Making me lace my legs around his torso, he walked out of the bathroom to his room, and then to his closet, where he sat me on the island in the middle. And we kept kissing until we were both out of breath.
"I have... a... question," I struggled to breath.
"Anything for you, love," he whispered, dropping a soft kiss on my lips. "Voice your thoughts."
I took my time breathing in and out, "Before, when I first fainted, I woke up clean, in a clean bed, with your shirt on. How?"
"I cleaned the bed, cleaned us, dressed you with my shirt, and watched you sleep like a Princess," he beamed, the darkness that was surrounding him as he vocally claimed me in the bathroom, nowhere to be seen. "I would have put a panty in you, but I'm keeping the one you had under your dress with me."
Playing with his hair, I kissed his lips, then cheeks, jaw, and descended to his neck, sucking it softly. "I have clean ones in my bag."
He let out a moan when I passed my lips go the other side of his neck, "In that little black clutch?"
"It fits a lot in there, the size is tricky."
"Sound like you," he grinned and I gasped feeling my face burn. "You're short and small, but it fits a lot in you. You did take me as if you were made for my cock," he gave me a new hand necklace and brought his lips to my ears, already aware that it's one of my weak points. "Maybe you were made for me, and that's why your tight pussy swallows me so good, baby girl."
"Daddy, you're making me want you in me again," I muttered.
"Hold that hunger, love," he put some space between us and I growled in protest. "I want to see you in my shirt again, then I'll cook you breakfast. We need to eat. We used a lot of energy and given how I took your precious virginity last night, and we already fucked like crazy, you may be numb to it, but your pretty body must be starving. I know I am, both for you and for food."
He walked towards one of his many wardrobes, and I gawked at his naked sculpted body.
"After we finish eating, I'll eat you up again."
"Hm," I muttered, focused on looking at him moving in all his grace, and in how his cock was still hard.
"You keep gawking at me, love, did you like my tattoos?"
Like is an understatement. "I loved your tattoos. They made you even hotter. I also want to get some, but I've been procrastinating on it," and I still need mom's permission for it, as I'm not emancipated yet, though I'm sure she wouldn't mind it, as both her and my dad always enjoyed them. Aunt Monika does too. "I almost got one with my best friend earlier this year, in her birthday, in October 22nd, but I decided to wait."
"Her birthday is close to mine," is it? "What tat did she get?"
"She got an Eastern dragon on her spine," I plan on getting a serpent on the same place, "an upside rose in the middle of her breasts, and three little dragons on the left rib curve of her breast."
"Game of Thrones fan too, I see," he giggled. "Three at once, the girl has a good pain tolerance."
"Not at all," I chuckled, remembering. "She cried like a baby, but went with it because she's stubborn and said she would. She's as prideful as I am. And well, I kind of bet that she would chicken out, just to mess with her, and it made her want to do it even more."
Cecylia is gold. Ugh, I love her.
"How mischievous, love. Sounds like what I would do," he grinned.
I licked my lips, "So, your birthday is in October," let's get personal.
After he dressed a pair of Versace black shorts, Rafał picked a black Armani dress shirt and turned to me, "Open your arms, my love," as I did, he put the shirt on me, then began to button it, but his eyes were on mine the whole time. "My birthday is on October 25th, love. What about yours?" He's a Scorpio. It makes a lot of sense.
"Near Christmas," I rolled my shoulders. "December 21st."
His eyes gleamed with excitement, "Today is December 5th, meaning your birthday will be in 16 days," he left the top three buttons open. "Wait here, love," he kissed me again before leaving the closet and disappearing into his bedroom for some instants. When he came back, he had my clutch on his hands, "I won't be able to stay out of you, if I know you don't have a panty on."
Blushing hard, I bit my bottom lip, "I brought five, because you never know. Red, black, green, white, and dark pink. You can chose," I pointed at my bag.
His eyes sparkled with desire, and he opened the clutch, taking everything out of it and setting over the island top, as I put the panties at the bottom of it. Then he picked the red one, "Come here, baby girl, let me put this on you."
He carried me down and bend his knees in front of me, as I held on his shoulders, he dressed the small lace red panty on me, his hands disappearing inside his shirt that was around my knees.
But when his hands grabbed my thick ass tight, I pushed him to be sitting over his heels, then straddled him, kissing him deep as my nails scratched his wide back and I pressed my covered pussy over his erection covered by his short, causing the friction I so desperately wanted.
Rafał kissed me back just as desperately, tightening his grip on my ass, lifting my hips a bit and pressing my covered pussy directly on his cock that got so hard that it broke free from the shorts. "Daddy, let's eat later, I need you, please, I beg you. I need you in me," I cried.
