by L Chapman
This book is a written act of fiction. The names characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, actual events locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
To all those who believe in the magic of Christmas.
Merry Christmas
Grandad – Thank you for everything you have ever done for me and the hours you have spent teaching me those little things that I will never forget.
I love you.
You will lead a rich and successful life.
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Our First Time
Mark is sitting on the sofa while working on his laptop. I have seen him do this so often in the months we have shared together, yet each time he does, I am taken aback by how sexy he can make mere work look. His eyes mesmerize me. The saying, “the eyes are the windows to the soul,” must have known Mark’s eyes. I don't believe I can stay away from my feelings of desire anymore. All I can think about is touching him, and in turn, him touching me. I can almost feel his lips trailing kisses and covering my body as we fall into each other. He says he is patient, but the patience is wearing very thin for me. I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. Tonight, I will place Lucy in her own room to sleep. I want alone time with Mark. I need alone time with Mark.
"I am just off to place Lucy to bed."
"Okay, night night, Lucy Doo. Sleep tight."
As Mark places a little kiss on Lucy’s head, he looks into her sleepy little eyes and my heart melts. I love seeing how he is with her. He would be such a great dad. I wish he were Lucy's father.
"Then, I am just going to do the dishes."
"I'll do them, baby."
Mark walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I flick some water at him as an attempt to be playful. All I am thinking about is how I want to play the seductive role.
"Did you really just do that?"
"I did, Mr. Reed." I spatter more water at him.
"Oh, that's it, Miss Madden."
Mark spins me around so we are facing each other and then flicks a bit of water at me.
"Are you starting now?"
"I am indeed."
He places his hands at either side of my hips, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. His lips lock with mine as his tongue teasingly seeks entry into my mouth.
He pulls back from our kiss and looks at me with the expression of complete love. "You’re so beautiful, Megan.”
I moan. Mark places his lips onto my neck and passionately blazes kisses down my nape, ending on my chest at the tops of my breasts. I cannot help but exhale deeply.
Looking directly into my eyes, he commands, “Upstairs now, Miss Madden.”
I smile knowingly at Mark. As I move forward, he slowly slides me down the front of his body. His taut abdomen is firm against my core, and his growing erection has caught my breath and caused wetness to form between my thighs. As he lets my feet hit the floor, he takes my hand, but I take the lead up the stairs in front of him. His hand taps my bum, and I squeal, picking up my pace.
“Behave, Mr. Reed.”
I run ahead straight into the master room.
“As if you'd run away from me.”
Mark grabs me and pulls me straight back into his arms with my back against his chest.
“You are mine now.” I giggle.
He spins me around, placing his hands at the bottom of my top and sliding it over my head. I do the same to him, and I can't believe how good he looks.
His lips go straight to my neck, kissing it fervently, going from one side to the other. He travels down to my black lacy bra. Sliding one hand around my back, he unfastens it and then lets both hands drift to my matching panties. I stand still as he moves effortlessly to slide them down my legs.
"Oh, I am going to devour you, baby," he says as he kneels in front of me.
Moving his thumb to my clit, he rubs it while placing little kisses on it. He slides his finger inside me really slowly, sending me over the edge in ecstasy.
"You’re wet, so wet," he moans. “I want you, need you." He withdraws his finger and stands up to slide off his jeans. His tight boxers strain around his throbbing erection. I gracefully move and slide them down, freeing his cock.
Wow, I can’t help but look at how big he is. I giggle to myself. Mark lays me down onto the bed, kissing my neck and then sliding his lips down my chest.
"Baby, are you sure?" he asks in a caring voice.
I nod and he automatically slides on protection and then smiles at me. At least I don't have to worry.
He slowly slides himself in me, and I take a deep breath. Oh baby. He places his hands above my head, and I bend my knees to wrap my legs around him. I put my hands into his hair and gently pull, causing him to groan in pleasure. As he begins to gain speed, he lowers his head and his tongue invades my mouth, kissing me passionately. The intensity is so strong that I arch my back to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Baby, you’re so perfect," he says as he takes one hand and starts squeezing my nipple and caresses my face with the other.
"Oh my," I say. I don't think I can hang on much longer.
"Megan, I love you," he declares as he continues to pump harder and faster, never losing his rhythm.
I can’t manage to form words; I just moan. I knew our first time would be easy and special.
"ARGH!" Mark lets out a massive growl not long after me and falls down onto the bed beside me. He places his hand on my bum, rolling me onto my side and pulling me in close.
"You’re wonderful," he whispers as he strokes my hair.
"No, you are."
Chapter One
I’m so excited for this Christmas. I have always dreamt of the Christmas season where I would have my little baby with me, someone for me to spoil and spread Christmas magic. This is Lucy’s first Christmas, and I’m trying to make sure everything is perfect. I’m lucky that Mark and Jenny have decided to spend Christmas with us. After the past few months, Jenny doesn’t like the thought of spending Christmas around her family and listening to them talk about Rich. Her family hasn’t gotten over it yet. They keep having a go at her and telling her she should have done what was right for the family. He still agreed to marry her, and they think she should have been willing to just do it. Her mum says, “Marriage is not just love; it’s friendship. It doesn’t matter if you love the person.”
