“You’re welcome.” I start to say something then decide not to and just grab his hand locking our fingers together but I keep watching the movie. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him smile when he feels my hand in his. Instantly I calm down from not knowing if he’ll be alright with that after everything I said at the hotel, and lean my head on his shoulder. He leans his head against mine and a bigger smile spreads across my face.
“I love you.” The words just came tumbling out of my mouth. I mean it isn’t like they aren’t true.
“I love you too darling.”
“Mmm I’m glad, and I’m so glad that I met you.”
“So am I.” I straddle him and kiss him passionately and he kisses me back.
“I really love you.” I start kissing down to his neck and lightly bites him. He moans softly as I move back up to his lips and lays against his chest listening to his heart beat. I love the sound and it calms me back down. I’m not fully ready for sex yet, but making out is a good substitute. He rubs my back and when the song comes on I start to sing along.
“Comfy?”
“Yes Captain, I’m very comfortable.” I kiss his cheek then turns to see the television. I see him blush as he watches the movie and I smile and keep singing to the songs. He loves listening to me sing and I see him smile which causes me to blush.
“Is that a blush I see?” I blush even more which makes him chuckle before saying, “Aww so cute.” I’m blushing so much at this point that I do the only thing I can think of to get the attention off of me. I sit up and kiss him gently on the lips.
“Mmmm you taste good.” Then I lay back on his chest and watch the movie.
“Mmmm.” That’s all he says before slightly licking his own lips, so I raise up and kiss him again.
“Mmm don’t lick your lips please. I already want you.” He moans a little.
“Mmmm.”
“You have no idea how bad I want to ride you right now Captain, so no more licking your lips.” I feel him get a little hard. I know that calling him that name turns him on and I’ve called him that at least twice tonight so I’m skating on thin ice. I lay my head back down and focus on the movie. When the last scene starts, I can still feel him through his boxers since my arm is now draped over his lap.
“Well the movie is almost over anyway.” I get on top of him and kiss him gently but passionately. After a few minutes I get off of him and lays down snuggling close. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. Lets just go to sleep now. I’m a bit tired and I can tell that you are too.”
“Finish what you start.” He says it in a commanding voice and I must admit that it turns me on.
“Yes sir.” I climb back on top of him and start kissing him deeply while slowly grinding my hips against him. What is happening to me? It’s like all the rules I set in place are being pushed aside by my own body. Clearly my body doesn’t care what I say. “Mmmm.” He kisses me back while grabbing my waist which makes me grind faster as I slip my tongue in his mouth while kissing him with more passion.
“Mmm Captain.” I can feel him start to release his grip on my waist and I know that he’s trying to keep going but that he’s tired. He’s been working 12-16 hours a day and that is taking a toll on his body. I get off of him and lie down next to him.
“Baby please lets just go to bed. You’re tired and we can do this another night.”
“Mmm fine.”
“Don’t be stubborn. I don’t want to stop cause I’m very wet and horny but you’re sleepy.” Before I know what’s happening, he climbs on top of me and kisses my neck. He knows that’s my spot and I moan softly. He starts taking off his boxers and thrusts into me. I moan louder and my hands grab his back pulling him closer to me. For some reason I need him as close as possible to me tonight.
“Ohhh. Mmmm yes.”
He thrusts deeper and harder inside of me and it feels so damn good that I moan even louder wrapping my legs around his waist while moving my hips.
“Oh God yes daddy!”
He leans down and sucks on my tits as I moan and say his name moving my hips faster. I arch my back to give him better access to them which also allows me to take him even deeper inside of me. It feels absolutely amazing and I scream his name while scratching his back. I hear him let out a low hiss and that makes me stop scratching and start kissing his neck.
“Ohhh yes Captain. Mmmm.” I moan louder and move my hips while running my fingers through his hair. He gets harder inside of me if that is even possible and I scream his name moving my hips faster, lightly pulling his hair. “Ahh ohh yes Captain, just like that baby.”
The next morning I wake up and gently push him off of me, then goes to the bathroom. I come back to bed when I’m done and gently lay down next to him snuggling close and I close my eyes and go back to sleep. Before I drift off completely I can feel his arms wrap around me. Even in his sleep this man wants to protect me and I realize that no matter what, I do trust him and from now on I’m never letting anyone make me doubt that again.
Later that day, I wake up to his side of the bed being empty and a frown comes onto my face. I look at the time and realize that I slept until well past the time for him to go to work. Dragging myself out of bed, I put on my robe and head to the kitchen to see what I can take out to cook for dinner. I settled on fried chicken with red beans and rice and cornbread with a salad. I also decide to make a strawberry cake with lemonade icing for dessert. I know that he’ll probably be way too tired to eat everything but it’ll be there for when he can. While the chicken is baking, I take the time to take a shower and then I sit on the sofa with my laptop and get some much needed work done. Normally fried chicken goes with the meal that I’m preparing but we’re trying to eat healthier so I changed it to baked chicken. He’s a meat eater anyway so no matter what meat I cook he’ll eat plus there’s sausage in the red beans as well, so he’ll be very happy with his dinner tonight.
I’ve realized that since I’ve been living here, I’m trying different things food wise and some have been pretty good while others I can live without. My man is an amazing cook though he prefers to eat my cooking. I’m a Southern woman and cooking is in my blood but I do get tired of it sometimes, so we’ve made a compromise. He cooks breakfast, for lunch he’s at work so usually I’ll pack his and it would be whatever we had for dinner the night before unless he wants something different, and I cook dinner. On Saturdays, I cook breakfast so he can sleep in and he cooks dinner, and then on Sunday we rarely eat breakfast so if we do it is mostly cereal or oatmeal, and then for lunch we order something or eat sandwiches, then I cook dinner since Mondays are his long work days and I want him to rest as much as possible.