"Fuck, baby girl. Look what you do to me," he cursed. "You're already so wet for me, and I'm painfully hard again. I can't even get a grip and keep my hands off you."
"Daddy, please," I begged again, moving my hips on his cock, provoking him to let go.
"I can't say no to you, baby girl, you have no idea of the power you're having on me," he whispered and quickly pushed my panty aside and thanks to my pussy juices being a natural lube for us, he went balls deep inside me, and I cried.
Muttering profanities, I began to ride him like the addicted he turned me into, until he shut my cries and cursed with his lips, diving in me like he waited his entire life for this. I know I did.
Even if I was clueless about it.
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We fucked on the fluffy black carpet he has on a side of his closet, and on the wall, and on the island in the center, and against the wardrobe, and on the carpet again. When we stopped, we dressed up again and put a good distance between us, but when I bend down to get my bag that had fallen to the ground during the mess we made, he grabbed my hips and pressed his new erection on me. And as I can't control myself, I pushed the panty aside again and he fucked me on that position.
"Sorry, I really can't keep my cock to myself. You're making me lose my mind, love. I feel like a feral beast, instantly consumed by a primal hunger to fuck you to oblivion," he gave grabbed my ass tight as I pressed my breasts on his chest, on the very tip of my toes to kiss him. "I'm the one for you, love. The one who will only have eyes for you, and will be addicted and obsessed with every single thing you do."
Rafał kissed me, and then, like he did yesterday, he held me on his arms bridal style and walked out of his room, to the stairs and down to the kitchen. Then he sat me on one of the seats in front of the black quartz kitchen island and walked to the other side. With no struggle, he reached for the top cabinet at the left and picked two pans.
"I asked you that before, to know if we would be compatible on life goals level," he told me as he set the pans over the induction cooktop on his side of the island, a naughty smirk dancing on his lips. "I plan on getting married and having at least four kids. Maybe more. I've always wanted to be a husband and a father, a good one, opposite to the example I got from my parents, more like my 5th brother and my sister-in-law. I've worked hard until now to have a stable career, where I'm my own boss, to be able to live more freely and focus on my family when I decided to start one."
I leaned closer, resting my face on my hands as I watched him. "Do you want to build your family with me, Rafał?"
It was both a question and an offer.
"I do, love. I wasn't joking when I claimed you as mine. Being mine means you are my woman, you will be my wife, you will bear my children, and you will live with me," the firm certainty in his deep possessive voice made my bones ignite. "You will be my baby girl, my partner, my lover, my best friend, my confident, my slut, my girlfriend, my person. Oh, and you don't have to worry with past relationships, I've never dated before."
My eyes glowed with the meaning of his words. The fact that I'll be his first in something and that he's choosing me out of all the people he ever met. "Never?"
"Never. I see dating as the courting stage that leads up to marriage. I made a vowel to only date the woman I would be putting a ring on and tying myself with until death do us part. And I've always been serious about this. I don't want to date for years, I want to date for a while and get engaged at maximum a year after."
Is he warning me?
Rafał took the eggs from the fridge, together with the cheese, salami, and butter, then put them on the island top.
"You sleep talks, love," his words made me blush hard. "I don't know what you were dreaming of, but you said something about eggs and cheese. So, I'm gonna make it for you. You must be unconsciously craving for it."
"God have mercy," I gasped. "I totally forgot I sleep talk. I got used to only my family and my best friend knowing about it. Might be because I'm not used to being this close to anyone else."
"You will get used to it, love. But do you only sleep talks or sleepwalks too?" He asked softly, no judgement at all.
"Both," I covered my face embarrassed. "Ugh. It's embarrassing."
"I'll take care of you, my love," he giggled. "No need for you to feel embarrassed. My mom also has sleepwalking problems, so, I know the catch and how to take care of you when it happen."
"Why are you perfect?" I growled annoyed. "You have no downside at all. It's insane."
"You say that because you don't consider my downsides, actual downsides. I don't either, so, it is what it is," he winked and began to crack about ten eggs on the pan. "I'll make it for us both. Do you like bacon? I'm kind of addicted to bacon. I had a roommate from California, back in Oxford, so, that might be it. He ate bacon every single day, and he would always make it for me too. He was 14, a year older than me, the second youngest of our course after me, a prodigy too."
"I love bacon, my dad's always been crazy for it. Must have been cool, are you two friends until now?" I tilted my head, curious to know more about his personal life.
"Yes. He's one of my best friends, and moved to London after we graduated. Also works with me," he added salt and pepper to the scrambled eggs he was making in melted butter. "We are even closer now, as he's dating my youngest maternal cousin, who's 18. Yes, I know, she's pretty young."
Okay, so, our real age difference is the same as his best friend and his girlfriend.