I’ve talked her into calling in to work this week. She didn't fight me about staying at my place. She actually seems rather unattached to her place. In the few days she’s been here she’s already given this place more life than I ever have.
Not only that, she's put a few of her own touches on it. When we went to the antique market one afternoon, she pointed out a few items that she thought were pretty. I bought every piece that she showed interest in.
I had them brought back to my place, where she went about picking locations she thought were appropriate for them. It made me smile, knowing that, unlike with her own apartment, the changes she made to mine showed signs of her personality. It is more telling than she knows. It means she’s comfortable in my space. I’ll take every little victory that I can when it comes to her.
She was so used to not making any place she stayed permanent. It seems as though she never puts in too much effort to make it a real home. She only does the bare minimum to live in her space. Nothing more or less. Nothing she could grow attached to.
From what I read in her files and the little she’s told me about her childhood, I know she moved around pretty frequently. Her picking things out for my place silently shows me a lot more than my dollface is ready to openly admit. I’m not even sure if she’s aware that she’s doing it.
She’s starting to make this place look like a real home. I almost want to call it nesting. I catch her tidying things up and moving things around when she thinks that I’m not looking. I found some of her personal items in my bathroom the other day. You would've thought I hit the jackpot with the smile that brought to my face. But no, it was only lotion, some lip gloss and some facial creams.
I want her as comfortable as she can get because she isn’t going anywhere. If she weren’t so leery about this whole thing, I would’ve already had all of her things moved into my place. I know that I can't do that with my dollface though; that might send her running. I need to remain patient.
I walk over to the bed. Leaning down, I push a blond lock of hair out of her face to kiss her softly before I pull myself from the bedroom. I’ll let her sleep a little longer. I head into the kitchen to put the food that was just delivered into the oven to stay warm.
Amelia’s phone buzzes across the counter, Mia’s name coming up on the screen. She talks about Mia often. I know they are close but she’s made no mention of me meeting her. I wonder if she knows that Max came to see me that night. She’s never mentioned it.
Whenever she takes a call from Mia, she always wanders off and they talk in hushed tones. Again, making me think there is something Amelia isn’t telling me. I could be paranoid and they could be talking about me, but it feels as though something is off.
I contemplate answering the phone after it buzzes for the second time in only minutes but I don’t want to invade her privacy. She’s only beginning to trust me at this point and I need to respect her boundaries. A little, anyways. Not enough to allow her to pull away from me but enough to allow her to grow into herself.
“Looks like your office staff aren’t the only nosy people I have to worry about.” I turn my head to see her walking into the kitchen.
She only has one of my shirts on that hits her mid-thigh, showing me those sexy long legs of hers. Her hair is a mess from sleep and her eyes are still sleepy, yet her mouth is as sassy and kissable as always. I reach down to adjust my hard cock. Her eyes follow my movement and I can see the lust in them grow. Fuck she’s gorgeous.
“Ethan.” Her voice comes out in a whisper. I stalk to her, lifting her into my arms. She immediately wraps her legs around me. At this moment, I don’t care about boundaries or walls. I need to feel her pressed against me. She moans as I begin kissing her deep and hard. I pour everything I have into that kiss as my hands grip her bare ass.
“No panties,” I growl as she begins rubbing her hot little pussy against my cock. I can feel how soaked she is for me through my pants. “Did you sleep next to me all night bare? Were you hoping that I’d slip my hand around and stroke your cunt?” Her motions become faster at my filthy words, letting me know she likes them. There hasn’t been a thing I’ve done to her body this week she hasn’t liked. “That’s it, dollface, rub yourself all over me. Let me make you feel good.”