Eden returned his kiss, noting how soft his cheek was compared to Chase’s rough-bearded cheek, and replied in his ear with a whisper, “Merry Christmas, Mason. Have a good time.”
In a long conversation with her new best friend and confidant, she had expressed the importance of family and what being without one felt like. Mason must have been listening closer than she thought. This made her heart swell with pride.
Mason released her and gave Chase a chest-to-chest slam, wishing him a Merry Christmas too. He waved as the elevator closed and Chase laughed.
“He definitely has the hots for you!”
Eden laughed out loud, and Chase swept her up into his arms again and hit the stairs, taking them two by two. Eden squealed and the bedroom door slammed loudly when they got inside, echoing throughout the apartment.
***
It was Christmas Eve, and Eden found that she couldn’t sleep; the excitement was just too much. She couldn’t remember looking forward to Christmas before and felt like she was a little kid waiting for Santa to arrive. She wrapped last-minute presents and had more coffee than her norm, waiting for Chase to wake.
Roaming around the apartment aimlessly, a cheeky idea entered her mind, and she took off, intent on making her idea a reality, but she needed to hurry while Chase slept. He was a morning person, and his internal clock would be ringing soon.
When Chase woke, he found the bed empty. She was up before him, which he found highly unusual. He normally had to fight to get her out of bed. Eden was not a morning person, although she was becoming one to the joy of his libido. He rose and pulled on a pair of black, satin pajama bottoms that sat nicely exposing the V of his muscular male hips that Eden loved so much.
When he came to the landing, a huge smile crossed his face, and his eyebrows rose, happy at the sight before him.
Eden was completely naked except for a red Santa hat, red stilettos and lace-trimmed hold-up stockings. She lay in the large chair, her head on one arm, and one leg crossed over the other.
“Merry Christmas Eve, darling!” she purred, and Chase’s chin nearly hit the floor.
“Merry Christmas Eve, indeed!” Chase said hoarsely. “Wait right there, don’t move!”
Eden wondered what he was doing, and bit her lip, delighted at the effect she had on him. Chase returned out of breath and held out a closed fist. “Close your eyes,” he demanded.
Eden closed her eyes tight and felt Chase run his fingers over her ankle and something cold touch against her. A chill ran up her spine, causing goose bumps to form on her silky skin.
“Ok, open your eyes.”
Eden raised her ankle in the air for a better look. The light sparkled along the tri-gold, braided ankle bracelet with a charm and something written on it she couldn’t make it out. “What does it say?” she asked.
“Miniera,” he said.
“Mine. This makes it official, I’m yours.” She was overwhelmed that he had the charm inscribed in Italian for her. “I love it!” She put her arms up for him to come to her for a hug, but he held back.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I want to always remember you just like this, at this very moment.” He moved to her, lowering himself to the floor beside her. He ran his hand across her belly and she shuddered at his touch.
Eden raised her leg into the air and over his head, turning to face him, his eyes taking in all of her. His erection had nowhere to hide behind the flimsy material of his pajama bottoms, and she glowed with appreciation at his manhood, as it stood at attention for only her.
He buried his face into her hot, wet cleft and lapped at her, greedy for all he could get. With an arched back, she giggled at his quick response, his eager tongue working its magic. Writhing about with delight, her orgasm rippled from head to toe, and she shook as it tore through her, moaning her enjoyment loudly, holding nothing back. Her hands tangled in his raven curls, she pulled until she was totally discharged, and he growled as his scalp burned with gratifying pain.
Chase leaned into her, forcing her back into the chair, kneading her breasts. She pushed against his chest in protest. “Wait! Trade places.”
Chase moved so that he was sitting on the chair. Eden tugged at his pajama bottoms, and he lifted up enough for her to slip the bottoms away, throwing them to the side. He held her hips expecting her to straddle him, but she took his hands and pushed them away. She got down on her knees between his legs, and he looked at her, shocked at the idea that crossed his mind. Reality bit, and he stopped her as she came forward, wrapping her hand around his cock.
“Baby, you don’t have to…I’d never demand that from you.” He was serious with his conviction.
“I know.” Eyes heavy with yearning, she wanted to please him and knew exactly what she had to do. “I want to.” She licked her lips while she watched him. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back, as she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, following the thick vein leading the way to his craving. What man didn’t want his woman’s mouth wrapped around his cock?
“Oh fuck! You’re gonna kill me,” he moaned, moving his hands to either side of her head, leaving control to her but holding lightly just to feel her closeness.
“But could you think of a better way to go?” She laughed.
Eden ran her tongue up the thick vein from the base to the tip of his cock again with a smile. Chase took a deep breath and exhaled a quiet moan. She circled the head of his penis with her tongue, running it across his slit, tasting his musky, masculine pre-cum, strong and salty. A thrill shot to her clit, and she squeezed tight at the thrill it gave her. He was so large, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to take him in enough to satisfy him.
Eden tightened her grip and stroked his shaft as she closed her mouth over the crown of his cock and slid up and down over and over again, sucking and stroking until her lips hurt from shielding her teeth. She tried to take him deeper, but as she breathed through her nose to stop her gag reflex, she knew she was as far as she was going to go.
