Page 270 of Labor of Love

“No. No, we didn't, and it does happen every next day.”

“That's true. So tomorrow it is again.”

“Yeah, tomorrow. What should we do today?”

“I don't know. I don't have to work since it's a weekend so we can do whatever. What do you do for fun where you're from?”

“Probably the same as everyone else does here,” I answer flatly.

“Yes, but what do you do? As in you yourself. Do you go places? Like to the park or movies? Do you enjoy watching live music or going out for dinner?”

“I'm not allowed to leave the house without a chaperone and there aren't too many days anyone has the time to be one for me, so everything I do mostly takes place inside.”

“Then we will go outside and stay out until dark.” He slides a piece of bacon between his teeth and I reach for my own food, humming around my first bite of fluffy pancakes.

“No one besides my mom has ever made me breakfast before.”

“Really?” His eyes round. “Well in that case, I'm happy to be the first. What about dinner?”

I shake my head and he frowns.

“Alright, so I'll be making that for you too. What do you like to eat? Have any favorite foods?”

I tap my mouth with my fork. “I like just about everything. Lots of vegetables like carrots and broccoli. Salads are my favorite. I really like dandelion soup too.”

His eyes sparkle with interest. “I see. Not at all what I was expecting but I think I can manage that.”

We finish our food in silence and when we're done, I help him clean up the kitchen, finding any reason I can to touch him in some way. I purposely reach for the same dish from the sink and rest my hand on his back when I move past him. After a while he notices, sliding his fingers over mine with that large beautiful smile on his face. I don't have to find excuses after that. He reaches for me first, rubbing a hand down my spine as wewalk back to the bedroom and squeezing my neck as we wait for the shower water to warm.

He grabs my hand as I step into the tub and climbs in after me, guiding me closer to the water as he rests his hands on my hips. “I like touching you too,” he says lowly in my ear.

“Feel free to do it as much as you want to then.” I press my ass to his groin, circling my hips. His cock comes to life and he kisses my neck, sliding his fingers to one of my nipples.

“I’ll gladly take you up on your offer.” He rolls his hips and I crane my neck, lifting myself on my tiptoes to seal my lips over his. Rolling my tiny nub between his fingers, his other hand curls around my cock, giving me gentle strokes as his tongue thrusts deeper into mine.

“I've never wanted someone this much before,” he says when he pulls away from my mouth briefly before attacking it again with his.

I spin around, kissing him harder, our tongues intertwining and growing sloppy. His cock grinds over mine and he lifts me so effortlessly by my hips, pressing my back to the wall as my legs wrap around his waist. Sliding me up higher, he lines himself up with my hole and brings me back down, impaling me onto his thick cock. I wiggle my hips, my body taking him all the way in on one go as a gush of slick rushes out of me.

The soreness eases the more he moves inside me. His thrusts are slow at first and then he picks up the pace, sucking on my neck and holding me tighter to his body. “You feel so perfect, you know that? Fuck, you feel incredible. I could be inside you forever.”

My head tilts, back arching as bright colors flash behind my eyelids from the exploding sensations of his cock hitting me in all the right places. He feels incredible too and if I died right now, I'd leave this earth the happiest man who ever lived. Sex with your fated mate was everything they said it would be. It'sfireworks lighting up the night sky, heaven on earth and the flowers blooming after an April shower.

Nibbling on my shoulder, he slams upward harder, grunting as he fills me with his cum for the second time. My greedy hole holds onto it, clenching and pulsating as pleasure has me spiraling out of control. His cock kicks inside me one last time and I sag against him, my body singing as I cum hard on a silent cry. His mouth captures mine and I melt into him. He rinses us off and lowers me to my feet. His fingers scrub at my scalp and he washes my hair. I stay in a daze, eyes half closed and legs wobbly.

He grabs onto me when I start leaning too far to the left, laughing into my hair as he carries me out of the shower. I doze off, not knowing how I got from the bathroom to the bedroom. I open my eyes to him dressing me in his larger clothes and shaking his head as his gaze lifts. “We’ve got to get you some stuff that actually fits you.”

“I like being in your clothes,” I say groggily, slowly lifting myself up.

He offers me his and I hook our fingers together, not letting go until I'm sure I can fully hold myself up. I feel boneless, muscles overly relaxed and skin vibrating.

“As cute as you are in them, I'm not sure how long they'll stay on you once you start moving around too much.”

“That won't be a problem for when we stay in.” I lower my gaze, and he quirks a smile.

“You're right. Although no clothes at all will always be my number one choice when at home.”

My belly heats. “You sure you want to leave the house today?”

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