“Oh, I don’t think I have much. Though I love to cook, it’s hard to cook for one,” she says getting out of bed. She grabs a short, red cotton robe from the chair by the bed and puts it on, covering her body from my gaze. She comes into the kitchen area and starts looking around. “Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” She holds up a package of Swiss cheese from the fridge as if she’s Vanna White. Her hair is wild from sleep. She looks like a goddess coming down to Earth to fall in love.
I’ve always been a firm believer in love but love at first sight isn’t anything you can really prepare for until it happens to you. Who would have thought that something as mundane as holding a package of Swiss cheese would be the moment that I realized it? Subconsciously, I knew she was the one when I saw her on the train, but I didn’t want to admit it.
“Sounds good,” I tell her. She grabs butter and bread. I take them from her and start buttering the bread. She gets a can of soup from the cabinet as well as the milk.
“Thank you,” she says tucking her long hair behind her ear.
“No problem,” I tell her, continuing my task.
“I feel like we should get to know each other, ya know, if last night wasn’t just talk.”
“It wasn’t just talk, Brenna. I meant what I said.”
“This is crazy though, right?”
“Who cares?” I say shrugging.
“My parents for one. Maybe my little sister,” she replies.
“Oh, my parents died years ago, and I am an only child, so I am not used to looking to anyone for advice or approval,” I tell her. She reaches out and places her hand on mine.
“I’m so sorry,” she says.
“It’s not a big deal. I’m used to it. I was ten when they died. My grandparents moved into their house to raise me, now they are retired down in Florida. It all worked out in the end.”
“That’s still really sad, Seamus.”
“It is what it is, Brenna. Let’s talk about something else,” I say putting bread in the skillet she pulled out. It sizzles as it melts the butter.
“Alright. I’m sorry,” she says softly while stirring the soup.
“No, I’m sorry. Ignore me.”
“That’s hard for me to do.”
“Is it?”
“Very much so. It’s like I’m under some kind of spell.”
“Are you?”
“Can’t you tell?” she asks, turning the soup off. I pull the sandwiches off the burner and turn to her. I put my hand on her neck in order to pull her closer to me. I lower my lips to hers and forget all about food. Suddenly, she’s on her knees in front of me. Skimming her fingers over the waistband of my boxers, I shudder as she pulls them down and palms my cock.
“You’re so big, Seamus,” she says, placing a kiss on the tip of my rapidly hardening cock. Slowly, she jerks it to full hardness and wraps her lips around me, sucking me into her throat. Motherfucker, I have to clench my fists to keep from coming instantly.
“Shit,” I growl. Automatically, I bury my hands in her hair. She moans when I pull it a little bit. “You’re a bad girl, Brenna.”
“Nope,” she says pulling off my dick.
“No?” I question looking down into her eyes.
“Uh-uh. I’m a good girl,” she says pulling me back into her mouth.
“Show me,” I demand and by God, she does. I have never felt anything so fucking good in all my life. Just as I am about to come, I pull her off of me.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouts as I help her to her feet. I kiss her again. I can’t stop kissing her to be honest. She’s so fucking responsive as I lift her up and set her on the counter.
“I don’t want to waste a drop of my seed until you are full of my baby,” I tell her.
“I think I’d like that,” she replies, biting her lip.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Opening her robe, I take a deep breath and thank God because I am the luckiest man to ever walk the Earth. “But I am the one who is under your spell, Brenna,” I say recalling our earlier conversation.
“So, we are both charmed then,” she moans when I wrap my lips around her right nipple.
“Very much so,” I growl before moving to her other tight peak. I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the couch. With her ass firmly on the cushions, I slide into her slowly. In and out, I fuck her. Using my thumb, I push her clit until she comes, screaming loudly. While she is still riding the wave and praising God, I fill her with my seed again. Taking her bare will have consequences. Consequences I can’t wait to handle.