As the sun's first light filtered through the curtains, I found myself wide awake, my mind already racing with plans. Today was the day I would cook dinner for Leon, and for reasons I couldn’t fully comprehend, I felt an overwhelming urge to make sure everything was perfect. It wasn’t just about gratitude; there was something more—a deeper need to show Leon that I could create something special for him, something that spoke beyond words.I slipped out of bed and headed straight for the kitchen, my thoughts a whirlwind of recipes and ideas. The kitchen was still dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the morning sky. I moved with purpose, gathering ingredients, mentally mapping out the courses I wanted to prepare. Just as I was setting a pot of coffee to brew, Aunt Lou appeared at the doorway, still in her robe, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She blinked at me, surprise evident in her eyes as she took in the scene before her."Margarette, you’re up early," she remar
The evening had settled into a gentle hush by the time Leon and I were already inside and eating at the table I set up at by Aunt Lou’s garden. The table was set, the candles flickering softly, casting a warm glow over the room. I took a deep breath as I opened the door, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest. "How was the taste?" I bravely asked, trying to sound casual despite my nervousness that Leon would not like my cooking.But I was surprised when he answered, "Mnn, Margarette," he replied with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. "This taste incredible."Despite the cozy ambiance, I felt a tight knot of anxiety in my stomach. I tried to focus on making the evening pleasant and engaging, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of awkwardness.Leon noticed, and after a few minutes of polite conversation about the lawsuit and updates, he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. "Margarette, are you okay? You seem a little off tonight. Is there anything that’s bothering
Leon took me by the waist and nestled me at the kitchen counter. I didn’t know what he was even up to until he pulled my underwear and slammed his face between my legs to seize my nether region.I was shocked but the heat within me was also liking what was taking place that I didn’t even bother stopping Leon. For once, there was this sense of longing to be touched by man that etched within me. I knew it was the reason why I was heavily pulled by the attraction that was coming from Leon.Leon sucked me hard and licked me intensely that it was sending some thrilling vibrations for my body. It was too hard for me to actually control myself from making some loud moans out of pleasure.“Your tongue was so good in there,” I whispered and I didn’t know that Leon could actually hear it.I didn’t actually hear what he was mumbling but that action was already more than enough to give me another series of tingling vibrations that forced me to arched my back.It was too domineering that I unknowin
“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice low and a little rough from sleep.The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. I blinked against the light, slowly coming to consciousness. As I stirred, I realized my head wasn’t resting on a pillow but on something firm and warm. It took a moment for the fog in my mind to clear before I realized it was Leon’s arm.The memory of last night rushed back to me in a flood of heat and embarrassment. My cheeks flushed as I recalled the intensity, the passion that had consumed us both. I turned my head slightly, and there he was—Leon, already awake and watching me with a look that made my heart skip a beat. His eyes held a softness, a warmth that seemed to see right through me.“Mm-hmm,” I nodded, suddenly self-conscious. I must look a mess, I thought. My hair was probably tangled, my face bare, and I could only imagine the remnants of last night’s passion still visible on my skin. Instinctively, I started
As the morning light poured into the kitchen, it painted a gentle radiance across the room. The soft hues danced upon the countertops, highlighting the vibrant array of fruits and vegetables carefully arranged on the cutting board. I had spent the morning with a heart full of love, determined to create something extraordinary for breakfast. The aroma of toasted bread wafted through the air as I prepared a creamy pasta dish, hoping that my simple culinary efforts could rekindle a warmth in our household, one that had often felt chilly and distant.While I stirred the pot, my thoughts drifted back to the passionate evening I shared with Leon here. The steamy moment I had with him flashed in my head and made me blushed out of embarrassment. Now cooking here everyday would remind me how Leon eat my cunt here.And Just as I was about to reach for the pasta, plunging my hand deep into the floury bag, I felt a sudden and unexpected embrace from behind.“Margarette,” his voice murmured into
As soon as Aunt Lou left, the house seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, leaving just Leon and me in our little bubble of contentment. We finished our breakfast, though Leon's playful attempts to tease me never ceased. Every smile he coaxed from me felt like a victory, and every kiss he planted on my lips made my heart flutter a little more. After we cleared the table, Leon wrapped his arms around me from behind, nuzzling his face into my neck. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into his embrace."You know," he murmured against my skin, "I think we should start every day like this.""Like what?" I asked, tilting my head to give him better access."With you in my arms, stealing kisses whenever I can," he replied, his lips brushing against my ear.I laughed softly. "You’re insatiable, Leon.""For you? I’d do it often," he said, turning me around to face him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in for another kiss.As we kissed, his hands fo
Leon continued to surprise me in ways I never expected. After our indulgent lunch and shopping spree, I thought maybe we’d finally call it a day. But it would seem that Leon had other plans in mind aside from what we already did.As he carefully placed the shopping bags in the trunk of his car, I couldn’t help but tease him. “Do you have any surprises left, or have you exhausted all your grand gestures?”Leon flashed that mischievous smile of his, the one that made me feel like the world was ours for the taking. “You underestimate me, Margarette,” he said, closing the trunk with a smooth motion. “I’ve only just begun.”I shook my head with a smile, getting into the passenger seat. “Where to next, Mr. Romantic?”“You’ll see,” he replied cryptically, pulling out of the parking lot.The drive was filled with our usual banter, a rhythm we’d fallen into effortlessly over time. Leon, always the tease, brought up my familiar reluctance to let him spoil me. "You know," he said with a mischiev
As I slowly came to, the familiar warmth of Leon’s embrace anchored me to reality. The soft hum of his breathing, steady and comforting, was the first sound I registered. I opened my eyes to find myself nestled against his chest, his strong arms wrapped protectively around me. The evening light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over us.It was a rare kind of tranquility, the kind that made me want to stay in this bed forever, away from the chaos of the world outside. In this moment, it felt like it was just the two of us against everything else, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.I shifted slightly, causing Leon to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face as he looked down at me. "Evening, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice thick with affection."Evening," I replied, my voice still soft from sleep. I reached up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his warm skin. He leaned in, pressing a tende