Page 25 of Dream Cum True
“Yeah. We’ll need the nourishment for what I have planned later.”
I didn’t respond verbally, but my pussy, which was still filled with his semi-hard dick, tightened around him.
“She’s always ready for some action, and I love that shit,” he confessed before kissing my forehead.
He took a step back, taking his dick with him, and I felt his absence immediately. After he helped me from the counter, I led him to the bathroom in my bedroom.
“The bathroom isn’t very big, so if you want to wash up first, I’ll wait,” I offered.
“It’s big enough. C’mere.”
He pulled me in front of him, and I looked in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. Elias was a very affectionate man, always touching, rubbing, or kissing me. It was something I wasn’t used to, but it didn’t take long to become one of my favorite things about him.
“If you keep that up, we’ll never make it back to the kitchen,” I warned him.
With his lips still on my neck, his eyes popped up and caught mine in the mirror. Before releasing me, he stole another kiss. Once I was free, I grabbed two face towels from the small cabinet I had installed above the toilet and gave one to Elias.
“Is this the house you lived in with your ex?” he asked while we lathered our towels with warm water and soap.
“No. We sold our house and split the profit. I was able to buy this one with cash. It’s much smaller than our old house, but it’s perfect for me and the girls.”
When we finished washing up, I put on a clean T-shirt while he changed into just a pair of basketball shorts. Elias had the body of a Greek god, and I wasn’t sure how I’d keep my hands off him if he planned to cook shirtless.
“Aren’t you gonna put on a shirt?”
He looked down at his chest. “Will it bother you if I don’t?”
“Not bother, but it might be a bit distracting.”
He smiled as he retrieved a T-shirt from his duffel bag and pulled it over his head.
“Is that better?”
“No, but it’s smarter. Let’s go cook.”
“I know I’ve said it a few times already, but everything was delicious. If you keep making me food from scratch, I won’t want to eat anything store-bought.”
The menu tonight was very simple: linguine pasta with a vodka sauce, parmesan-crusted zucchini, and garlic bread. However, the pasta sauce, pasta, and garlic bread were made from scratch. We’d finished eating, and Elias was gracious enough to help me get the kitchen back in order.
“If you stick around, maybe you won’t have to.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I knew Elias wouldn’t give me a pass, and I avoided looking in his direction as I wiped down the stove top.
“Do you want me to stick around?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How did you mean it?”
“I don’t know, but don’t read too much into it.”
He grabbed my waist and turned me around to face him.
“I’m definitely reading too much into it and between the lines. Baby, if you want me to stick around, just say that. We’re too grown to not say what we mean and mean what we say.”
“I enjoy your company.”
“That’s it?”
