He loved to cook and I bet I was going to get chubby if he continued to do so.
His cooking was superb though.
Magnifico!
"How did you learn to make all of these?", I inquired about his skills while my mouth was still full with stuffed food. My table manners were rapidly flying out the window and left forgotten just because of his scrumptious cooking. Well, it complemented with his deliciousness. The man alone could make you forget eating for he himself was already a full 7-course meal.
"My mom taught my little brother and me when we were little. She said it was important that men know how to cook so he can feed his entire family. We used to camp with our tents in our backyard and cook there during summer", he looked amused. Telling me his childhood stories changed his mood into a happy one. Or maybe, he was thinking he married a starving person.
'L"Does your father cook, too?, I asked while chewing. Stuffing my mouth with a large spoon of fresh vegetable salad.
"Yes, italian cuisine is his specialty."
My eyes went huge.
Mmm... Pizzas and pastas!
"Do you like italian food?", he asked. His brows raised.
I nodded with gusto.
Still chewing diligently.
"I'll make you some next time".
I smiled widely as a thank you then concentrated again on eating.
After awhile I was done and to my amazement I burped aloud.
I gasped.
He laughed.
Oh God, shame on me!
My face red with full embarassment.
"I'm sorry, I think I ate too much food."
"No need to apologize", his blue eyes twinkling in amusement, boring into my soul.
"All right", I gulped.
Every time he gave me that intense look, I ended 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 becoming lovelier everyday I see you", 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 everything I tell you."
"Maybe someday I will."
He shook his head a little in amazement and suddenly stood up.
I did the same way, too. I followed suit.
"I'll do the dishes this time, okay?", I insisted.
He nodded.
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 could manage. I needed to familiarize myself with the kitchen settings so the next time it was my turn to prepare a meal, I knew where to find the condiments and kitchen utensils.
I thought he will leave me alone to do my house chores after that but instead he stayed with me, watching me as I went about my business.
He leaned against the sink, just only two feet away from me.
Standing there, observing me.
I was silently praying he wouldn't noticed my nervousness and that I wouldn't break anything.
"I Thank You God."
"Huh?"
He grinned.
"I found you and now I have you."
I frowned.
He stood up straight and placed both of his hands in his pockets.
"You might think I'm crazy Nicolaa but...", he paused mid-sentence and took a deep breath.
"I'll be in my study if ever you need me, my wife", he leaned over and gave me a quick resounding peck 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?
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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 knew it was his pillow. I knew this was his bedroom. Oh, how I loved the faint smell of his on the fluffy padding. I bit the edge, imagining it was his skin I was biting. I was like a puppy when I was around him nowadays.
That, I noticed.
I wanted to please him in every way possible but sometimes I acted so hard headed just to get his attention. Oftentimes, I was scared of him especially that towering built of his and strong presence.
I knew even though he was sometimes arrogant, rude, and too dominant for my taste, a gentle heart can be found within that giant figure.
My heart pumped wildly, I slowly caressed the pillow, picturing that it was his chest I was caressing.
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 was starting to get cold.
Was he going to sleep here?
With me?
Was he going to stay in another room?
I hope not. I hope he will choose me, I mean this room, his room.
I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me again, my head laid upon his chest. My hand caressing his tiny chest hairs. I liked the feel of those against my sensitive skin. My nipples puckered up instantly.
Oh, Eric. Why couldn't I resist your charm? Why was I so attracted to you? Why did I...
I sighed. My head was pounding, my migraine's about to start. I'd been doing a lot of thinking, and it was starting to take a toll. I massaged my head and that was how he found me.
He frowned. Removing his shirt. I swallowed. Yummy!
"Headache?"
"Yes. Migraine attack."
He walked towards me and sat next to my side of the bed.
"Here, let me take over", he replaced my hands with his and gently massaged my temple. I closed my eyes as not to look at that handsome face up-close, hardened chest and abs. I started breathing heavily. I could smell him, Eric's manly sweat-dried body. He was like my very own aromatic therapy. His fingers slowly took the ache away.
"Is it getting better?", he inquired
"Uhuh...", I moaned the words. My eyelids became heavier. I was starting to get more sleepy. His ministration was luring me to dreamworld.
"Try to relax, love. 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 tightly around me, embracing me towards him.
I sighed, then smiled slowly, dreamily.
Here, in this corner of our exclusive, private bedroom, my husband's existence was no stranger to me.
In my dreams, I had known him for so long.
I'd known him so well.