Eden's Pleasure (Pulse Book 1) (47 page)

“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.

“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.

“Ok, but we watch
It’s a Wonderful Life
before bed,” she said, raising her hands over her head in a slow stretch, bending at the waist, pushing her butt up and out enticingly.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, watching her as she curled up her spine to a straight, standing position. “Deal.”

After their workout they playfully showered and decided on nightwear for the movie. Eden dressed in a long, red satin negligee, slit completely up each side and held closed only by a few ribbons tied into bows, and matching crotchless panties. Over it, she chose her usual robe so as not to give away her apparel choice to Chase before the time was right. Chase wore his usual black satin pajama bottoms with a lush black terry robe.

***

“Teacher says every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.”

Eden heard the little voice and the sound of people singing “Auld Lang Syne,” aware that she had fallen asleep and missed the end of the movie. She opened her eyes to an empty room, sat up, and stretched with a yawn. In the distance she could hear the sound of a piano. Since Chase was not beside her, she decided he had gotten bored with the movie, choosing to listen to music instead.

Turning off the TV and lights as she left the room in search of her man, and a nice warm bed to share with him, she listened into the distance. As she got closer and closer to the living room, she determined that the music she was hearing could not be from the stereo system. It was too vibrant and clear, and she could feel the music vibrating under her bare feet as she padded across the floor.

“Rhapsody on a Theme” played softly through the air as she came around the Christmas tree. Eden held her hand to her mouth to hold back a gasp when she saw Chase sitting at the piano. He weaved gracefully across the keys as he played. She chose to stand quietly, listening and watching. He was very good, and she appreciated what she was hearing.

Her heart tugged as she thought of his struggle with himself as he dealt with Clair’s suicide. This could only mean that he was moving past it. She smiled through her tears, happy to hear her favorite music being played by the man she loved so much.

As he finished the piece, she walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He didn’t startle, making her wonder if he knew she had been there all along. He put his hand on hers and moved her to sit with him on the bench. Wiping away a tear that ran down his cheek, she rested her head on his shoulder, sitting in silence for many long minutes.

“Are you ok?” she finally said. “That was really beautiful.”

“I’m good…really good,” he concluded, but didn’t smile, and she couldn’t read his face. He ran his fingers over the keys as if to feel the smooth, cool touch of each one, then he closed the lid over them in a dramatic conclusion.

“Maybe one day I will play for you again, my love.” He stood, taking her with him. He was eerily quiet. “Stay right there,” he told her as he left the room, returning a moment later with a faux-fur blanket. He laid it out in front of the Christmas tree, took her face in his hands, and melted his lips over hers.

“I need you, baby.” His whispered words over her lips stirring her heart, the look on his face was pure, unadulterated desire, his eyes lidded heavily with want.

“I need you, too.” Eden spoke so softly and breathless across Chase’s cheek. He turned his face and rubbed his cheek to hers with his eyes closed and sighed.

Chase untied her robe, slipped his hands inside, moving it off her shoulders. It landed on the floor, and he practically drooled at the sight of her standing in front of him. He swallowed hard, appraising her from head to toe and back again. The satin shimmered in the twinkling lights from the tree, and her perked nipples pressed visibly against the fabric. He squeezed her breasts firmly, rubbing her nipples against the palms of his hands and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. He removed his robe and threw it aside, wrapping his arm around her, easing her onto the blanket.

He lay at her side, leaning on his elbow while, and with his other hand, he pulled each ribbon at her sides until they no longer hindered his ridding her of the garment. He lifted it over her head, slid it out from under her body and tossed it aside. He was about to tear free her panties when he moved his hand to smooth over her mound, only to discover unimpeded hot wet flesh and smiled into her eyes. She blushed at his findings and bit into her lip.

“Very nice…a Christmas present for me?” he whispered, dipping a finger into the crotchless opening, and pulling slightly. His cock grew harder still, standing at full attention, pushing against his bottoms, a wet stain of pre-cum on the satin. He briskly relieved himself of them, pressing his cock against her thigh.

“For you.” She shifted her thigh against his cock and shivered.

“Are you cold, baby?”

“No. Hot, very hot!” she purred.