Jenny’s Christmases have always been the opposite of mine. All the family, including cousins, go over to one house on Christmas Eve and stay there until the day after Boxing Day. Enjoying the full family thing, the men assemble the self-build gifts and children’s toys while the women and young girls cook. They are taught from a young age how to prepare the food. At our house, it’s just close family for Christmas, and everyone goes to Nan’s on New Year’s Day. She cooks the family meal, and we sit, play games and have fun.
I am doing things my way this year. Today is Christmas Eve. The tree is up, and it looks beautiful. I wanted to make the extra effort with this being Lucy’s first Christmas. After years of having it drummed into me that you can’t put up your tree early, only for the twelve days of Christmas, I stuck to it. I didn’t want bad luck. Mark wanted it up earlier, but I made him wait, and it took a lot to keep saying no. I did let him have a few things his way though. We bought a new seven-foot tree and decorations, too. For outside, we bought some icicle lights to hang at the front of the house. I love them, but I won’t admit that to Mark.
Mark has only placed a little tree up at his house. He wanted Christmas with me, so he didn’t go crazy decorating his place, even though he has had it up since the first of December. He has been driving me mad by playing his special Christmas CD in the car
since November, and if I hear one more Christmas song, I will scream. It is a good thing that I love him.
Mark is curled up beside me as I quietly crawl out of bed and creep along the landing into Lucy’s room. I gently push open the white door a little bit more to see her lying still on her cot. I walk slowly into the room, as I don’t want to wake her. I just need to check on her, so I place my hand on the beech wood cot and look down to see Lucy with her eyes wide open, followed by her little giggle.
“Oh, good morning, princess,” I say as I tickle her tummy. She giggles even louder.
I slowly peel back her pink cover with a white rabbit embroidered on it and pick her up. “Come here, baba,” I say as I lift her. I walk on the cream carpet towards her large bedroom window, looking at the frost that has fallen over night.
“It looks cold out there, little miss.” I place a small kiss on the top of her head. “Shall we get dressed for our busy day?” I question before turning around and walking over to her wardrobe and drawers. I open the drawers first, choosing a clean baby gown, before grabbing a white top with a picture of a reindeer and some red and white striped leggings from her wardrobe. Annabella got her some cute little Christmas-related outfits. I plan for her to wear them all over the next few days. She looks too cute in them. Annabella isn’t joining us for Christmas; she plans to spend the time with Mark’s family.
I turn around to see Mark standing there in just his black underpants. “Good morning, sexy,” he says as he leans on the door frame with his arm. He’s running his fingers through his hair.
“Morning,” I reply, feeling myself start to redden. This man still manages to make me blush.
He walks into the room, coming over to us, as I lay Lucy down onto the changing table. He places his lips on my neck. “Mmm.”
“Mmm, indeed,” he whispers. “Hello, Lucy Doo,” he says, moving around me and placing a kiss on her head.
“She is just getting dressed. Then, we are going to have breakfast. Aren’t we, princess?” I say, tickling her. I love her giggle.
“Sounds like a good idea. I’m just going to take a shower. I believe Connor is up. He could keep an eye on Lucy while you get dressed,” he replies.
“Do you think he would mind? I don’t want him thinking I’m going to use him while he’s here.”
“He will not think that. I will go and ask him. You finish getting Lucy Doo dressed, and I will inform him,” he says, tapping my bum as he leaves.
“Thank you,” I reply before finishing dressing Lucy.
“Morning, Megan.” I turn around to see Connor standing there in blue jeans and a white T-shirt with a logo I have never seen before. I have never seen him dressed like this before. It is unreal how relaxed he looks. I love this natural appearance.
“I’m here to take Lucy off your hands while you get dressed. Take as much time as you want. You know I love spending time with Lucy,” he says.
“Thanks, Connor.”
“While you’re busy, I will give her some breakfast. Is that okay?” he questions.
“Yes, that’s fine, if you want.”
“I do. I have it ready on the side, baby food and milk. I’m well-trained. Annabella made sure I knew everything when I was expecting Kate. Now, go and get dressed.”
Chapter Two
I walk into my room to find Mark standing there with his clothes hung up on the outside of the wardrobe all ready to go.
“Now, there you are.” He points out.
“I’m here. I was going to have a shower, but you haven’t finished with it yet.” I smile.
“That was the plan.” Mark winks.
“Oh, was it now, Mr. Reed?” I question.
“Yes, Miss Madden, you know I love taking showers with you. I can get you all dirty and clean in one go,” he replies before grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom.
“Now, behave. I need to shower and get ready, Mark,” I say, trying not to laugh.
