Calling It Christmas – Elton John/Joss Stone
Year 14. Rated M.
And again, I can't get back to a lot of the 'anon' reviews so I just want to say THANK YOU!
"Thank you for coming to the Christmas Eve service with me Jackson." April smiled brightly at her maturing husband and he smiled back. "Of course. I go every year."
"You know what I mean." She teased, licking her lips slightly and going in for the kiss she'd been wanting from him all night. It was a hungry kiss but they almost always started that way.
"So are we ready for Christmas?" He asked her, knowing fully well that she was the one in charge.
"Actually," She sighed, "I was thinking about running to Target to get a few last minute stocking stuffers now that the kids are asleep. Want to go?"
He shrugged. Someone needed to accompany his wife or else she'd come back hundreds of dollars later. Target did something weird to her. Not that they couldn't afford is necessarily.
"Sure. I'm in. Let me change." He offered and she did the same. April wrote a note really quickly incase Graycin woke up, he was old enough to babysit now. They both had their cell phones too.
They walked into the garage and got into their SUV. Jackson drove. Target was only a 15 minute drive. When they turned on the radio they heard Joshua Radin's song "Today" on an oldies channel. "Our wedding song." Jackson grinned. April was just thinking the same thing. The resort had played the song for them when April walked down the aisle to meet Jackson, even though they were the only ones there. It was still a special song for them. April held his hand, or his arm really for the rest of the way to Target.
When they got there they were lucky the one by them was open late on Christmas Eve. Jackson pushed a cart and followed April around. She bought a few more bags of candy and stocking stuffers, a couple of books for Erin and Colin who were the readers of the family and a photo album for his mother. She was working on putting one together for her Christmas gift, but since she wouldn't actually see Catherine until a few days after Christmas this year, she still had time.
"Do we need anything else?" She turned around, asking her husband who was hunched over the cart he was pushing while checking his emails on his phone.
He shrugged. He was just along for the ride. "Are we making breakfast in the morning?"
She nodded. "I was thinking about making a French toast casserole…thing… I found the idea on Pinterest."
He laughed. She was always on Pinterest. "Do we need anything for it?"
"No, we have everything. I picked it up earlier at the market. I might actually get a few more candy canes to add onto the tree tonight though." She spoke to herself, directing them both back over to the Christmas candy. They checked out and made it home within an hour. All of the kids were still blissfully asleep.
Jackson decorated the rest of the tree with the candy canes which had somehow became a tradition in their home late night Christmas Eve once the kids were asleep. April stuffed their stockings that they were still getting. Together they put the rest of the presents under the tree.
The next morning April was up at six am, expecting the kids to be up. But they weren't. And then Jackson was up and they still weren't.
He leaned over to her side of the bed where his wife laid on her stomach, still cozy under all the sheets and blankets. "Good morning, Baby."
She hummed back a blissful "Good morning. Merry Christmas."
"Can I have my Christmas present now?" He asked her huskily. It had also been their tradition to wake up before the kids were up for an early morning workout. Fourteen years going strong.
"Are you sure it's not too late? It's after six." She asked him, double checking the clock by her side of the bed.
"April, they're older now. They're sleeping in. And they know because of that one time to always knock when our door is closed." He teased, but became more serious by kissing a path from her shoulders up to her long neck making her moan.
She nodded and he rolled her onto her back, only to crawl on top of her in the most familiar of ways. She was already breathing heavy but when she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth to stay quiet when his hands started wandering, he almost lost it. They knew how to be quick, since the kids could be up at any minute. He pulled her pajama pants off and she helped him push his boxers down just enough to free himself. He'd never slept with a shirt on which always made things easier.
He had to take a second to pull her tank top over her head because her breasts were calling to him. He face plummeted into them, paying equal attention to each and showing them his appreciation. First he took them both in the palm of his hands, rubbing the pads of his thumbs across her nipples to feel how hard they were and then he took one in his mouth and ran his tongue across it. And then the other. By this time April was already almost there, her breathing was labored and she needed him.
"Jackson!" She mumbled impatiently into his shoulder, biting and gently thrusting her hips up to show her need for him.
He nodded, holding himself against her entrance and pushing until he was fully surrounded by her. Her back arched and her hands snuck under her pillow while she tried to be quiet. But the way he was moving inside of her, thrusting relentlessly made her want to scream.
"Shh," He hushed, using his own mouth to quiet hers. Every time he pounded into her, she felt it all the way down to her toes. His hands moved from her breasts down to her hips, holding her tightly in his arms.
She rolled them so she could be on top and watched him groan as his head hit her pillow. She worked him hard, moving up and down on him at an even quicker pace that she set. Her hands found his and held them above his head while she rode him.
Jackson shuddered at the feeling of her bare breasts pressed up against his chest, feeling her rock on top of him. She worked him perfectly. Within a few minutes her own orgasm overtook her and he followed immediately, emptying inside of her until she collapsed on top of him.
Not even thirty seconds later they heard the pitter-patter of feet and doors in the living room. The kids were up.