Worth the Wait

Christmas pt.1

December 25th

"Wake up," Lizzie whispered, kissing my neck gently.

I hummed and opened my eyes, feeling her hand creep around my waist and settle on my stomach under my t-shirt. She was spooning me which was rare. Usually, I'm the big spoon but right now I was not complaining.

"Lizzie," I whispered as she kissed my neck slightly harder.

She hummed, knowing exactly what she was doing. Her hand moved slightly lower and played with the waistband of my underwear.

"Merry Christmas," she mumbled against my neck, running her fingers through my folds.

I bit back a moan and parted my legs slightly. She smiled and continued her attack on my neck, pushing two of her fingers inside me.

"Mhm baby," I sighed, placing my hand on hers to direct her in the right direction as this was a whole new position for us both, "fuck right there, keep going," I said, bucking my hips against her hand.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

I nodded and bit my bottom lip, "it feels a-amazing."

She smirked and moved slightly faster, curling her fingers inside me as she pumped faster and harder. I felt my walls start to close very quickly but Lizzie shook her head.

"Hold it," she whispered into my ear, kissing the side of my head.

I groaned and nodded, keeping my hips moving. She knew exactly what to do to make me feel amazing and she was doing exactly that. Her kisses slowed down and she pulled my face towards hers, kissing my lips harshly with her fingers still inside me. Our tongues met quickly, and I let out a deep moan into her mouth when she pressed down on my clit. It was building up again, only this time I wouldn't be able to hold it down. As my walls started to close and Lizzie's fingers found it hard to move the bedroom door burst open. Her hand quickly pulled away and we positioned ourselves suspiciously apart.

"Merry Christmas!!" Nat shouted, running up to us and jumping on the bed.

My breathing was still very uneven now that I was bought to my high twice but left with no conclusion. Lizzie noticed and shuffled close to me, kissing my head.

"I'll make it up to you," she whispered into my ear with a smirk.

I nodded and took a shaky breath before sitting up and smiling at our daughter who was sitting in front of us with her stocking that Jarnie had made her for her first Christmas.

"Merry Christmas baby," I smiled to Natasha, placing my hand on Lizzie's thigh.

"Can I open my presents?" she asked, jumping up and down.

Lizzie giggled and nodded, "go on darling."

We spent the next hour laughing at Natasha carefully opening each present and then folding the paper up next to her, creating a pile of very neatly placed paper. Lizzie told her that it was not going to get reused, but she didn't care, she wanted to make it look neat. An hour later she had unwrapped everything in her stocking and was leaning on my legs, playing with a Rubix cube that Santa knew would be something to keep her busy and away from our bedroom. We had decided as a family that we would get Mcdonald's breakfast, get ready for the day and then go downstairs and find what was left under the tree. It was our first Christmas as a family so Lizzie wanted to find the perfect tree, as a result, it wasn't delivered until mid-day yesterday, but it really was perfect. It was worth the wait 100%. We decided that next year when we have a small baby, we would just get a fake tree and use it for the next 10 years or until it was physically falling apart. When I returned from my morning wee Lizzie was wearing a matching t-shirt to Natasha. They were both smirking and Lizzie handed one over to me.