A continuation of Daddy, Take Me, albeit for now, concerned with Chloe and Maisie's growing relationship. As always, thanks to Kenji for his attention and help in editing.
Chapter 18
I woke to a soft knock on the door and heard Lily's distinctive eight-year-old shrill.
"Chloe...Chloe," she whispered, but enough for me to hear.
"What?" I grumbled, my hands cuddling Maisie's warm breast.
"Can I...come in?" she asked, hesitantly.
Fuck! There goes my calculatingly planned morning seduction of the beautiful woman sleeping beside me.
"Come in," I whispered, begrudgingly.
Lily haltingly opened the door, peering in and padded softly across the carpeted floor. She stood at the side of the bed, staring at me, 'til I motioned for her to clamber in. Her smile said it all. I shimmied my butt against Maisie's and cuddled my sister.
"Sleep!" I sulked, into her ear. "And NO snoring or twitching around."
I could feel her giggle, as she held my hand to her body. Humph!
I woke again, some time later, to a warm breath on my neck, and hands rubbing my back. I pushed my bum into Maisie's body, revelling in her slow touches. I stealthily turned over, her messy hair making her look even more adorable. I whispered a quiet, "Sorry," and frowned.
"Shhh," is all she said. "She missed you. It's fine, mo ghràdh," and silently kissed me.
We traced our fingers over each other, as if this was the first time we had woken together. I playfully fingered her covered breasts, Maisie giving me a little pout now.
"I'll...make it up to you, mon amour," I sighed.
"There's no need, Chloe. This is nice just waking with you again," she sighed, and held me tight in her arms.
Too soon, Lily woke, stretched and smiled at us, rolled over me and planted herself between us.
"Morning, Maisie...morning, Chloe," she whispered, and snuggled into us.
"Morning, trouble!" I smirked. "Don't you have school today?" I asked.
"Soon, yeah...but not now?" she asked, hopefully.
"Out!" I admonished her. "Time to get ready...and don't wake mums and dad, 'kay?" I emphasised. She hugged and kissed us both, then quietly walked out, closing the door behind her.
Maisie and I fell into one another's arms, disregarding our morning breath, and kissed. I moved her wavy, red locks from her face, intently looking at this beautiful creature.
"God, I'm so in love with you, darling," I gushed, and kissed her again.
Our hands delved beneath the covers, her hands in my shorts, mine in hers. I brought my body closer to her, rubbing my small mounds against her larger, firmer breasts, our lips softly touching. My fingers mimicked hers, as we drew apart each's dewy folds, fingers gently but purposely prodding. My burning looks reflected hers, as our thumbs delicately rubbed the other's still-hidden clit. The only sound was the hum of jagged, short breaths, our fingers sliding in and out of one another, as our legs were squirming around.
"This...this is so..." Maisie moaned in my hair, her body shaking, the smells of our scent filling the room, as I rubbed her stiff button, and three fingers taking her.
She cried, shuddered and moaned my name, as she emptied herself on me. I pushed my finger up inside a bit more, sliding it in and almost out. Maisie squealed and moaned, my face and chest drenched with her.
We locked eyes as we came, the muscles in her pussy began contracting so forcefully, that they nearly pushed my fingers from her. When I felt her exertions calm down, I slipped my finger from her, and we stared into each other's eyes for moment, and then began to kiss softly and deeply.
"Morning, darling," I grinned.
"I'd say it was, leannan," Maisie chuckled.
"I am your lover, aren't I?" I asked, responding to her Scottish.
"Forever...if you'll have me," she whispered, and we embraced again.
Slowly our lives intertwined again. I felt that the four days with my dad had somehow created a rift, subtle yes, but a rift nonetheless. We weren't fully connected and back on track after that week; one of the longest of my short life. I was more determined than ever to agree with my parents that our intimacy would stop. I couldn't risk my love for Maisie.
At the time, Maisie had finished her two-hundred-and-sixty-five page thesis for her PhD in horticulture, which she was superb at...but I was biased! She had secured a position at a well-known and respected firm two years ago, and was slowly working her way up. At just twenty-four, she was focused and certain of the direction she wanted. As I was finishing my Masters, she put my name forward to her company for a part-time role. 'Kay, it may have been a bit of patronage, but I felt I had the background and vision to bring to the organisation.
She set up an interview for me, excited at the prospect of working together, albeit in different areas. She kept assuring me that I was a shoo-in, and not because of her recommendations! As I'm writing this, twelve years later, I still tingle when I think of that day and how nervous I was. Maisie was kind enough to go down on me that morning, relieving just a bit of tension! I gathered my portfolio and my nerves, and headed in. After four gruelling hours, I was pleased with my presentation, the questions I asked and the answers I gave. I thought they were particularly taken with my dissertation on the current, and future practices in the reuse of vacant areas as urban gardens. I hate to use the over-used word, 'passionate,' but I was when it came to the aim of building communities, improving the landscapes and the quality of life of those who lived there.
