He loves to cook and I bet I'm going to get chubby if he continue to do so.
His cooking is superb though. Magnifico!
'How did you learn?', I inquired about his cooking while my mouth is still full with stuffed food. I think my table manners are forgotten just because of his scrumpcious cooking. Well, so with his deliciousness. The man alone can make you forget eating for he himself is a full-course meal already.
'My mom taught me and my brother when we were little. She said it's important that men knows how to cook so he can feed his entire family. We used to camp at the backyard and cook there during summer', he looks amused. Maybe he's thinking he married a starving person.
'Does your father cook too?', I asked while chewing. Proper table manners forgotten.
'Yes, he loves italian recipés'.
My eyes went huge. Mmm... Pasta!
'You like those?', he asked, brows raised.
I nodded with gusto. Still chewing.
'I'll make you some next time'.
I smiled then concentrated on eating.
After awhile I'm done and to my amazement I burped aloud.
I gasped.
He laughed.
Oh God, shame on me!
My face red with embarassment.
'I'm sorry, I think I had too much food'
'No need to apologize', his blue eyes boreing into my soul.
'Yes', I gulped. When he gives me that intense look I end up clenching my thighs and pussy muscles. God, he's so hot!
'You're a great cook yourself'.
'Yeah sure, with eggs and bacons'.
'I love eggs'.
'I noticed', I smiled at him fondly. I positioned my eyeglasses properly against the bridge of my nose.
'God! you're so beautiful', he said breathlessly.
My eyes went wide. Woah! Where did that came from?
'I-I... Why thank you', I gave a nervous giggle. Sometimes he says the most surprising words to me.
'I hope you do believe that'.
'Maybe someday I will'.
He shook his head a little and stood up. I did the same way too.
'I'll do the dishes this time, okay?', I insisted.
He shrugged. I went towards him, carrying my own set of glassware. He was about to assist me but I declined his offer and told him I can manage. I thought he will leave me alone after that but instead he stayed with me, watching me as I go about my business.
He leaned against the sink, only two feet away from me. Standing there, observing.
I was silently praying he won't notice my nervousness and that I won't break anything.
'Thank You God''.
'Huh?'
He grinned.
'I found you'.
I frowned. He stood up straight and placed both of his hands on his pockets.
'You might think I'm crazy Nicolaa but...', he stopped and took a deep breath.
'I'll be in my study if you need me', he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. Then he walked away from me heading outside the living room.
I was left puzzled, still holding a dripping, wet plate in my hands.
What was that all about?
***
After a quick hot bath, lying on the bed, waiting for him to join me, I started thinking about my dreams. Do I have to tell him about those? What will he say? Will he find it intriguing? Funny? Weird? Or foolish?
I let out a loud sigh and took his pillow, hugged it tight upon his chest.
I know it's his pillow. I know this is his bedroom. Oh how I love the faint smell of his on the fluffy padding. I bit the edge, imagining it's his skin I'm biting. I'm like a puppy when I'm around him nowadays. That, I noticed. I want to please him in every way but sometimes I act so hard headed just to get his attention. Oftentimes, I'm scared of him especially that towering built of his and strong presence. But I know even though he is arrogant, rude, too dominant for my taste, a gentle heart can be found within that giant figure.
My heart pumping wildly, I slowly caressed the pillow, picturing that it's his chest I'm touching. My breasts started to swell. My breath ragged. My pussy started throbbing. Oh dear! Not again?!
I let go of that pillow and covered myself fully with the blanket. It's getting cold. Is he going to sleep here? With me? Or is he going to stay in another room?
I hope not. I hope he'll choose me, I mean this room, his room.
I want to feel his arms around me again, my head laid upon his chest. My hand caressing his tiny chest hairs. I like the feel of those against my sensitive skin. My nipples puckering up instantly.
Oh Eric. Why can't I resist your charm? Why am I so attracted to you? Why do I... I sighed. My head is pounding, my migraine's about to start. I've been doing a lot of thinking, and it's taking it's toll. I massaged my head and that's how he found me.
He frowned. Removing his shirt. I swallowed. Yummy!
'Headache?'
'Yes. Migraine'.
He walked towards me and sat next to my side of the bed.
'Here, let me do that', he replaced my hands and gently massaged my temple. I closed my eyes as not to look at that handsome face, hardened chest and abs. I started breathing heavily. I can smell him, Eric manly sweat-dried body. He is like an aromatic therapy. His fingers slowly taking the ache away.
'Is it getting better?', he inquired..
'Mmm...', I moaned the word. My eyelids became heavier. I'm starting to get more sleepy. His ministration is luring me to dreamworld.
'Try to relax babe. Sleep. I'll take care of you', he whispered.
I smiled.
'You already do', I whispered back. Then I slept, dead weight.
I felt him kissed me on the forehead, then caressed my face. After a while,
I sensed him totally stripping, taking a shower. Then even in my sleep, I felt him lie next to me. Huddled under the covers with me. Naked. He hugged me towards him. Cuddling me. He kissed my nape and slept. With his arms wrapped around me, I sighed, smiled slowly, dreamily. Here, in this bedroom, my husband is no stranger.
In my dreams, I've known him for so long, I've known him so well.