Chapter 11 - Mike
I wake up to the smell of bacon and realize that Willow isn’t beside me.
Pulling on some boxers, I head to the kitchen and find that she’s in the middle of cooking breakfast.
“Hey, handsome. Enjoy your beauty sleep? I suppose people as old as you tire easily.”
She’s wearing one of my shirts and it’s far too large for her, but it actually looks pretty good and shows off her legs nicely.
I walk up to her and kiss her neck while sliding my hand between her legs. “Morning, Kitten.”
Her eyes flutter as I stroke her pussy, but then she pulls away and smacks my hand. “Mmm, behave. None of that for now. Here I am, trying to be a sweet girlfriend and make you a lovely breakfast, and you’re trying to distract me.”
She gives me a fake angry stare, but can’t hold it for long before bursting into laughter and kissing me.
“Go sit down. Breakfast is almost done. You need to eat so you’ll have plenty of energy to fuck me before I go home.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I reply, giving her a salute.
I sit on the couch, and after a few minutes she brings over two plates full of pancakes and bacon. The bacon is nice and crispy, exactly how I like it.
“Oops, I forgot the maple syrup.”
She sets her plate on the side table and runs back to the kitchen. She comes back with the bottle, pouring some on her pancakes after she sits down.
When she notices me waiting for the bottle, she puts a dab on her bacon and blinks at me innocently. “Oh, do you want some too?”
I nod and think about taking her back to bed and pouring some syrup on her nipples and sucking it off.
“Oh no, it’s that look,” she says, giving me a sideways glance as she passes me the bottle. “You’re thinking something naughty.”
I smirk, but don’t reply. The food is delicious, and it takes me almost no time at all to finish it. When we’re both done, I take the plates to the kitchen and clean everything up.
“UGH,” I hear her mutter to herself.
“What’s the matter?” I peek out the kitchen doorway at her, and see she’s typing on her phone.
“Surprise, surprise. It’s more messages from my mom. Why can’t I have a few days of peace without her bugging me?”
I watch her, absorbed in her phone. She curls her legs next to her on the sofa and sinks back, relaxed. She fits in here, and it feels right, so I finally decide to ask her the question that has been buzzing around in my head the last few days.
I walk over and sit down beside her, waiting for her to finish sending her reply. She flashes me a smile. “Can you give me a moment?”
Usually when I have to wait and do nothing I become easily bored, but with her I’m completely happy. It means I get to enjoy having her near. I could sit content like this with her forever.
Eventually she puts down the phone and turns back to me. “Okay, sorry. My mom is being annoying, like usual.”
I take her hand and gently stroke it, giving her palm a tickle.
“That’s okay Kitten. I don’t mind.” This is the perfect opportunity to pop the question. “You like it here, don’t you?”
She cuddles against me and rubs her cheek on my shoulder. “Of course I do. You have an enormous comfy bed, all the old movies I could ever want to watch… and the house comes with a smoking hot owner. What’s not to like?”
I take a deep breath and steady myself. This is a huge step in our relationship.
“So, I was wondering...I’m aware this is a big question and I understand if it’s too early to ask, but would you like to move in with me?”
The moment I ask it, my heart starts beating wildly and it seems like an eternity before she replies.