Maybe he’s right. I shouldn’t put my past baggage onto Elle, just like she did with me when she ran all those months ago.
“You’re right. Can we stop and get some flowers? I think it might be nice to show her that I appreciate her patience.”
“Sure thing, sir.” Bernard nods.
It’s not long until we are pulling into my driveaway. Stepping from the car, the most delicious aroma is wafting from my home. I look over at Bernard, and he gives me a wide smile and a thumbs up. I grab my keys and notice that Elle hasn’t pulled the front curtains. You can see directly into my house all the way to the kitchen, where Elle is currently dancing around as if she’s on stage at Glastonbury. Her strawberry blonde hair is up in a messy ponytail, she has on a tight top that clings to her breasts which hypnotizes me as she bounces around the place. She’s wearing an apron, and I have no idea where the hell that came from. She’s a vision. This is something I could get used to seeing every day when I get home from work.
Upon opening the door, the music is pumping. Whatever Eloise is cooking, the smell hits me instantly. Dropping my stuff by the door, I slam it shut. The sound makes Eloise jump.
“You’re home,” she squeals out as she rushes toward me. I have a couple of moments to brace myself as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. My heart thuds in my chest at how happy she is to see me walk through that front door.I could get used to this.“Did you get everything sorted?” she asks once she disentangles herself.
“I did, thanks. Here, I got these for you. I’m sorry it took me longer than I anticipated,” I tell her, thrusting the bouquet of flowers into her hands.
“You didn’t need to do that. But thank you anyway. These are stunning,” she says, smiling as she walks back into my home and into my kitchen, looking as if she belongs here. She opens a couple of cupboards and finds a vase for the flowers, fills it with water, and then places them into the vase and puts them on the dining room table.
“What are you cooking? It smells delicious,” I ask.
“Nothing special. Once I saw your kitchen, I had to explore. It’s state of the art, and the oven is so sexy,” she says with a wide grin.
“Don’t think I’ve been told I have a sexy oven before.” As I reach out and pull her to me, I look down at her gorgeous face that has been washed clean of makeup, and I don’t think she’s looked more beautiful than she does in this moment. I pick her up, walk a couple of steps back, and place her ass on my marble countertop. “I didn’t realize I had a Betty Crocker fetish until I came home and saw you in this apron,” I tell her, flicking the frilly edge of it with my finger.
“It’s my lucky apron. I travel everywhere with it. You never know when the mood to bake will strike.” She grins ecstatically.
“I like it,” I tell her, running my finger along the frills that hug her breasts. Elle bites her bottom lip as my finger continues south, and I pluck a nipple which makes her hiss.
“How long until dinner?” I ask.
“Ten minutes.”
“Don’t think that’s enough time for me to do all the things I want to do to you,” I tell her as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
“I’m sure you can be quick when you want to be,” Elle purrs as she licks her lips hungrily.
“You’d be okay with a quickie before dinner?” I question.
“I’m happy whenever I get your dick.”
Who the hell can say no to that?
“First things first, let me pull the curtains. It was cute watching you dance your ass around from outside, but I don’t want the neighbors to know how cute your bare ass is,” I tell her, untangling myself from her legs.
Elle giggles. “That’s going to take a bit of getting used to. I’m so used to seeing naked people everywhere that I’ve forgotten normal society isn’t.”
I pull the curtains and stride back to where she’s sitting. My hands slide up her thighs and pull down her leggings and underwear in one go.
“Leave the apron on, I like it,” I tell her through a growl.
Elle nods and smiles up at me. I push her legs wider for me, then lick my fingers before sliding them into her needy pussy. I curl my fingers deep inside her and caress the sensitive nerves.
“Yes …” She groans the word as she throws her head back. I’ll never get sick of hearing her appreciate my fingers in her cunt. I can feel her wetness on my hand, and I know she’s ready.
“I think you’re going to have to turn around for this, sweetness. The angle isn’t right,” I say, pulling my fingers from her.
She does as I ask, hops down, and folds herself over the marble countertop. I unzip my jeans and coat my dick in her wetness before rubbing the tip between her folds. Elle wiggles her ass as I tease her. As much as I would like to pull this out, I won’t because I don’t want to ruin the dinner she has prepared for me tonight. So I slide right in, and there’s no better feeling than when I am balls deep inside Elle. I wrap my hand around her ponytail and tug her against my chest, angling my dick deeper into her.
“Ali,” she hisses.
“Touch yourself, Elle. I need you to come for me. We have seven minutes left. I don’t want dinner to burn.”