Giving Chase
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Dee and Maggie had a great time shopping despite the horrible crowds at the mall just two weeks before Christmas. Maggie bought a beautiful watch for Kyle and the engraving was finished so she picked that up first. Dee bought some sexy silk boxers for Arthur and Maggie got the last item on her list for Kyle, the new golf club he’d been drooling over. She had everything wrapped and drove over to the Chase’s for dinner.
“Hello all!” she called out as she let herself in with the packages she’d purchased that day. She put them under the gigantic tree in the formal living room and saw that the mound of presents had mutated and wondered what it would look like by Christmas day when everyone in the family had added theirs. She smiled when she saw that Polly had knitted her a stocking and it was hanging next to Kyle’s over the fireplace. A rush of warmth stole over her, she felt like she truly belonged. She had a place for the first time in her life.
“Hi, baby,” Kyle said as he came into the room.
“Mmmm. What did I do to deserve that?” she asked dreamily after he’d kissed her thoroughly.
“You simply exist, Red. There’s plenty more where that came from after we get home.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Did you buy me lots and lots of presents?” He grinned, looking around her at the boxes she’d just put under the tree.
“You’re bad, Kyle Chase. Spoiled rotten bad.” She laughed. “By the way, speaking of always getting what you want—I must have bumped into a dozen women who all pretended to care about me in order to ask about you. Checking on your availability.” She snorted.
“I’m taken. Too bad for them. They’ll have to deal with it.”
She sure did. Kyle knew it’d been a hard thing to deal with how women looked at him every time they were out but she’d done it. He showed her every day how much he loved her and wanted her and her only. She was finally in a place where she felt secure. That made him proud. And glad she knew she could always trust his commitment to her.
“Maggie, honey? Did I hear you come in?” Polly called out as she came around the corner.
“Hey, Mom, what’s happening?” Maggie asked, getting up to hug her.
Polly shot her son a huge grin. Kyle knew it tickled her to no end that Maggie had started calling her mom. She was also over the moon about Kyle’s plans to ask Maggie to marry him. Edward had asked Polly to marry him on Christmas Day. In fact, several Chase and Landry marriages started with a Christmas Day proposal.
Polly told them of the complicated chess game of organization of who slept where on Christmas Eve and Maggie volunteered her air mattress and trundle bed to help. She also offered to sleep in separate rooms from Kyle but he vetoed it and Polly refused, saying she was just fine with them in together. Polly wanted them both there together to celebrate her first Christmas with them.
It would be a stretch, but everyone would fit somehow and it would be lovely to share the morning together.
On Christmas Eve morning, Maggie woke up and stretched. Taking her time, she looked at the long naked lines of Kyle’s body with a lazy smile. He was all hers. She got up quietly to run down and turn on the coffee maker before coming back up to shower.
“Hey, I think you missed a spot,” Kyle said, stepping into the shower stall behind her. He took the sponge from her and soaped her back and down over the curves of her ass. He licked the cinnamon freckles of her shoulders and up her neck to her ear. He brought the sponge around and abraded her ni**les with it, while tonguing her ear. Her eyes closed and she leaned back into him.
In her life she’d never felt so cherished and loved. His hands on her, his words in her ear wrapped around her heart. To belong to someone like Kyle had just never entered her imagination. Being loved like that was the finest gift life had ever granted her.
Rinsing herself off, she moved him around into the spray so she could do a bit of pampering herself. Stepping on the edge of the tub so she could reach him well, she washed his hair, gently massaging his scalp as she did. He held an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady. Afterwards she scrubbed his back and legs and everything in between. And the in between seemed quite pleased with the attention.
Her soap slicked hands wrapped around his cock. Gaze locked with his, she watched his lips part and his pupils dilate as he thrust, unashamedly into her grip. His free and easy acceptance of his sexuality turned her on immensely. He never hesitated to voice what he wanted or take what he needed.
Hot water rushed over them both, over her hands and arms and his c**k until suddenly he picked her up and plunged inside of her. She cried out at the slice of sensation as he filled her up. He placed a foot on the edge of the tub to support her ass. Needing more of him, Maggie wrapped her thighs around his waist, opening herself up for him.
He slid in and out of her and she lost words for long moments. Her body arched, hands clutched his shoulders.
“I. Love. You.” He spoke each word succinctly with his thrusts.
“Ohmigod. Iloveyoutoo,” she rushed out in a gust of breath.
She looked into the sea green depths of his eyes and he felt like he was falling into her whiskey colored ones. She opened herself to him, made herself vulnerable. It was raw then, tender and ferocious and what she was to him clutched his insides. He snaked a hand between them to find her clit, pressing a thumb over it in the way he knew she liked so much.
