Walking back to the kitchen, she arranged what looked like stuffed zucchini on a plate.
“What are those?” I asked for they looked and smelled delicious.
“Italian sausage stuffed zucchini.” She smiled.
I took the plate of zucchini and the bread she cut up over to the table while she pulled a glass dish out of the oven.
“I hope you like Caprese Chicken,” she spoke as she set it down in the center of the table.
“It’s one of my favorites.”
I took a seat at the table and looked at the meal she cooked for me. Caprese Chicken, Italian sausage stuffed zucchini, antipasto salad and fresh bread.
“Shit. I forgot the wine,” she said as she began to get up from her seat.
“Sit down. I’ll get it.”
“It’s on the counter and there’s a glass in the cabinet next to the stove. Would you mind grabbing me a bottle of water from the refrigerator?”
“Coming right up.” I gave her a wink.
Not only was she a good designer, she was also an excellent cook. I didn’t think I’d ever had a home-cooked meal this delicious before.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” I asked.
“My mother taught me. My aunt never cooked, and if I wanted to eat, I had to do all the cooking. My mom was a huge cook, and she always had me in the kitchen helping her ever since I was about two years old. I learned a lot from her and over the years I found that being in the kitchen was therapeutic for me. It calms my mind down if that makes sense. Plus, there’s the creative aspect of it.”
“I can understand that,” I spoke as I took a bite of the Caprese Chicken. “This is amazing.”
I wasn’t just telling her that to make her feel good. I genuinely meant it. Everything about this dinner was exceptional. Especially the Italian sausage stuffed zucchini. I’d never had it before, and it was quickly becoming one of my favorite foods.
When we finished dinner, I cleared the table while she started to clean up the kitchen. When I walked in with the dishes in my hand, she was standing over the sink washing the glass dish she cooked the chicken in. Walking up behind her, I placed my hands in the soapy water on top of hers.
“Let me clean this up,” I softly spoke in her ear. “You go sit down and relax.”
She froze and slightly turned her head.
“Thank you. I got this.”
“But I insist.” My breath traveled down her neck.
I heard the sharp inhale of her breath as I removed her hands from the water, grabbed a towel and began to dry them off. She turned around in my arms and instantly our eyes locked while I finished drying them off.
“You’re my guest,” she softly spoke.
The corners of my mouth curved upward as I stared into her beautiful eyes. Removing the towel from her hands, I set it down and placed my finger under her chin.
“I want to,” I spoke in a mere whisper as I slowly leaned in and brushed my lips against hers.
To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe she’d return my kiss, or she’d pull away and slap me. She welcomed my lips and with a slight part, I slipped my tongue inside and met hers for the first time.
Chapter 20
Harper
My body was on fire. The softness of his lips against mine was tantalizing as was the warmth of his tongue dancing with mine. His hands moved up and down my body as mine tangled through his hair, and the hardness of his cock pressed against my belly.
“I can stop if you want me to,” he whispered as he broke our kiss and placed his hand on my cheek.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Instantly, his mouth smashed into mine while he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. He hovered over me, his lips tangling with mine as his hand fondled my breast. He sat me up and lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. His eyes diverted to the cleavage that my push up bra so eloquently provided. Reaching around my back, he unhooked my bra and slid it off me.
I lay back down while his mouth traveled to my breasts, softly stroking each one with his tongue before taking my hardened peaks in his mouth. A moan erupted from me.
“Your breasts are so beautiful,” he whispered as he cupped one of them in his strong hands while his mouth worked the other.
Before I knew it, he’d unbuttoned my pants and slid them off my hips, taking them off with one smooth pull. He brought his mouth up to mine as his hand slid down the front of my panties and his finger dipped inside me. A louder moan erupted from me as I arched my back in ecstasy. He touched me in ways I’d never been touched before.
“Before I bury myself deep inside you, I want you to come for me.”
It wasn’t hard to grant his wish as he skillfully explored me. I was at the edge of the cliff and ready to dive off into a beautiful mind-blowing orgasm. The feeling was unreal and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d had plenty of orgasms in my life, but never one as heightening as what I was about to experience. My fingers gripped the comforter as the release happened and I couldn’t help but let out noises I didn’t even know could come from me.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” A smile crossed his lips as he stared into my eyes.
He climbed off the bed and started to strip out of his clothes. He removed his unbuttoned shirt and tossed it to the floor. His body was a gift from the gods. A beautiful ripped, toned and muscular body. I held my breath in anticipation as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. I couldn’t help but stare at his all black boxer briefs that fit him like a glove. He gripped the sides of his briefs and pulled them down revealing the package I fantasized about since I’d met him. He was blessed, and I was about to be.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Enough not to use a condom. You’re already pregnant so we don’t have to worry about that, and I can guarantee you that I’m one hundred percent clean,” he spoke as he hovered over me.
“I trust you.”
Reaching up, I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips to mine. He slowly thrust inside me and I gasped at the feeling that overtook me. Moving in and out of me with precision, I felt intoxicated. Moans escaped both of us as we enjoyed each other, and my body geared up for another orgasm. I howled in delight as my legs tightened around him and a rush of warmth flooded me. His thrusts slowed and suddenly stopped as his cock buried itself deep inside me and exploded. His body collapsed on mine while his hands tangled in my hair and my arms tightened around him. I could feel the rapid beating of his heart and suddenly I knew I was done for.
“Shit,” he spoke with bated breath as he rolled off me and laid on his back with his hand over his heart.
I rolled on my side and snuggled into him as his arm wrapped around me and his lips kissed the top of my head.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been better.” I smiled as I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him.
“Can I ask you a personal question? If you don’t want to answer it’s fine. I’ll understand.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What happened to the baby’s father? Did he not want the baby or something?”