Chase moaned his enjoyment as he watched her. He knew that she was having trouble with his size. “Relax, baby, don’t try so hard…ohhh…just do what you’re doing baby. It feels so good.”
Ensnaring his fingers in her hair, he held her as her head bobbed up and down slowly until he had all he could take. His climax was looming, and he needed to be inside her, filling her hot wet cavity.
“Stop, baby, or I’m going to cum,” he protested, giving her a hair a gentle yank and shifting his hips back.
She stopped and released him, took a deep breath, and grinned. “Go ahead and tell me you didn’t like that.”
Chase laughed out loud as he spun her around. Leaning over the chair with her ass in the air, he closed in, wrapping his arm around her hips, and shoved his cock into her inch by agonizing inch. She cried out at the intense pleasure of him moving deeper and deeper inside her with every stroke. Reaching her hands back to grasp his ass, he glided in and out of her unhurriedly, rocking her to another climax. He could feel her legs vibrate and her fingernails digging into his flesh as the last of her juices flowed over him, and she called out his name.
Chase pulled from her, regaining control, the urge to cum so close. He traded places with her again sitting on the chair with her back to him. Lowering her onto his cock, he held her hips as he raised and lowered her in a steady rhythm; she took over, riding him like a wild stallion. The head of his cock forced against her cervix almost painfully, a wonderful pain. His climax came slowly, rising from the depths to burst like a rampage, some of his hot seed escaping and trickling over his sac.
“Fuck, baby, what you do to me!” he roared as the last of his hot semen burst into her. She lay back against his chest, totally spent, breathing heavily while he held her breasts in his hands and growled into her ear.
“I take it that was good for you?” she laughed, enjoying his fondling.
“Better than good…truth be told? You shocked the shit outta me.” His v
oice was rough and husky.
“Truth be told? I shocked the shit out of me too. I’ve never…gone down on a man.” Her confession made him feel privileged to be her first and only.
“And?” He waited.
“And what? You tell me and,” she said, sitting up and turning to see his face. He was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“You can’t tell by the smile on my face?”
He suddenly got serious, which made her feel strange. “I honestly thought you weren’t into it. I would never ask you to do that. But I loved it.”
“Duly noted and just so you know…I liked it. It felt good to pleasure you,” she said as he pulled her close to him.
“You always please me, never doubt my pleasure.” He held his hand around her throat and licked across her ear, with no threat of harm, just a dominant gesture that thrilled her to the bone.
“I don’t.”
“Was this the something you meant when you said you liked the landing?” he asked her, his thoughts turning to events yet to come before this day was through.
“One of many somethings that could take place on this landing.” She laughed. “Let’s go have a shower.”
“Ok, then I’ll make us brunch.” He lifted her to stand, and she removed her Santa hat, throwing it onto the chair. She laughed wildly as he threw her over his shoulder like a caveman and strolled to the bathroom, slapping her lightly on the ass.
***
After a brunch consisting of French toast with blueberries and maple syrup imported from Canada, they shared cleaning up the mess since Hazel was away visiting family for the holidays. Eden washed while Chase dried and put away the dishes, Chase taking every opportunity to caress his hands over her body, and she thrilled at his touch.
“What would you like to do now?” Chase asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Let’s go for a walk in the snow,” she suggested. The storm last evening had dropped at least four inches on the ground, but not nearly enough to stop the city from bustling in the wake of Christmas. The spirit of the season had grasped a hold of Eden, and she was going with it, inspired to make each moment last.
“It’s cold outside,” he said, shaking her as if a chill was running through him, making her squirm and laugh.
She pleaded her case, “I know it’s cold, I’m well aware. Come on, be a sport? We can window shop and laugh at all the morons that haven’t finished their Christmas shopping yet,” she said, trying to make it sound like it would be so much more fun than he knew it would be. “I’ll buy you a hot cocoa at Starbucks?” She stroked her hand over his butt, and he gave in.
“Ok, but remove your hand from my posterior or we won’t be leaving the apartment.” He took her hand and melted a kiss into her palm.
***
The street was alive with activity, crowds of people scurrying to get last-minute presents and children on a high, hooting and hollering as they looked in toyshop windows, driving their parents crazy with I-wants. Santas on practically every corner ringing bells in hopes of gathering money for the poor made it all feel that much more like Christmas from a Dickens novel.
As they walked in silence, taking it all in, Chase held her hand tight, keeping close in fear of losing her in the crowd. She smiled up at him and visibly shivered.
“You’re cold. Let’s go home and cuddle by the fire,” Chase suggested, pulling her to stop and burying his face in her scarfed neck.
“Yes, I’m cold, but I’m fine. When do we have to be at your mom’s tomorrow?” she asked, hoping the change in subject would distract him from the weather and trying to get her warm.
“I figured we would head over at two or so. That way we can sleep in, and I can give you a little Christmas goose.” He smiled.
“Oh, I’d like that! And presents too, don’t forget the presents,” she reminded him.
“How could I forget?” He laughed. “Let’s get that cocoa now.”
