by Tory Baker
“Wow, I have no words. It’s beautiful,” she says, walking on her own into the house and making her way to the back of the house where the kitchen and dining room are.
“Look at this kitchen. Can we cook dinner here tonight?” she asks.
“Anything you want to do, Kendall, we’ll do it,” I say as I come up behind her. My front pressed against her back, I hold her to me. I can feel her lush ass up against my hardening cock.
She leans back into me and I know she can feel me. Tonight, is going to be the night I make Kendall mine in every single way.
The kitchen has an old-fashioned farmhouse sink, all of the trim and doors are original, but other than that, everything else is new.
“Let’s see what we have in here to cook,” I say to her as I head to the refrigerator. I had my parents come over today while I was at work and stock up on food. Being gone most of the week at the office and only here to sleep left little time to go grocery shopping. When I told my parents about Kendall, my mom cried and my dad grasped my shoulder and said, “Happy for you son. When you find the one, don’t ever let her go.”
His advice I didn’t really need to hear. I knew Kendall was the one and this only solidifies it.
“How do you feel about creamy garlic chicken?” I ask her.
“I love anything chicken. What can I do to help?” She’s right beside me now.
“Can you grab the chicken, heavy whipping cream, butter, and parsley out of the fridge?”
“On it,” she replies.
We work together seamlessly. It’s something that I know I’ll be doing every night as soon as she’s completely moved in with me.
When our dinner is ready, we eat at the kitchen island. She’s making these noises as she eats that make my dick stand on alert.
I have to tell myself to cool down. My poor cock though, it’s going to have a permanent zipper imprint before too long.
Chapter Sixteen
Kendall
Dinner was amazing. Cooking, eating, and even cleaning up the kitchen with Declan. It was as if we’ve been doing it our whole life together. There’s a living room off of the kitchen area and that’s where we are now. This couch is so deep that Declan is laying behind me, while I’m in front of him plus there’s still room that neither one of us will fall off the couch.
Declan has his arm under my neck, I can feel him every now and then leave a trail of kisses along the backside of my neck down to the underside of my ear. Add his fingers on my hip and me grinding back into his erection, I could come just like this.
“Declan,” I whimper out.
He turns me around, so I’m facing him. He hitches my leg over his hip. The sweatpants he’s wearing aren’t hiding his erection as he thrusts his hips towards mine.
“Kendall, I need you. Tell me you need me just as bad,” he whispers out.
“I want you so much, I ache,” I tell him. Then I’m flat on my back. His lips find mine as his hands glide underneath my shirt. My nipples are pebbled in my lace bra and when he pulls at them, I throw my head back and raise my hips up to meet his.
Declan breaks our kiss apart, tears my shirt over my head and then his lips are skating slowly down my neck to my chest. His nose moves the lace over my breast and his mouth engulfs my nipple. I bring my hands to his head and hold him there.
I feel his other hand descend down my stomach. It quivers as his hand dances over my skin and I know he’s going to the one spot I need him most.
“More,” I moan out.
He leaves the nipple he was torturing deliciously and goes to the other. The cups of my bra are now under my breasts, which are out in the air for him to lick, suck, and bite. His hand has found the lace edging of my panties. I open my legs more for him giving him the signal to go further.
“I’m going to make you mine, Kendall. Only mine,” he groans.
“I want that so so much, Declan,” I whimper.
His fingers are on my mound now, so close to my clit. Yet so far away. Too far away. I raise my hips up to get him to where I need him most and only then does he use a finger to slowly slide over my clit. I’m so wet I can feel it dripping between my thighs.
“Fuck, Kendall. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he questions. I’m too lost in the feel of his fingers. They’re barely touching me where I need him most, almost whispering over my pussy until I feel the tip of his finger slowly enter me. It’s everything I could ever want. This is nothing like the way I’ve made myself feel. This is so much better.
My head is burrowing into the pillow behind me and then I feel cool air hit my pussy and realize Declan has lowered my pants and panties to my thighs. My legs are still open. Yet not as much as they once were.
The breath of air he blows on my clit sends shivers down my spine. In one smooth move he's up from in between my legs, tearing my clothes down the rest of my body. I’m naked to his gaze. He’s looking at me with worship in his eyes. His shirt is off and he’s standing there in just a pair of sweats. His body glistens with sweat and his thick cock is erect. I can see it. The head is peaking out of his pants. I lick my lips; my fantasies are finally coming to life.
“Look how fucking gorgeous you are, Kendall, and you’re all mine; only mine,” he rasps and then he’s between my legs as he spreads them. His head dips down and I feel him lick and lap at my pussy. He keeps skipping over my clit, teasing me as often as possible. I bring my hands back into his hair and move him right where I need him. He finally sucks my clit into his mouth, and I feel his finger at my entrance. With those two working in tandem, I come until I scream out, “Declan!” My legs are a shaking mess. He slowly brings me down and then comes up to my face. I can’t help it. I kiss him, not caring that I’m tasting myself on his lips. This man. We were made for each other.
Chapter Seventeen
Declan
Kendall kissing me and tasting herself, it’s enough for me to want to plunge right into her warm heat, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take her virginity on a couch.
