A Moosehead Christmas

"Ava?" I call, leaving the mudroom and going into the kitchen. Dinner is simmering on the stove. The farther I walk into the house, I notice how clutter-free the family room is. It's usually covered in sippy cups, Cheerios, and toys. Clean but lived in. For a brief second, I wonder if we've been reverse robbed but chuckle to myself instead. Even the TV is off, and I don't think I've seen it in the daylight hours in three years. Usually, kid crap is on out here the entire time they are awake.

"Back here," she replies, and I follow the sound to our bedroom. Leaning against the door jam, I find her sitting on our big bed, watching an old episode of Law and Order: SVU while folding our never-ending pile of bath towels.

"Where are the kids?" I ask, moving to stand next to her. When she tips her head up for a kiss, I lean down and give her one.

"With your parents for the night," she answers, her voice breathy.

A whole night alone with my unbelievably sexy wife? Yes, please. I move over to the bed, grab a stack of towels, and head into the bathroom to put them in the linen closet. I do the same for the second stack but put them in the hall closet instead.

"How'd you manage that?" I ask chuckling.

"I got on the schedule weeks ago," she says, laughing, and I join her. My parents have strict babysitting rules unless there is an emergency. I get it. They have four kids and lots of grandkids, so rules make sense. Besides, she won’t let anyone outside of the family watch the kids. "How was work?"

"Good. Glad I'm done until January. You?"

'It was fine. I could just kill your brother, though,” she says, her eyes flashing.

"Which one? There are a few choices.”

"Max."

"Did Rose get upset again?"

"Oh my God, he's crazy,” she says overdramatically. I want to roll my eyes, but she hates that shit, and I’m not a complete dumbass.

"No, he's not, baby. He doesn't want to risk her safety. He can't live without her. You remember what it was like before. He wasn't functioning. Jace took the kids. He barely left her side. You were here; you know what it was like for him, for all of us."

"Alright, I know, but come on…"

AvaLynn, it's none of our business."

"But…"

"Let it go," I warn sternly. If I don't end this, she could spiral with this. She's done it before. I understand she's worried about Rose’s happiness, but her worrying about this won't change anything. It's an issue they need to work out as husband and wife.

"Fine," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. I put the rest of the laundry away, then turn the oven off, and when I come back into the bedroom, she's still pissed.

"Baby, are you going to stay mad at me all night?"

"Yes," she says.

"Well, that doesn't seem like a good use of our free time tonight, wife," I chastise.

"What did you have in mind?" she asks hesitantly. She knows exactly what I have in mind.

"Open those legs and let me taste you," I say. She lets me tug on the sash of her silk robe. "For starters." She grins at me.

"You're terrible, Hamm. Just terrible."

"You love me," I state.

"You know that I d-do," she says, her voice hitching as my tongue hits her clit. "Fuck," she cries as I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy opening. She tastes like heaven, sinful, and sweet simultaneously. She comes, screaming my name. Leaning up, I pull my shirt over my head and pull my pants down just enough to slam into her. She's tight. So goddamn tight even after all this time.

"Hamm, please," she begs. She knows what begging does to me. This time is going to be fast. I've missed all day, and I can't hold back. Reaching between us, I feel where we are joined as one. She moans as her pussy is filled with more than just my cock. I pump my fingers around my aching length a few times before pulling her sticky sweetness from her and rub her clit with it, bringing her off quickly.

"Good girl," I groan, my dick getting bigger, my balls tightening.

"Fill my pussy, Hammmm. I'm craving it," she says, wringing out every last drop of her pleasure.

I have no choice; I can't hold back any longer. I unleash a torrent of come into her already full womb. Leaning down, I give her a soul-searing kiss.

"Damn baby," I growl, pulling out of her heat. I fall onto the bed beside her and pull her close to me. She squirms out of my embrace and gets out of bed, tying her robe once again.

“Come back to bed, AvaLynn.”

“I’m still mad at you; besides, I’m starving,” she smiles big before taking off in a run. I know I am forgiven. This is the kind of run that I know exactly how it will end. It always ends with her and I making love to her wherever the hell I catch her. The backyard was particularly memorable. I get out of bed and take off after her.