“Argh…”
I’m coming, oh God it feels good. Lucien doesn’t let up as my climax takes over my body, causing intense pleasure to my befuddle brain as our baby somersaults in my stomach. But I want him to come with me.
Moving my hand from covering his, I wrap my fingers around the head of him and squeeze with my thumb rubbing the slit in the bulbous head.
“Fuck,” he cusses as bursts of white heat start to coat my fingers, hand and thighs. “Jesus.” He sags behind me.
“You came with me.”
He places kisses on my shoulder.
“I did…Let me go and get a cloth to clean you up.”
With one last kiss to my shoulder, he slips from between my thighs and heads towards the bathroom.
I watch as he goes with my eyes admiring his strong thighs, which lead to a solid butt that is mostly covered by the bottom of his tee shirt.
Hopefully after we talk later tonight, he will stop wearing his tee shirts to bed.
***
“Sabrina, please stop fidgeting.”
“I’m not fidgeting.” He gives me a look that says ‘are you sure about that’. “Okay, I’m fidgeting a little bit. I’ve never had lunch with a priest before.”
Now he rolls his eyes. “Dante is a priest, but he’s also my cousin and is a great guy. The only reason the house is in the condition it’s in is because Dante has been with me these past couple of weeks while I got the place furnished.”
Is the house the way it is because of me?
I open my mouth to ask, but he beats me to it. “Yes, is the answer to the question you were about to ask me. I’ve owned this place for about seven years now, and although it’s always had the basics—a bed, sofa and television—it’s lacked the rest. I wanted you to fall in love with this house so that maybe you could see yourself living here, with me.”
He shrugs as though it’s no big deal, but it is and he’s trying to hide behind nonchalance.
Ignoring the fact we’re sitting in a public restaurant while waiting for Dante to join us, I take his face between my hands and make him look at me. “You did all that for me? Yes or no?”
His eyes burn into mine. “Yes.”
My eyes fill with tears. “Don’t you realize, I’d sleep on the floor if it meant I got to spend my life with you.” I kiss him before resting my forehead against his. “Thank you,” I smile, “for everything. Your house is beautiful on the inside and out, just like you are.”
I silence his protests with my lips. It was a corny thing to say, but I couldn’t resist, and I do mean every word. He is a beautiful man, and I’m finally starting to realize that he really is mine.
And he wants to live here with me. Moving nearly all the way across the country is frightening, but with him by my side it will be perfect.
Hearing a throat being cleared, we look to our left and I watch as a smile breaks out on the priest’s face.
Holding my hand out, I introduce myself, “Dante, I presume. I’m Sabrina.”
Taking my hand, Dante swallows it up with his and grins. “Pleasure to meet you Sabrina. Pity I didn’t meet you seven years ago.”
“Yes, well, you didn’t so stop flirting with my woman before you give that getup a bad name,” Lucien grumbles.
Dante’s grin gets wider as he looks to be about to respond when he’s interrupted.
“What can I get you father?” the server asks, silencing what he was about to say.
“Water is fine.” He looks to us. “Have you two ordered?”
“No. We can now, if you know what you’re having,” Lucien tells him.
“Surprise me. Something with chicken,” he passes the menu from the table back to the server.
“Are you okay with the chicken?” Lucien asks me.
“I’m fine, but I think I’d like a chicken salad please.”
After Lucien orders, she leaves us alone.
Dante is a handsome man, not that I’m paying that much attention. His dark hair is windblown and his five o’clock shadow gives him a bad boy look. Pity he’s a priest, as he wouldn’t have a problem getting any woman he wants to drop her panties. Even dressed as he is in his black shirt and white collar the women are passing sly glances at him, some are even directed towards Lucien.
My hand tightens in his while I glare at one woman in particular.
“Hey, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” Lucien asks, following my gaze with Dante.
“My panties aren’t in a twist.”
Dante laughs.
“So, I have to ask, what do you think of the house?”
“It’s beautiful.” I smile at Lucien before turning back to Dante. “I believe you had something to do with it.”
“Hey, it was all Lucien. All I did was get under his feet…and cook.”
“Dante loves to cook, and I’m afraid he’s fitted the kitchen out with every pot, utensil and dish he could find.”