asked.
“No, I’m not nervous. That’s a lie. I am a little nervous.” She gave a chuckle. “I imagine come Monday there’s going to be a lot of talk about us.”
“Let them talk. This is so damn good.”
“Thank you. It’s my mom’s recipe.”
He was happy to change the subject. The rest of the town could wait until Monday. After dinner, Drew wasn’t ready to leave.
“I’ll just do the dishes.”
“I’ll help.”
“You don’t have to. You were at work all day.”
“So were you. My dad helped with the dishes all the time, and he was convinced it helped the relationship in the long run,” he said, carrying their used plates.
“How so?”
“Mom could never shout at him for not doing housework. He did his fair share. He helped with the dishes, took the trash out, and even mowed the lawn.”
“Sounds like a keeper.”
“He was, and guess what?” he said.
“What?”
She turned to face him, and he put his hands on the counter, locking her between his body and the counter. “I’m exactly like him. So you’re in for having a keeper as well.”
****
“Are you trying to charm me?” she asked.
Drew was doing that thing again where he invaded her space and made it difficult for her to think.
“That depends,” he said.
“On what?”
“Is it working?”
“A little.”
He chuckled, stepping up close to her, and giving her no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him. “My parents had a happy marriage, and I intend to have the same kind of marriage as them.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” His hand touched her hip, and his breath fanned her face. “I can imagine you swollen with my kid. Coming home to you, to having some good food, and to being close to you.”
“Do you expect me to wait for you at home?”
“No, but did I mention I think about you being heavily pregnant? If you are then I don’t want you working. Also, I don’t want us to have kids right away.”
“You don’t?”
“No. You’ve been away from me for seven years. I want to make up for lost time so every room in my home and your apartment is going to have us fucking.”
“Fucking?”
“Yeah.”
“Mister, I haven’t even said you can be inside me.”
He gave her that wicked grin that made her want to drop her panties for him.
“I can wait.”
“Ugh!”
The hand on her hip moved down to cup her between her thighs. “I think you’re keeping something from me.”
“I’m not keeping anything.”
“You’re not?” he asked. “I’m sure you’re keeping a nice warm pussy to yourself.”
Before she could say anything, not that she wanted to, his hands were down the front of her skirt, touching her. Her panties gave away the evidence of her arousal.
“I’m not even touching you yet, and I can see how much you want me.”
“This is not fair.”
“I’m not going to fuck you. I gave you my word, and I wouldn’t pressure you to do something you didn’t want to do. It doesn’t mean we can’t do a whole lot of other stuff.”
He had her curious now.
Staring up at him, she tilted her head back, giving him her full attention. “Like what?”
Drew stroked her pussy through the fabric, and yet it didn’t feel like enough. When she was with him, nothing ever felt like it was enough.
“I could tell you, but I think it’s best I show you.” His hand was gone. “Right after we’ve done these dishes.”
She growled. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good. You don’t think you’re doing the same thing to me?” He took her hand, and pressed it against his rock hard cock. Raven gasped. “That’s what you do to me all the time.”
She couldn’t believe it. “Does it hurt?”
“Not right now. I’m wearing some loose jeans. If they were tighter I’d be in for a lot of hurt. Let’s do those dishes so we can take this into that comfortable-looking sitting room.”
She turned to the sink, grabbing some rubber gloves. “Cathy already had it fully furnished for me. I thought
“No, I’m not nervous. That’s a lie. I am a little nervous.” She gave a chuckle. “I imagine come Monday there’s going to be a lot of talk about us.”
“Let them talk. This is so damn good.”
“Thank you. It’s my mom’s recipe.”
He was happy to change the subject. The rest of the town could wait until Monday. After dinner, Drew wasn’t ready to leave.
“I’ll just do the dishes.”
“I’ll help.”
“You don’t have to. You were at work all day.”
“So were you. My dad helped with the dishes all the time, and he was convinced it helped the relationship in the long run,” he said, carrying their used plates.
“How so?”
“Mom could never shout at him for not doing housework. He did his fair share. He helped with the dishes, took the trash out, and even mowed the lawn.”
“Sounds like a keeper.”
“He was, and guess what?” he said.
“What?”
She turned to face him, and he put his hands on the counter, locking her between his body and the counter. “I’m exactly like him. So you’re in for having a keeper as well.”
****
“Are you trying to charm me?” she asked.
Drew was doing that thing again where he invaded her space and made it difficult for her to think.
“That depends,” he said.
“On what?”
“Is it working?”
“A little.”
He chuckled, stepping up close to her, and giving her no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him. “My parents had a happy marriage, and I intend to have the same kind of marriage as them.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” His hand touched her hip, and his breath fanned her face. “I can imagine you swollen with my kid. Coming home to you, to having some good food, and to being close to you.”
“Do you expect me to wait for you at home?”
“No, but did I mention I think about you being heavily pregnant? If you are then I don’t want you working. Also, I don’t want us to have kids right away.”
“You don’t?”
“No. You’ve been away from me for seven years. I want to make up for lost time so every room in my home and your apartment is going to have us fucking.”
“Fucking?”
“Yeah.”
“Mister, I haven’t even said you can be inside me.”
He gave her that wicked grin that made her want to drop her panties for him.
“I can wait.”
“Ugh!”
The hand on her hip moved down to cup her between her thighs. “I think you’re keeping something from me.”
“I’m not keeping anything.”
“You’re not?” he asked. “I’m sure you’re keeping a nice warm pussy to yourself.”
Before she could say anything, not that she wanted to, his hands were down the front of her skirt, touching her. Her panties gave away the evidence of her arousal.
“I’m not even touching you yet, and I can see how much you want me.”
“This is not fair.”
“I’m not going to fuck you. I gave you my word, and I wouldn’t pressure you to do something you didn’t want to do. It doesn’t mean we can’t do a whole lot of other stuff.”
He had her curious now.
Staring up at him, she tilted her head back, giving him her full attention. “Like what?”
Drew stroked her pussy through the fabric, and yet it didn’t feel like enough. When she was with him, nothing ever felt like it was enough.
“I could tell you, but I think it’s best I show you.” His hand was gone. “Right after we’ve done these dishes.”
She growled. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good. You don’t think you’re doing the same thing to me?” He took her hand, and pressed it against his rock hard cock. Raven gasped. “That’s what you do to me all the time.”
She couldn’t believe it. “Does it hurt?”
“Not right now. I’m wearing some loose jeans. If they were tighter I’d be in for a lot of hurt. Let’s do those dishes so we can take this into that comfortable-looking sitting room.”
She turned to the sink, grabbing some rubber gloves. “Cathy already had it fully furnished for me. I thought
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