“Come on, little bat,” Jameson tells her, referring to her by her favorite nickname. “Let’s leave your Mom in peace for a little bit.”
I smile. Jameson is the perfect dad and the perfect husband. He’s always looking out for his two girls. Since I’ll be whipping up Christmas dinner for us all later, he knows I could use a few extra minutes in bed. I close my eyes for a couple of minutes, but I’m wide awake now. I’m probably just as excited for this day as Little Liza. It’s the first Christmas where she’ll really be getting involved because she’s getting old enough to understand it. It’s going to be a magical day.
I pull on my dressing gown and head downstairs, where Eliza is impatiently poking the gifts under the tree with a critical finger. Jameson looks up at me as I enter the room and stands to kiss me.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he growls. I giggle. Even after years and after having a child, he still sees me as the most beautiful creature on earth. I might not believe it sometimes, but for him, I’m the only woman in the world who can impress him. It feels good, especially on days like this.
“Morning, handsome,” I say, kissing him again. “Should I make us some coffee?”
“Let me,” he says, heading to the kitchen before I can stop him. I blush. He’s always so attentive and I feel like I don’t deserve it. But again, it feels good. Eliza screams out as she pokes a particularly squishy gift.
“Is it a teddy?” she demands. I laugh, scooping her up and sitting her down on my lap.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
The morning goes far too quickly for my liking. Eliza takes her time to shed open her presents, showering us with wrapping paper and kisses for every gift she gets. She might be a diva, but she’s always grateful. At midday, I hear a knock at the door and realize that it must be Cal. I open the door and find him holding the biggest box I’ve ever seen.
“Is that for me?” I ask with a grin. He rolls his eyes.
“Nope. For the little princess. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Cal. I hope you’re hungry. I’m cooking enough food to feed a small army.”
I spend the afternoon flitting between the kitchen and the living room, watching Uncle Cal play with Eliza and Jameson snooze between energetic games of make-believe that Eliza comes up with. Then we sit down for dinner, eating so much that it feels like we’re fit to burst. In the evening, we all eat even more and indulge in some wine while Eliza falls asleep on her father’s lap. By seven o’clock, it’s clear that Christmas has really taken it out of us. Cal gets up to leave.
“Well, this is the best Christmas I’ve had in forever,” he says, leaning to kiss my cheek. “But I need to sleep off my food baby.”
“I think Eliza does too,” Jameson murmurs, ruffling her hair as she stirs sleepily. “I’ll see you tomorrow for drinks, Cal.”
“Great. See you guys later.”
The second Cal is out of the door, Jameson scoops Eliza up to put her to bed. His eyes catching mine.
“And I’ll see you in the bedroom…”
I blush like a schoolgirl. I’ve had sex with Jameson almost every day since I met him, even when I was nine months pregnant, and the size of a whale, but it never gets old. One look from him and I’m weak in the knees. One kiss from him makes me wet between my legs instantly. One word from him and I’m ready for him. He’ll never stop being sexy to me, even when we’re old and grey.
I’m waiting for him in the bedroom when he returns, lying naked on the bed. He growls as he pulls off his Christmas sweater and discards it on the floor.
“Finally, a moment to ourselves,” he growls, kissing my breasts and moving downward, over my stomach and between my legs. As he buries his face between my legs, I think this might be the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received. He begins to pleasure me and I give in to the ecstasy, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. I have the perfect husband, the perfect house, the perfect child. I get sex to die for and my man knows exactly how to give it to me. But I want more and more of this. I want this to last forever. Starting with another addition to our family.
“Put a baby in me,” I moan deeply as he licks my pussy. “I want another baby with you.”
Jameson stops what he’s doing. A growl on his lips. “Your wish is my command.”
As he enters me, I hold him tightly to me and count my blessings. Our family will continue to grow. We’ll continue to thrive. We’ll be stuck in this blissful cycle of love and lust forever…