Chapter 36
Daniel
I pull our bags and unlock the door to my unit, that is sumptuously decorated in shades of grey and some hint of black.
I notice how she stares at the view from the window; the view is always captivating at this time of day.
It’s one of the reasons why I picked this unit.
A perfect picturesque landscape of a beautiful city.
“This place is stunning,” she says.
“Thank you, would you like to see the entire unit?”
“Yes, please.”
I take her hand and walk her through the three-bedroom ensuite plus an office unit. It’s well decorated because the décor was done by Mrs DeMoore. I know they are friends, and she likes Lande DeMoore’s designs. When we return to the living room and sit on the sofa facing the view, she turns to me.
“Why would you leave this magnificent luxurious space and move into my crampy three bedroom with nosy neighbors and a young boy that loves to poke you and eat your food?” she says, looking at me, bewildered, like I’d lost my mind.
“You,” I respond, and she stares at me, lost. “Princess, I’ll sleep anywhere you sleep and live anywhere you live.”
“You are crazy, Daniel.” She teases.
I move closer and pull her to me.
“For you.” I kiss her cheek.
“Daniel, this place is amazing. I feel bad that you are living in my small unit.”
I search her eyes and realize she’s not joking.
“I know it is nice and luxurious, but it’s missing one thing.” I pause and lock her eyes with her. “You.”
She gasps “I’ll always give it all up for you,” I state. I hold her closer as she tries to pull away from me. “Wherever you are is my luxurious place.”
"Daniel.” Her eyes fill with tears, her voice thick with emotion.
She leans toward me and her mouth meets mine, a kiss with an equal, fiery intensity.
My hand glides beneath the fabric of her blouse, and my fingers work to unfasten her bra, seeking the softness of her breast. The gentle massage causes a soft moan to escape her lips.
“Daniel, we should go to your bed before we ruin this fancy sofa with my cum.”
“Don’t care about the sofa,” I answer, kissing her neck and ears.
“You are insatiable, Uncle Dan,” she purrs.
“And you like it.”
She rolls her eyes at me, before I buried my face between her legs. I want to taste her.