I turned to leave.
"Don't go." She reached out and let her hands slide down my wet abs. She didn’t hesitate to grab my erection. She slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.
My breath came out as a hiss.
She got down on her knees and stared up into my eyes, letting her tongue stroke up and down my length. Fuck, just like that. She brought her lips to my tip and kissed it. And then she licked her own lips in anticipation.
I swallowed hard as I watched her guide my thick cock into her mouth. She slowly slid up and down, torturing me. I forced myself not to grab the back of her head and guide her. I wanted to see what she could do with those lips. Fuck, and that tongue.
She tightened her lips and I groaned. This was better than jerking off to her in here. Nothing could compare to her warm mouth. My tip brushed against the back of her throat.
"Fuck."
She tightened her lips in response and went up and down my shaft as fast as she could. Then her lips went all the way to my hilt. I felt that pull in my stomach. I was seconds away from losing it.
Jesus. I pulled out of her warm mouth. She was mine. And I wanted her to know it. I pumped my fist up and down my length and a shot of cum landed on her tits. She just knelt there looking up at me with lust in her eyes.
I aimed another shot a little higher and it hit her chin. She tilted her head back slightly and squeezed her breasts like this was just as arousing to her as it was to me. God she was perfect. My last shot landed on her chest again. She looked so hot, my cum dripping down her chest and stomach and onto her thighs.
"You look so sexy, Penny." I honestly couldn’t think of a better sight. And seeing her like that was making me hard all over again. I rinsed off under the water as I looked down at her. If I didn’t step out of the shower, I was going to fuck her again. And I wasn’t sure she was ready. "I know you don't like when I leave you naked and alone, but I'm going to go make dinner while you finish up if that's alright."
"Okay."
I got out of the shower, quickly dried off, and got dressed. Even though Ellen made fun of the only meal I knew how to make because of the jarred sauce I used…it was the only thing I knew how to make. And I had a feeling Penny would like anything I gave her. Especially if it was accompanied by a side of cum.
I realized I was actually whistling as the pasta boiled. Whistling. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d whistled. God, I was in deep.
Chapter 30
Monday
I was just getting the casserole dish into the oven as Penny stepped out of my bedroom. She was only wearing the t-shirt I had loaned her. It stopped right below her butt. My eyes gravitated away from her long legs and up to her face. She looked younger without makeup. But still just as beautiful. Her skin was flawless, just the hint of rosiness in her cheeks. There was something nice about the way she was completely exposed to me.
"You look breathtaking, Penny. I don't understand how everything I own looks better on you."
Her cheeks grew rosier. When she reached me, I grabbed her hand and twirled her around. I couldn't help but realize how normal this was. And comfortable. I wanted every night to be like this. I could so easily picture coming home to her. The thought should have terrified me. But if anything, it was comforting.
She laughed and sat down on a stool at the kitchen island. "It smells amazing. What are we having?"
"One of the only things I know how to make. Vodka chicken."
"That sounds fantastic. So, if this is the only thing you know how to make, do you usually order out?" She rested her chin in her hands, her elbows on the granite countertops.
"Rarely."
She laughed. "What, do you have a personal chef or something?"
"Yeah." I opened the oven and peered inside. "Almost ready."
"Why do you never volunteer information? It's like I have to force it out of you."
I shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to people asking me questions that aren't going to be used for articles or something. I've gotten good at giving very vague answers. If you'd like to ask me a few questions, I'll be happy to try and answer them for you." Don’t ask about my past. I didn’t want to ruin our perfect evening. But I knew I’d just invited her to ask me for personal information. This wasn’t going to be good.
I grabbed two plates, two sets of silverware, and two glasses as I waited for her first question.
"I can do that." She slid off the stool and grabbed the dishes from me. "Here, or in the dining room?"
"The dining room is good." I never ate in the dining room. I always ate at the kitchen island really quickly or in my office. But I also usually ate alone.
"And now for the last part of your ideal date,” I said as she finished setting the table. I uncorked a bottle of champagne and poured her a glass. "I think that covers everything.” "Piña coladas. Getting caught in the rain. The feel of the ocean. And the taste of champagne. “So how did I do? Was today worth skipping class for?"
"I'd do anything to spend more time with you. Today was absolutely magical." She held up her glass. "And here's to getting to know each other better tonight."
Fuck. I’m pretty sure my laugh came out nervous as I clinked my glass against hers. I took a large sip of champagne. The feeling that I had with her was enough. I didn’t need to know anything else. But it was true. Just because I didn’t need to know anything else, it didn’t mean I didn’t want to. I wanted to know everything about her. But I couldn’t offer her everything back in return.
"So," she said and sat down. "How long have you lived in this apartment?"
I sat down across from her. Now that was a question I could answer. "Ever since I started working at the university."
She looked around again. "So why aren't there any decorations? There isn't a single picture anywhere."
"I wasn't sure how long I'd be staying for."
"Why?"
I shifted in my chair. "Like I told you before, I needed a change. But I wasn't sure if the change would be permanent." I came here on a whim. I’d always wanted to visit Delaware. Rumor had it that people were nicer here than in the city. I was finding that to be true.
"Do you still think you'll go back to New York?"
I didn't want to lose her. Whatever this was between us, I didn't want to picture it ending. We had only just started dating.
The timer on the oven went off.
"There's nothing left for me in New York." I got up and went back into the kitchen. I grabbed some potholders and pulled the casserole dish out of the oven. I hoped that was all the questions she had. I just wanted to eat in peace. And stare at her. I could stare at her for hours in silence and be perfectly content. I set the dish down on the table and scooped some out for both of us.
She didn't even pick up her fork. "So, the move is permanent now?"
I’m not leaving you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I gave her a smile. "I believe so."
"What made you change your mind?"
Apparently she was not content with silence. But this was another easy question. There was only one thing that had changed my mind. "You."