no mercy on her, replacing his tongue with 2 fingers, his mouth moving to suck on the small hard nub, hidden within the moist folds of her body . She lost her breath when the first orgasm hit her. Tarzan raised his head from between her legs and gave her a proud look that caused Jane to give a little giggle ,but she did not laugh for long...

Leaving her legs over his shoulders, Tarzan raised himself and entered her at the place his mouth had just left... and he went deep. A long groan coming from his chest as he slid fully in. He stayed still for a few seconds and stared at Jane's face. She was almost ready to scream at him when he gave her what she wanted... gave it to her again and again until she could not stop the moans and words that flowed from her mouth. "YES !" "PLEASE!" "OH GOD!" Tarzan laughed softly at each one and still moved within her until she climaxed so hard she swore her ass rose off the bed. Tarzan quickly followed, but was strangely quiet this time. His head was thrown back and every muscle in his body strained and Jane could feel his orgasm go on and on. deep inside her, but he did not howl or growl or say a word.

Jane reached around and stroked his back , she could feel every muscle was tight and started to worry when he did not immediately collapse on top of her, but stayed still ,with his head back, his breathing fast and harsh. Finally as his breathing slowed, he looked down at her and it was Jane's turn to ask...

" are you ok?"

" It has never been that strong" Tarzan admitted quietly

" that is true for me too" Jane responded, reaching up and tucking his long hair back behind his ears. She knew his hair bugged him in his face, and he would do it, if he stilll were not propped up on his arms

" we gave to each other and it was wonderful" Jane continued

" like a present" Tarzan smiled

" yes" Jane said "like a present"

Tarzan smiled a wickedly seductive smile, leaned close to her ear and murmured " HO HO HO...

then her cell phone rang...