Their tongues mingled in hot passionate kisses, holding each other tight, enjoying each other’s taste, and the sounds of quiet moans and groans, as they explored with their hands, slowly, silently.

Chase glided his hand over her sex, cupping it gently, her hips lifting to meet his touch. He circled the lacy fabric with his fingertip, and inserted his finger excruciatingly slow into her hot wet opening. Eden let out an eager
mmm
sound into his mouth, wiggling to hurry his movements. She slid her hands over his back, up into his hair, and gracefully sliding back down to his rear end sending shivers through him.

Smoothly and patiently, he began to fondle her clit with drenched fingertips. She was soaking wet as she rocked her hips to meet his controlled rhythm, her breath heavy against his lips. He released her mouth from his, and they both gasped for air.

He brought her to climax easily with his expert fingering strokes. Her entire body tensed against him, shaking, digging her nails into the flesh of his back; she came in a delicious crest, holding tight, until she was completely undone.

Chase gently climbed onto her, spreading her legs open wider with his knees, and gradually pushed his cock into her slick, lace-frilled opening. She was drenched like never before, making his entry into her tight opening far more possible, given his immense size.

He rocked his hips in slow, sensual circles, taking his time, enjoying the feel of her sucking him deep into her, her moans and groans of pleasure mixed with his, filling the room. His control was maxing out, he was still holding deep inside her while drawing his attention to her breasts, fondling, licking, and teasing until he regained control of his orgasm, bringing himself back down before continuing his erotic loitering rhythm once more.

Chase’s endurance went on and on. He seemed to be in a tranquil world with her. Transfixed, he glided in and out, through her numerous orgasms. Slow, pleasurable, waves of tingling ran through Eden, the experience of his gentleness so exhilarated.

So near another orgasm, her body was coated in a thin layer of perspiration, tightening her inner muscles around his cock, her juices flowing from her pussy, running down her ass as her climax neared. She had never been so wet, and his stamina was shocking. She lost track of time. Feeling like she was outside her body at times, she had lost count of the amount of orgasms she had had.

Chase reached his hand between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb, bringing her to a final, fevered orgasm. Beads of sweat formed on his face, and his arms shook. His hair and back were soaked from the intensity of his fortitude, his explosive orgasm was immense. With each shot of hot cum splashing against her cervix, he cried out his extreme pleasure in the form of her name, until he collapsed onto her and rolled to rest beside her, totally spent.

They lay, staring up at the tree’s flickering lights trying to recover, their breathing easing back to a normal rate, each wiping the sweat from their faces. He had been so tender and loving, had not demanded total control. He whispered loving words, no crude, commanding discourse. Her eyes welled up with tears. She was drained both emotionally and physically.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispered into her ear, holding her tight. He wiped her tears away and wrapped his robe over her.

“I love you so much,” she told him between sobs.

Christmas Morning

“Open your eyes, darling? Please?” Eden begged. “It’s Christmas!”

Chase heard her snicker devilishly and felt the bed dip down as she climbed over to his side. When she straddled his hips, sitting her naked butt atop his morning hard-on, he opened one eye wide and smiled. Chase stretched his arms over his head, pushing his hips up, forcing his morning wood against her, his way of announcing the inevitable. Rolling her under his body, he made love to her, rushed and fevered, until they both reached orgasm and lay contented, watching the snow fall outside the window.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Chase said, running his knuckles across her cheek.

“Mmm…Merry Christmas to you…Presents! Let’s go open presents!” Eden said, sitting up and leaning over the bed’s edge, looking for her robe on the floor.

“Shower first,” he told her, pulling her back and kissing her.

“Fine.” Her snotty tone with a pouty lip made Chase laugh aloud. He reached under her knees, lifting her into his arms and walked to the bathroom.

***

Chase brought her a mug of hot, fresh coffee, and she took a sip before setting it on the coffee table beside her. A variety of naughty gifts lay under the tree, waiting for the many nights and days of fun they had planned for them. A box containing a bright red vibrator and matching cock ring, many bottles of lotions and potions in all different flavors, and a pair of handcuffs and satin rope came from “Santa.” They eyed each and laughed.