Is it really this simple? Have I just found my forever? Is the only thought I have during this five-minute walk. We hold hands the entire way, he and I exchange glances with one another that hold more than a few promises. I am so wrapped in being in his presence that I forget to be embarrassed by the shape my studio is in until it is too late. “Crap. I… didn’t expect to have any company,” I say to him as I pick up my pajamas and underwear off the floor, frantically trying to hide them from him. I don’t bother looking at his face, sure that is frowned up as he realizes what a slob I am.
“I see I am going to have to hire a maid for our bedroom every day,” he says with a chuckle. Turning around to be sure I heard him correctly, I look in his eyes and see nothing but pure sincerity.
“Did you just say…” I begin but he cuts me off his hands holding my face.
“Mine is what I called you and I meant it. Did you think a few glimpses of your lace panties on the floor were going to stop something? Being honest I would tell you that you won’t need those. At least not for a while, I like easy access. But nothing is going to change the direction this is headed. Understand?” He asks his eyes never leaving mine. I am more than stunned by his words and the pure devotion this man I just met is showing me. I simply nod, words escaping me. “Good. Now hurry up baby. Seeing your unnecessary panties, just made me thirsty.” His voice suddenly much deeper sends chills up my spine and makes my pussy pulse. I take a second to make sure there is no uneaten food in the sink and that the dishwasher is up and running before trotting to my dresser and grabbing a few things. I figure for the weekend I need pajamas, undergarments, t-shirts, jeans, a pair of leggings, slippers and all of my toiletries. In less than ten minutes I am back in front of him.
“Ready,” I say simply, feeling more than anxious. I mean, what do I really know about him? Nothing. Other than the fact that he makes me feel things I have never felt. He could be a serial killer for all I know. But somehow, I just don't get that vibe from him.
“Good. Let’s go, baby.” He holds his hand out, giving me the chance to walk away from this situation. I look at it briefly before taking a deep breath and grabbing it. “Thank God.” I hear him mumble. I can’t help but smile. It feels good knowing he wasn’t sure I would come. Now I am just praying I don't end up hurt.NickThe entire Uber ride I am talking to my cock trying to remind him someone else is in the car with us. Ever since I saw her underwear on the floor, I have been a bundle of nerves hell bent on fucking my kid into her and never letting her off my cock. Watching her walk around her place all full of nerves and shit made my chest puff out. It also reminded me that I have to be gentle with her heart. She is an angel. Literally. A little snow fairy sent down here to bring me out of my funk and give me a reason to smile again and to be honest, I don’t think I have stopped smiling since I laid eyes on her. My sister would be checking my forehead for fever or something equally as annoying if she saw me right now. Speaking of, I should probably call her and let her know I am getting married. I won’t bother telling my parents. They probably would be too busy working to take the call. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. But they weren't the most...affectionate...if you will. They were very cold, distant, exacting. Basically, they were me. If it weren't for my grandmother, Grace wouldn’t be as soft and emotional as she is either.
Huh. It doesn’t occur to me to slow down. I have never been the type of guy to let anything like that stop me in business and I am not going to let it stop in love. The Uber driver gets out of the car to open her door and something in me snaps. “Get back in the damn car. Don’t look at her. I got the door.” I growl out, not giving a shit that I am being unreasonable. Trying not to piss his pants, he hops his scrawny ass back in the car as I open her door for her.
“Was that entirely necessary?” she asks rolling her eyes at me. Why does that turn me on?