Chapter 11
Eleven
Karla
I couldn’t think of a better way to start my night. I’d always dreamed of having my pussy eaten on an island, but not the one in the middle of my kitchen. I’d never look at the island in the same way again. Now, thoughts of Elias devouring me would come to mind every time I prepared a meal.
With my legs around his waist, he held me close as he plunged deep inside me, then pulled his dick out until only the tip hovered at my entrance. The way my pussy responded to him should have been studied because she’d never been like this with another man.
“I’ve been craving this pussy, baby. She ’bout to pull this nut—oh shit!”
I felt his dick pulsing against my walls as he filled me with his seeds, and my pussy responded with another earth-shattering orgasm.
All I could do was pray my new IUD did what it was supposed to do.
The last thing I needed was to get pregnant by a virtual stranger, although at times, I felt he knew me better than my ex-husband ever did.
“We should probably clean up this mess and start dinner,” I said with my head resting on his shoulder.
“Yeah. We’ll need the nourishment for what I have planned later.”
I didn’t respond verbally, but my pussy, which was still filled with his semi-hard dick, tightened around him.
“She’s always ready for some action, and I love that shit,” he confessed before kissing my forehead.
He took a step back, taking his dick with him, and I felt his absence immediately. After he helped me from the counter, I led him to the bathroom in my bedroom.
“The bathroom isn’t very big, so if you want to wash up first, I’ll wait,” I offered.
“It’s big enough. C’mere.”
He pulled me in front of him, and I looked in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. Elias was a very affectionate man, always touching, rubbing, or kissing me. It was something I wasn’t used to, but it didn’t take long to become one of my favorite things about him.
“If you keep that up, we’ll never make it back to the kitchen,” I warned him.
With his lips still on my neck, his eyes popped up and caught mine in the mirror. Before releasing me, he stole another kiss. Once I was free, I grabbed two face towels from the small cabinet I had installed above the toilet and gave one to Elias.
“Is this the house you lived in with your ex?” he asked while we lathered our towels with warm water and soap.
“No. We sold our house and split the profit. I was able to buy this one with cash. It’s much smaller than our old house, but it’s perfect for me and the girls.”
When we finished washing up, I put on a clean T-shirt while he changed into just a pair of basketball shorts. Elias had the body of a Greek god, and I wasn’t sure how I’d keep my hands off him if he planned to cook shirtless.
“Aren’t you gonna put on a shirt?”
He looked down at his chest. “Will it bother you if I don’t?”
“Not bother, but it might be a bit distracting.”
He smiled as he retrieved a T-shirt from his duffel bag and pulled it over his head.
“Is that better?”
“No, but it’s smarter. Let’s go cook.”
“I know I’ve said it a few times already, but everything was delicious. If you keep making me food from scratch, I won’t want to eat anything store-bought.”
The menu tonight was very simple: linguine pasta with a vodka sauce, parmesan-crusted zucchini, and garlic bread. However, the pasta sauce, pasta, and garlic bread were made from scratch. We’d finished eating, and Elias was gracious enough to help me get the kitchen back in order.
“If you stick around, maybe you won’t have to.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I knew Elias wouldn’t give me a pass, and I avoided looking in his direction as I wiped down the stove top.
“Do you want me to stick around?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How did you mean it?”
“I don’t know, but don’t read too much into it.”
He grabbed my waist and turned me around to face him.
“I’m definitely reading too much into it and between the lines. Baby, if you want me to stick around, just say that. We’re too grown to not say what we mean and mean what we say.”
“I enjoy your company.”
“That’s it?”
“And your dick. Actually, I might enjoy your dick more than your company.” I laughed, and he shook his head.
“Damn. That’s cold, but if I have to use my dick to find my way to your heart, I can do that.”
“Remember we’re taking it slow, and I’m not looking for love.”
“I remember,” he responded before kissing my forehead. “I’m ready for my dessert.”
Before I could object, he picked me up bridal style, carried me to my bedroom, and tossed me on my bed. I was in a fit of giggles and didn’t notice he’d disappeared until I heard the water running in the bathroom, but it didn’t sound like the sink or shower.
“Is he filling the tub?” I wondered aloud.
I sat up, hopped off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Sure enough, the bathtub was filled with water and bubbles.
“What are you doing?” I asked, although it was obvious.
“I want to bathe you. Check the water temperature. If it’s good, get in.”
He stepped aside, giving me room next to the tub to check the water. The temperature was perfect, so I removed my oversized T-shirt and stepped into the bathtub. I slowly sat down, closing my eyes as I sank into the water.
“Mmm. This feels good. Thank you.”
“I’ll let you relax and come back in a few minutes.”
“Okay.”
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when I heard Elias’s voice again, I was waking up.
“Tired?” he asked.
“I guess so, but the water is still warm, so I couldn’t have been asleep that long.”
“Not too long.”
Our eyes were locked on each other’s as he sat on the edge of the tub, reached into the water, and picked up my leg to massage my foot. It felt so good, I moaned. When his hand moved up to my calf, another moan slipped.
“If this bathtub were big enough for us both, I’d get in and make you ride this erection you caused with all that damn moaning.”
He put my leg back into the water and grabbed the other. I was a little disappointed that he didn’t work his way to my thigh, but when he began massaging my other foot, my disappointment disappeared.
“I can’t ride your dick in this tub, but there are several other places in this house where I can ride it until the sun comes up.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Mmm . . . Your hands are magical,” I praised as he moved to my calf.
“Was that a challenge, baby?”
“It was whatever you want it to be. It wouldn’t be fair to only christen the kitchen.”
I’d closed my eyes and opened them to see his reaction. His sly smile was sexy as hell and made my nipples harden.
“Say less, beautiful.”
He kneeled next to the bathtub and found my nipples underneath the bubbles. When he started pinching them, I squirmed. He released one of my nipples and dipped his hand into the water between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked, knowing damn well I knew the answer.
“We’re about to christen the tub.”
“How?”
“I’m gon’ finger fuck you until my hand is covered in your slippery juices. While you catch your breath, I’ll start the shower, and in there, I’m gon’ let my dick play with your tonsils until I shoot my seeds down your throat.”
Before I could respond, he pressed his thumb against my clit and two fingers inside my already slick hole. He continued to squeeze and twist my nipple as he massaged my clit and slipped his fingers in and out.
“Mmm shit.”
“You like that?”
“Mmm, yes, baby. Don’t—oh shit. Don’t sto—oh shit!”
“That’s right. Give it to me.”
No encouragement was needed because if my pussy didn’t do anything else, she would give Elias what he wanted when he wanted it. He let my pussy contract around his fingers for a minute before taking them out and putting them in his mouth.
As he said he would, he started the shower and then undressed. His dick stood at attention as he helped me from the bathtub. The shower was only a few steps away, and once we were inside the glass doors, he leaned against the wall and pulled me against his chest.
We passionately kissed as the water from the shower hit my back. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t get enough of him, and although I didn’t know if love was in the cards for us, he was definitely someone I could get used to having around.
I pulled my mouth away from his and planted kisses on his neck, chest, and stomach as I prepared to kneel in front of him. When I grabbed the base of his dick, I shivered with excitement as I rubbed my thumb over the thick veins.
“I’ll take a picture, and you can stare at him as long as you want, but staring ain’t what we doing right now.”
I guess that was my cue to suck, and suck was what I did.