“Oh yes,” she moaned out, her hips arching, moving on him. While he watched her face, he saw her eyes glass over. Her pu**y rippled then, clutched him in that slick-hot embrace and climax hit, quicksilver from the base of his spine. He thrust and thrust and thrust as he poured into her, his forehead resting against her collarbone.
“Hello all!” she called out as she let herself in with the packages she’d purchased that day. She put them under the gigantic tree in the formal living room and saw that the mound of presents had mutated and wondered what it would look like by Christmas day when everyone in the family had added theirs. She smiled when she saw that Polly had knitted her a stocking and it was hanging next to Kyle’s over the fireplace. A rush of warmth stole over her, she felt like she truly belonged. She had a place for the first time in her life.
“Hi, baby,” Kyle said as he came into the room.
“Mmmm. What did I do to deserve that?” she asked dreamily after he’d kissed her thoroughly.
“You simply exist, Red. There’s plenty more where that came from after we get home.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Did you buy me lots and lots of presents?” He grinned, looking around her at the boxes she’d just put under the tree.
“You’re bad, Kyle Chase. Spoiled rotten bad.” She laughed. “By the way, speaking of always getting what you want—I must have bumped into a dozen women who all pretended to care about me in order to ask about you. Checking on your availability.” She snorted.
“I’m taken. Too bad for them. They’ll have to deal with it.”
She sure did. Kyle knew it’d been a hard thing to deal with how women looked at him every time they were out but she’d done it. He showed her every day how much he loved her and wanted her and her only. She was finally in a place where she felt secure. That made him proud. And glad she knew she could always trust his commitment to her.
“Maggie, honey? Did I hear you come in?” Polly called out as she came around the corner.
“Hey, Mom, what’s happening?” Maggie asked, getting up to hug her.
Polly shot her son a huge grin. Kyle knew it tickled her to no end that Maggie had started calling her mom. She was also over the moon about Kyle’s plans to ask Maggie to marry him. Edward had asked Polly to marry him on Christmas Day. In fact, several Chase and Landry marriages started with a Christmas Day proposal.
Polly told them of the complicated chess game of organization of who slept where on Christmas Eve and Maggie volunteered her air mattress and trundle bed to help. She also offered to sleep in separate rooms from Kyle but he vetoed it and Polly refused, saying she was just fine with them in together. Polly wanted them both there together to celebrate her first Christmas with them.
It would be a stretch, but everyone would fit somehow and it would be lovely to share the morning together.
On Christmas Eve morning, Maggie woke up and stretched. Taking her time, she looked at the long naked lines of Kyle’s body with a lazy smile. He was all hers. She got up quietly to run down and turn on the coffee maker before coming back up to shower.
“Hey, I think you missed a spot,” Kyle said, stepping into the shower stall behind her. He took the sponge from her and soaped her back and down over the curves of her ass. He licked the cinnamon freckles of her shoulders and up her neck to her ear. He brought the sponge around and abraded her ni**les with it, while tonguing her ear. Her eyes closed and she leaned back into him.
In her life she’d never felt so cherished and loved. His hands on her, his words in her ear wrapped around her heart. To belong to someone like Kyle had just never entered her imagination. Being loved like that was the finest gift life had ever granted her.
Rinsing herself off, she moved him around into the spray so she could do a bit of pampering herself. Stepping on the edge of the tub so she could reach him well, she washed his hair, gently massaging his scalp as she did. He held an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady. Afterwards she scrubbed his back and legs and everything in between. And the in between seemed quite pleased with the attention.
Her soap slicked hands wrapped around his cock. Gaze locked with his, she watched his lips part and his pupils dilate as he thrust, unashamedly into her grip. His free and easy acceptance of his sexuality turned her on immensely. He never hesitated to voice what he wanted or take what he needed.
Hot water rushed over them both, over her hands and arms and his c**k until suddenly he picked her up and plunged inside of her. She cried out at the slice of sensation as he filled her up. He placed a foot on the edge of the tub to support her ass. Needing more of him, Maggie wrapped her thighs around his waist, opening herself up for him.
He slid in and out of her and she lost words for long moments. Her body arched, hands clutched his shoulders.
“I. Love. You.” He spoke each word succinctly with his thrusts.
“Ohmigod. Iloveyoutoo,” she rushed out in a gust of breath.
She looked into the sea green depths of his eyes and he felt like he was falling into her whiskey colored ones. She opened herself to him, made herself vulnerable. It was raw then, tender and ferocious and what she was to him clutched his insides. He snaked a hand between them to find her clit, pressing a thumb over it in the way he knew she liked so much.
“Oh yes,” she moaned out, her hips arching, moving on him. While he watched her face, he saw her eyes glass over. Her pu**y rippled then, clutched him in that slick-hot embrace and climax hit, quicksilver from the base of his spine. He thrust and thrust and thrust as he poured into her, his forehead resting against her collarbone.