I pull away from her kiss and pick her up. She’s up and over my shoulder and I’m striding to the stairs as fast I can.
“Declan, I can walk,” she says as she holds onto my hips.
“Fuck that, I want you in my arms,” her ass is right there. It’s the perfect peach. A peach I want to take a bite out of. I want to leave my mark on her, even if no one can visibly see it. My mouth moves and I suck on her skin until I hear her moan out. I pull away and see the mark I left on her. Yeah, I’ll be leaving a fuck ton more of those.
We reach the bed and I lay her on it. She sits up, taking off her bra as she watches me wrench down my pants. We’re both naked, nothing separating our bodies and I want her smell soaked into my skin. Now and fucking forever.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask her as I stroke my cock. She watches never taking her eyes off of me.
“I was born ready for you, Declan,” she mewls.
I push her legs apart, making room for my hips to get between her thighs. Her thighs, fuck, what they do to me. Her whole body. Next time I’m going to lick every part of her body.
“This is going to hurt, but I’ll go as slow as you need me to. I don’t want to hurt you if I can help it,” I say as I use the head of my cock and rub it in the juices she has dripping from her pussy.
Once my cock is glistening with her essence, I slowly insert my cock into her warmth. The intake of breath she takes makes me stop and look at her.
“I’m okay. I promise. Keep going, please,”
I feel her pussy already start to convulse around me and it’s me stopping, “Fuck. What you do to me!”
I take my time and gather my wits before I come when I’m not even all the way inside of Kendall.
I bring my thumb to her clit, the rest of my hand encapsulating her hip. Hips that I love and have my hands on every moment I can. I slowly leave her sheath and bring myself back in further and further each time.
Once I’m at her barrier, I
bring my lips to hers, continue to stroke her clit, and then break through her virginity. I knew it was going to hurt her, fuck, the way she’s gripping my shoulders tells me that it’s painful. I swallow down her whimpers until she gets used to me inside her.
“You okay, baby?” I question.
“Give me a second. Please?”
“We have all the time in the world. It’s just you and me, Kendall,” she wipes the tears that gather at the corner of her eyes. I vow to never make her cry again.
When I feel her pussy slowly loosen from the grip it has on my cock, I make slow movements to get her used to me. Fuck, her body was made for me.
“Keep going, Declan. That feels so good,” she moans. I keep my finger on her clit, rubbing it in firm circles. I feel her pussy convulse, shocked that she’s starting to come as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight heat.
Her hands grab the comforter by her head and her pussy bears down on me as she comes. I watch her, my eyes never leaving her face. When the rapture takes over, only then do I piston my hips in and out of her until I detonate inside her. My cum is painting the inside of her pussy. I selfishly hope she’s not on birth control and that she doesn’t hate me for not using a condom. I don’t ever want anything in between us.
“Kendall,” I moan as I finish. I’m about to collapse on top of her, but turn at the last minute laying down beside her. I grab her thigh and hoist it over my hip. Not wanting to leave her pussy just yet.
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she says as she stares into my eyes.
“We’re both lucky. Lucky to find each other, gorgeous,” I reply.
She yawns and I know I need to let her sleep. I slowly pull out of her body, turning her on her back and spreading her legs. I look at where her body now holds both of our essence. Just like that I’m rock hard.
“Stay just like that. I’m going to clean you up,” I groan. I turn, head to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water. I don’t want her too sore tomorrow.
I walk back into the bedroom; she’s rolled onto her side. She pulled down the comforter and has just a sheet laying over her. Her knees are tucked in close and she’s snuggled into a pillow.
I roll her over. “Declan,” she grumbles under her breath. She warned me she loved her sleep and I know this week I’ve kept her up longer than she’s used to. I spread her legs and clean her up, then go back to the bathroom leaving the washcloth in the dirty hamper after washing myself up. I lift the sheet up, sliding in as she rolls towards me and I wrap her body around mine. Then we both drift off to sleep.
Chapter Eighteen
Kendall
I wake up to hushed tones being spoken on what sounds like is Declan on the phone, “She’s asleep, but as soon as she wakes up, I’ll have her call you back, Ms. Jackson.”
I burrow into Declan’s back as he hangs up the phone. I start to drift off to sleep when I feel the sheet being slowly pulled away my body.
“I don’t want to wake up, Declan. Let me sleep,” I grouse.
“I would if it wasn’t almost noon,” he chuckles.
“Wait. What? It can’t be that late already, can it?” I look at the clock next to the bed and groan out loud. I basically slept half the day away.
“If it makes you feel any better, I only woke up an hour ago. I think we both needed the extra sleep,” he says as he crawls between my thighs. A place I’m finding he loves a lot.
He woke me up in the middle of the night with his mouth in all the right places. I screamed out his name twice and then he taught me just how he likes it. He guided me the whole time. When he started to come, he warned me and said, “I’m about to blow, baby. Back up.”
I didn’t back up, instead I sucked him harder until his cum was bathing my tongue and I swallowed.
I smile thinking about us together and Declan knows exactly why I’m smiling, “None of that this morning. I know you’re sore. I’ll make us some lunch while you shower?” he questions.