The coffee shop was busy as a Santa ho-ho-ho’d his way around, giving out candy canes and gift certificates for future visits to drum up business. Chase got their hot chocolate, and they sat on the window bench as all the tables were taken, holding hands and sipping the hot brew.
“So what did you ask Santa for?” she asked him.
“I have everything I’ve ever wanted sitting right here beside me, baby. I don’t need anything else.” She felt her blush rush to her face, and he tightened his grip on her hand, smiling.
She observed him for a long moment; he had such a contented look on his face. “You may not need anything, but what do you want? You must want something?” she insisted.
“What I want will come later, baby,” he told her, and she laughed and nudged him. “What do you want? Did you ask Santa for something shiny and new, maybe red and hot?”
“You really have a one-track mind, Mr. Dean.” She finished her drink and put the mug on the bench beside her.
“What? I was thinking of a fire truck. You’re the one that was thinking naughty thoughts!” He laughed, pointing to a woman standing in the line with a boxed fire truck toy, and they laughed out loud as they made their way out the door, back to the cold street.
Chase pointed out a shop window featuring naughty lingerie at one end and bridal dresses at the other. He was admiring the little slinky numbers with lace and ribbon, black, red and green silky fabrics, and Eden pulled him away shaking her head. She had a drawer full of sexy lingerie and thought of the waste of money it was, because as fast as she got it on, he had it torn off, literally.
They stood in the window of the travel agent’s, talking about the tropical display and how tacky it was. “Still dream of traveling on the Love Boat?” Chase laughed at her childhood dream.
“No, I can just sail on Pleasure when I get the craving. Tell me where you’ve traveled,” she said, jealous of the fact that he had spent family vacations all over the world.
“You name a place, and I’ve probably been there, not that I enjoyed it. You don’t really appreciate what you had as a kid, and travelling for business, you just don’t see anything because you have to work most of the time.”
She held her hand to her heart and sighed dramatically. “My heart’s breaking for you,” she said sarcastically while staring at the posters on the interior walls.
“If you could go anywhere in the world right at this minute, where would you want to go?” Chase asked her, rubbing their hands together for warmth.
Without the slightest hesitation, she answered him. “Italy. The Amalfi Coast. It’s all mountains and sea. It just looks so beautiful. What about you? Where would you go?”
“I’d go anywhere as long as you were there.” He pulled her away from the window in the direction of home. “For now, I want to go home, make dinner, and then play naughty sex games with the woman I love.”
“Ok, I give in. We’ll go home…you know I love playtime.”
The walk back to the apartment was cold and blustery. Large, sparkling snowflakes started to fall gracefully from the sky when they reached their destination. Eden stood for a few moments, watching them glide slowly to the sidewalk as Chase watched her.
Welcoming the warmth that the apartment offered, they quickly escaped their coats and boots and retreated to the kitchen where Chase turned on the fire. Eden settled in at the table with a glass of her favorite wine.
She watched Chase as he poured heavy cream into a skillet containing shrimp, tortellini, onions, thyme, dill, hot sauce, garlic, and cheese, stirring everything together until it was hot and bubbling, before spooning it into large spaghetti bowls. He placed them on the table, the steam wafting into the air. The smell was heavenly entering her nostrils, and she made an mmm sound. Chase sat beside her with his bowl of pasta and glass of wine, happily sharing her body heat.
“This is great. You keep cooking like this, and I’m going to get fat.” She enjoyed more than she should have, but Chase was such a wonderful cook.
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br /> “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll help you work off the extra calories,” he said, smoothing his hand over her rear end.
“Oh, ha ha ha!” she laughed wryly, wiggling in her seat.
They finished dinner and shared the cleaning. The phone rang while they were enjoying the last of the wine. Eden sat watching Chase as he spoke to the caller, exchanging Christmas wishes and plans for the holidays, along with empty promises of a get together before the New Year.
Chase winked at her with a smile when he caught her staring, making her heart skip a beat. He could cause her heart to race and her knees to weaken just by being in the same room. She hoped that would never change. Rising from her chair and walking over to where he stood, she smoothed her hands down his chest, pulling his shirt free from the waist of his jeans, and ran her hands up under his shirt tail, over his belly to his chest. Eden felt his nipples tighten with her touch and pinched them, watching his face. His eyes closed, and a tiny moan escaped him. He cleared his throat so the caller would be unaware of his excitement.
“Listen, gotta run but we’ll get together…and have a good Christmas. Kiss Beth for me.” Chase hung up, ending his conversation before he became speechless. He gave her a raised-eyebrow, what-the-fuck look, and Eden shrugged her shoulders, trying to look innocent with a sexy little twist.
“Come.” He took her hand and headed off down the hall. Eden giggled with a thrill as her man took control with his demand.
When they entered the workout room, the smile left her face, replaced with regret. She should have kept her big mouth shut about those extra calories. She’d just never learn. “But it’s Christmas Eve,” she grumbled.
“Yes and we won’t have another chance to get in a workout for a few days. That combined with too much food and booze…come on, I’ll make it worth your while,” he said with a seductive tone, stripping down to his t-shirt and briefs. She smiled at the sight of him, and in turn, stripped to her bra and boy shorts.
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