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that sounded like what he sounded like during orgasms. "Oh my gosh!" He swallowed. "This is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life."
"Yeah?" Even if he was lying to make me happy, it still made me happy and glowing inside.
"Yeah." He kissed my cheek. "Thank you for making dinner."
"It's the least I could do." I smiled at him. "You've cooked so many meals for me. I am warning you now, though, this is the only thing that I really know how to make. One of our housekeepers when I was really young and my mom was alive taught my mom and I to make it. She came in at 9, and my dad normally ate breakfast around 6 or 7 before he went into the office. So my mom wanted to be able to make something a little bit better than standard pancakes. She really loved my dad." A shadow fell over my face. I swallowed back the start of a sob. Why was I even saying this? I tried not to think about it.
"Hey. It's okay. You miss your mom."
I blinked so that my tears would not fall. "I do. I don't know. I can remember my childhood, but as time goes on, those memories start to fade. She died of cancer when I was a kid, before I hit my horrible teenage years. Andrew says that she would have stopped me from being so horribly spoiled."
"Ha, maybe not. I think that you have a pretty forceful personality all of your own."
"I get it from both sides, believe me." I didn't feel like crying anymore.
"Would you like to join me in the living room?"
"What, do you want to read together again?”
He smiled a little. "You gave me an idea earlier with that talk of champagne and Bordeaux."
Fireside
Amelia
" O kay . Let me clear the plates." I tossed them into the sink. They could wait for a little while.
Inside of the living room, the fire was roaring and at full strength. In front of the fire was a blanket. On the blanket, there was a bucket filled with ice and another bottle of wine. It was uncorked.
"This isn't what I'm used to when it comes to bottle service, but I'll take it."
"The bucket is from the barn." His face was a little red. "I hope you like it."
"I like you." My nipples were firm and poking through the other shirt of his that I had stolen. "And I think that I should thank you."
"Yeah?" His grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He came down on the blanket, too.
"Yeah." I sat on my knees, and I unbuckled his belt. His cock popped out. I touched it with my mouth softly. He began filling up, getting harder, growing erect before my eyes. I took the bottle of wine and poured a little bit on his body. He sucked in a breath as I chased the little rivulets of wine around the valleys and peaks of his lower body.
"I like a boy who goes commando."
"Mmmm..." He could speak when my mouth was enveloping his hot dick. It tasted salty. I sucked on it a little, and his dick grew even bigger inside of my mouth.
I cupped his balls in my hand, and I looked up at him. Seeing me in this subservient position was turning him on as fast as a fighter jet. He put his hands in my hair, and he shut his eyes in ecstasy.
"Yes! Yes!" He spilled his seed into my throat, and I swallowed all of it down.
He knelt down on the blanket and sprawled like a starfish. I put my body between his arm and his body, and his arm was draped around my hip. It slid down to the top of my ass, and I nuzzled my face against his hard shoulder.
"You are incredible, you know that?"
"Just like you." I kissed him softly. "Just a people pleaser." I kissed him again a little bit harder.
His arm around my hip and ass had a hand that began questing between my soft thighs. He touched my clit, and he began to rub it. My hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand, and he watched my face as he brought me to a quick orgasm. My body shook beneath him.
Before I was even done with the aftershocks, he put his finger inside of my sheath.
"You're so wet." He finger-fucked me a little bit, pushing back and forth while still flicking my engorged clit a little with his thumb. "So hot."
He
"Yeah?" Even if he was lying to make me happy, it still made me happy and glowing inside.
"Yeah." He kissed my cheek. "Thank you for making dinner."
"It's the least I could do." I smiled at him. "You've cooked so many meals for me. I am warning you now, though, this is the only thing that I really know how to make. One of our housekeepers when I was really young and my mom was alive taught my mom and I to make it. She came in at 9, and my dad normally ate breakfast around 6 or 7 before he went into the office. So my mom wanted to be able to make something a little bit better than standard pancakes. She really loved my dad." A shadow fell over my face. I swallowed back the start of a sob. Why was I even saying this? I tried not to think about it.
"Hey. It's okay. You miss your mom."
I blinked so that my tears would not fall. "I do. I don't know. I can remember my childhood, but as time goes on, those memories start to fade. She died of cancer when I was a kid, before I hit my horrible teenage years. Andrew says that she would have stopped me from being so horribly spoiled."
"Ha, maybe not. I think that you have a pretty forceful personality all of your own."
"I get it from both sides, believe me." I didn't feel like crying anymore.
"Would you like to join me in the living room?"
"What, do you want to read together again?”
He smiled a little. "You gave me an idea earlier with that talk of champagne and Bordeaux."
Fireside
Amelia
" O kay . Let me clear the plates." I tossed them into the sink. They could wait for a little while.
Inside of the living room, the fire was roaring and at full strength. In front of the fire was a blanket. On the blanket, there was a bucket filled with ice and another bottle of wine. It was uncorked.
"This isn't what I'm used to when it comes to bottle service, but I'll take it."
"The bucket is from the barn." His face was a little red. "I hope you like it."
"I like you." My nipples were firm and poking through the other shirt of his that I had stolen. "And I think that I should thank you."
"Yeah?" His grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He came down on the blanket, too.
"Yeah." I sat on my knees, and I unbuckled his belt. His cock popped out. I touched it with my mouth softly. He began filling up, getting harder, growing erect before my eyes. I took the bottle of wine and poured a little bit on his body. He sucked in a breath as I chased the little rivulets of wine around the valleys and peaks of his lower body.
"I like a boy who goes commando."
"Mmmm..." He could speak when my mouth was enveloping his hot dick. It tasted salty. I sucked on it a little, and his dick grew even bigger inside of my mouth.
I cupped his balls in my hand, and I looked up at him. Seeing me in this subservient position was turning him on as fast as a fighter jet. He put his hands in my hair, and he shut his eyes in ecstasy.
"Yes! Yes!" He spilled his seed into my throat, and I swallowed all of it down.
He knelt down on the blanket and sprawled like a starfish. I put my body between his arm and his body, and his arm was draped around my hip. It slid down to the top of my ass, and I nuzzled my face against his hard shoulder.
"You are incredible, you know that?"
"Just like you." I kissed him softly. "Just a people pleaser." I kissed him again a little bit harder.
His arm around my hip and ass had a hand that began questing between my soft thighs. He touched my clit, and he began to rub it. My hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand, and he watched my face as he brought me to a quick orgasm. My body shook beneath him.
Before I was even done with the aftershocks, he put his finger inside of my sheath.
"You're so wet." He finger-fucked me a little bit, pushing back and forth while still flicking my engorged clit a little with his thumb. "So hot."
He
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