“I’ll behave, but I will make you scream and get you clean somehow.” He bends over the bathtub and turns on the shower. I stand there in my nightwear. After fully closing the door, I lean over the sink to the glass cabinet and take out a bottle of shampoo and Mark’s favourite strawberry body wash. He loves the smell of strawberries, but not the taste. He uses strawberry syrup for special occasions. He keeps it in the fridge, so it’s extra cold when he drips it down my body. The thought of it makes me smile.
I feel his wet hand tap my bum. “Oi!” I say, turning around.
“The shower is ready.”
I place the gel on the side, so I can grab it from the shower. I slowly take off my black lacy baby doll nightgown, letting it fall to the floor. I stand there, watching Mark’s eyes seductively wander over my naked body. I look up at him.
“By standing here, I’m not getting clean. Am I?”
“No, but I just want to watch you. Your body is amazing. I want to place my lips around those sweet nipples of yours.”
“Then, do it.”
“Oh, I’m going to. Now, get that sweet arse of yours into the shower.” Smiling, I turn around and wiggle my bum at him before climbing into the shower.
“That arse.” I giggle. “Get in here, or I’m going to do it myself.”
I have never seen Mark move so fast in my life. He jumps into the shower. The water falls all over his naked chest, running down him, and touching every part of it. He places his hand around my back, pulling me close to him and letting the water pour down my body. His lips find my nipples. The coldness of them on my now warm nipples makes me gasp.
Mark moves back, grasping the bath puff and rinsing it under the water. As I turn to get the shower gel, he leans over me and takes it from my hand. He then covers my back in gel, rubbing small circles with the puff. His lips kiss my neck as the water flows around us.
He spins me around on the bath mat, pulling me so close to him that I can feel the heat from his mouth on my bare skin.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers as he places his lips on my neck, kissing me down past my breasts and letting his fingertips walk up and down my spine.
I take the puff from him and start rubbing it tenderly over his chest. His eyes never leave mine. He reaches up and takes down the shower head, placing it between my legs. I stand there, rubbing the puff up and down his arm. Slowly, I take a step towards the wall. I don’t know how long I can cope with this. The water is warm, making everything tingle. He gently takes the puff from me. Lifting one of my legs, he places it on the side of the bath. Mark turns the dial on the showers, and I find myself leaning farther onto the wall. As he slides his fingers into me, the water turns colder and I gasp. Oh, this is so cold. Mark looks straight into my eyes as I lose control, using the wall to steady myself.
“Come on, baby,” he says, climbing out of the shower. He places his hand out for me to hold as I step out of it. I’m shaking like jelly, so I let him wrap a towel around me. Pulling me close to him, he places his lips near my ear and blows just a little.
“Bed now,” he says suggestively.
We creep along the landing, making sure no one hears us. I need Mark. I need to feel him inside me. I close the door quietly, leaving the shower running to muffle any noise we make. I will have to be quiet though.
“Now, let’s get you all dry,” he says as I sit down on the bed.
“Well, get here then.” Mark walks towards me, pushing me back down onto the bed. Leaning over me, he begins to kiss me like his life depends on it. He stops looking at me and slowly pushes the towel off my shoulders.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re so beautiful it’s unreal?”
I just cover my face. I can sense myself burning up. I feel the bed move and uncover my face to see Mark lying on his side and looking at me alluringly.
“You look so sexy when you blush,” he says, sliding his hand through my wet hair.
I roll onto him, straddling his lap. It’s my turn to be in charge. Mark’s eyes look up and dow
n my body as I slowly lift myself and slide down onto his bulging cock. His hands slide to my bum, lifting me up and down. My hands rub up and down his chest, and I lean forward a bit to run them through his hair. As I move up and down, I watch his hands caress my breasts and his fingers rub my nipples while he delicately tugs them. Sitting back up, I place my hands behind me on his legs. I lean back, keeping my pace and not wanting to break the friction. Mark’s hand slides to my clit, and he starts rubbing it. The heat builds up. I can’t hold on much longer.
“Come with me, baby,” he whispers.
We come together in silence. I lie next to him, feeling his legs intertwine with mine and his hand grazing through my hair.
He smiles. “You’re mine forever and always.”
I smile in return. “We need to get dressed. We don’t want to be found like this.”
We slowly get dressed. My legs are still a little unsteady, so I will not be doing anything in a rush yet. Mark keeps running his fingers over my neck, making me shake. I reach out for my body lotion, leisurely rubbing it up and down my legs.
“Oh, baby, I so want to do that for you.”
“Here.”
I hand him the bottle and move my hair from my back so he can rub the cold lotion into my skin. He slides his hand over the top of my shoulders, massaging it into my breasts as he goes. I tip my head back onto his chest, looking up him.
“Don’t you give me that look, Miss Madden, or I will have to take you right here and now.”
I can’t help but giggle.
Chapter Three
Kate came down the other day, and we spent the day writing our Christmas lists to send off. It was so exciting to see a little girl write her wishes. For a five-year-old, she is so generous, not at all what I expected to see. She wrote what she wanted for Grandma Betty and Daddy first before writing what she wanted for herself, which was just a pram for her dolly.