“Sounds like a plan. Did I hear you talk to my mom at one point?” I ask.
“Yeah. She didn’t hear from you last night so she called around eight this morning to make sure you were okay. I wouldn’t have answered it, but I didn’t want her to worry.” That statement right there makes me fall in love a little more with Declan. He cares about not only me, but he cares about my mom.
Tears gather at the corners of my eyes and he says, “What are the tears for?”
“Because you care so much. I love that about you,” I say honestly.
“Come here.” He engulfs me in his arms, as I cry. Thank goodness it’s not an ugly cry situation. He’d probably run for the hills. It takes me a good ten minutes to settle down.
Declan picks me up and carries me into the bathroom. He sits me on the vanity. It’s cold on my naked skin, and I do a full body shiver.
“How about a warm bath? It may help you relax some too,” he suggests.
“Yes, please,” I say eagerly. He chuckles and gets the tub ready for me. I see a new toothbrush laying on the counter, so I hop down and brush my teeth as he gets my bath ready for me.
I can’t believe how much he’s taking care of me. It makes me want to do just as much for him. I’m going to have to think on how I can do something to show how thankful I am to have him in my life.
“It’s ready when you are. I’ll be back to get you after I make us some lunch,” he says as he kisses my forehead and heads out the door. I turn and watch him leave. I have an idea on what I can do for him. It’s just going to take some time and very precise planning on my part.
Chapter Nineteen
Declan
I make lunch for Kendall and myself, knowing I have to talk to her about the lack of protection we didn’t use. I don’t want to have anything between us, and I damn sure don’t want her on birth control. I want her tied to me in every way possible.
I hear the wooden steps creak as Kendall comes down them. I stop putting together the sandwiches I was making. Something simple, turkey, bacon, lettuce, and tomato on sour dough bread. I really need to thank my mom for stocking me up. Maybe I’ll take her out to dinner, just her and me. We don’t get to do that very much and I know how much she likes it.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I see Kendall. Her hair is damp, darker in shade than it normally is when the sun hits it. Her face is scrubbed clean and she’s wearing my shirt and nothing else. How can I tell? Her nipples are hard and I can see the tips through my shirt. It makes me wonder if she’s wearing her panties or not. I’m betting she isn’t.
“Declan, you prepared a feast,” she says as she comes towards me and the only thing I want to eat is her now.
I lean down, kiss her lips, and pick her up. I place her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs as I stand between them. My hand wanders up and under my shirt she’s wearing, and, fuck me running, she’s bare underneath. I can already feel the moisture gathering between her folds.
With her sitting there like this, we’re at the perfect height. I kiss her lips and continue to play with her until she’s writhing and begging for more. I know I should give her a break today and not take her again, but I can’t help it.
Her smell draws me into her. I free myself from my shorts and bring my cock out as she widens her legs for me.
“I can’t get enough of you, Kendall,” I moan as I guide myself into her pussy.
“I don’t want you to ever get enough of me, Declan,” she moans as she replies. I’m seated completely inside her. I know she’s swollen, but, fuck, if it doesn’t feel amazing.
She’s already close to coming and so am I. It hurts to stop, but I can’t take away her choice about me coming inside her again without knowing she’s okay with it.
I pull out abruptly, “Declan, no. Why’d you stop?” she groans.
“Fuck, I don’t want to stop, but, I’m inside you bare, baby. We didn’t use a condom and I don’t want to take that away from you. It’s your choice what we do from
here,” I tell her. It’s the honest to God truth. As much as it would pain me to not feel her skin on skin. I would do it.
“It’s okay, Declan. I’ve wanted you forever. I’m on birth control, and I want us always to be skin to skin,” she says with a blush on her face.
“Thank God, Baby. I didn’t want to take your choice away. You have to know that I want you now and forever. A family is something I want with you, but only when we’re both ready,” I tell her as I place my cock back at the entrance of her pussy. She grabs ahold of my shoulders, wraps her legs around my hips and in one thrust I’m home.
“I want that with you, Declan. I want everything with you.” She kisses me after that and we continue making love on the kitchen counter, our food long forgotten.
Chapter Twenty
Kendall
Declan and I have been together for a couple of months now. It’s safe to say we’re moving in the right direction, I’m now moving out of my mom’s house and into his. It was bittersweet. Another door closing, yet another one opening.
“You’re always welcome at home, Honey. But I don’t think Declan is ever going to want you to leave,” she tells me as she hugs me before I walk down the hallway with one last bag in my hand. Declan took care of all of the heavy stuff and this is the last small bag. He grumbled saying, “I can take this one,”
I told him, “No, I’ve got this. You go on ahead.”
I wanted one last look around my bedroom. The furniture is staying here. I don’t have a need for it at Declan’s, but all of my personal belongings are packed in the truck, and this last bag I’m holding has the beginnings of my surprise for Declan. I’ve been dying to surprise him, but my schedule has been a nightmare. The local airline agency I’ve been working at is down a few flight attendants. Apparently, the flu hit big this year so I’ve been helping as much as I can. But as soon as one gets better, one gets sick. I have a horrible feeling I may get it next with how tired I’ve been lately.
