I watch where we’re going the whole time. I thought Declan would live in a condo or even a high rise more in the city, since I know he has an office there. I’m pleasantly surprised when we turn into an older neighborhood that has tree lined streets. The homes are older and well maintained. All of the lawns are immaculate. We pull into the driveway and I’m speechless. His home is beautiful.
“I’d never want to leave,” I mumble under my breath. I didn’t think he could hear me until he says, “I’m hoping you never want to.”
Declan
Shit. I hope I didn’t just screw things up. Kendall looks at me and smiles. That smile says it all.
“Ready to see the inside?” I bought this house right after I met Kendall. We didn’t know each other as well as we do now. When I saw the listing, I called the realtor immediately. I could already envision Kendall living here barefoot and pregnant. Yeah, that makes me sound like a cave man, but I don’t give a fuck. I knew she would be mine.
“It’s gorgeous and I’ve only seen the outside,” she says in awe. The house is older, well over one hundred years old, it’s been gutted and completely remodeled. Yet still has the old world feel. Something I hope she loves as much as I do.
“It’s come a long way than what it was a few years ago. From what I’ve seen of the pictures, it was decades out of date, and they laid linoleum over the original hardwoods. The previous homeowner restored it to its original glory with some upgrades,” I tell her.
“I can’t wait to see the inside.” Kendall’s smile is bright as we walk in through the front door. The garage is still a mess, so I don’t park in there just yet.
We walk into the foyer. Most homes that have been remodeled have an open floor plan. This home doesn’t. The stairs to the second story are to the left. It has old world charm.
“Wow, I have no words. It’s beautiful,” she says, walking on her own into the house and making her way to the back of the house where the kitchen and dining room are.
“Look at this kitchen. Can we cook dinner here tonight?” she asks.
“Anything you want to do, Kendall, we’ll do it,” I say as I come up behind her. My front pressed against her back, I hold her to me. I can feel her lush ass up against my hardening cock.
She leans back into me and I know she can feel me. Tonight, is going to be the night I make Kendall mine in every single way.
The kitchen has an old-fashioned farmhouse sink and all of the trim and doors are original, but other than that, everything else is new.
“Let’s see what we have in here to cook,” I say to her as I head to the refrigerator. I had my parents come over today while I was at work and stock up on food. Being gone most of the week at the office and only here to sleep left little time to go grocery shopping. When I told my parents about Kendall, my mom cried and my dad grasped my shoulder and said, “Happy for you son. When you find the one, don’t ever let her go.”
His advice I didn’t really need to hear. I knew Kendall was the one and this only solidifies it.
“How do you feel about creamy garlic chicken?” I ask her.
“I love anything chicken. What can I do to help?” She’s right beside me now.
“Can you grab the chicken, heavy whipping cream, butter, and parsley out of the fridge?”
“On it,” she replies.
We work together seamlessly. It’s something that I know I’ll be doing every night as soon as she’s completely moved in with me.
When our dinner is ready, we eat at the kitchen island. She’s making these noises as she eats that make my dick stand on alert.
I have to tell myself to cool down. My poor cock though, it’s going to have a permanent zipper imprint before too long.
Kendall
Dinner was amazing. Cooking, eating, and even cleaning up the kitchen with Declan. It was as if we’ve been doing it our whole life together. There’s a living room off of the kitchen area and that’s where we are now. This couch is so deep that Declan is laying behind me, while I’m in front of him and there’s still room that neither one of us will fall off the couch.
Declan has his arm under my neck, and I can feel him every now and then leave a trail of kisses along the backside of my neck down to the underside of my ear. Add his fingers on my hip and me grinding back into his erection, I could come just like this.