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front porch taking all of it in and I can’t help but watch her and smile.
“I would say she likes it,” I whisper to Damon.
His lips meet my hairline, where he plants a tender kiss. “I think you’re right. Lunch is waiting for you two. Go eat.”
Damon’s phone buzzes from inside his pocket and he releases me to answer it. I turn and watch Grams, who is carefully cataloguing the front of the house, muttering to herself about the paint color and the shutters.
“Tell me good news, Mike,” Damon says into his cell phone as he disappears into the house.
Who the hell is Mike? Although I’ve never been introduced to or even heard of this Mike person he’s talking to, it doesn’t shock me that Damon has business with people that I don’t even know of. He’s got his hands in various pots of all shapes, sizes and profitability and that means business dealings with a multitude of people. I’m sure it’s boring work crap and nothing exciting. I leave him to it and waste no more time getting Grams all settled in her brand new crib.
Four hours, a delicious lunch, one Golden Girls episode, and a bag of Circus Peanuts later, and Grams is moved in. Thanks to my thoughtful Big Man, getting her things put away took very little effort on our part. He had the apartment fully-furnished, including a wall of cherry wood shelving to fill with her knick-knacks, trinkets, and do-dads, and even had the bed already made with some obnoxiously floral bedding. Somehow Brian swooped in while we were eating lunch with all of her boxes from the home, leaving very little real “work” for me, just organizing all of her thingamajigs onto her new shelves and putting some clothes away. Two-thirds of our unpacking time was spent chatting and joking with each other. She told me all about her high school sweetheart and a whole host of other transgressions that I was sworn to secrecy about. Turns out, Grams has always been quite the little firecracker. Not that I’m surprised. She’s a straight up vixen and I love her for it.
The remainder of my day passed easily. I helped Grams settle in and left her to get acquainted with her new place while I went over some plans for the store, not getting back over to her apartment to say goodnight until well after dinner. After a quick tour of all the reorganizing she did, I make my weary way upstairs to our new master suite to find Damon already showered and dressed, or shall I say undressed, for bed. He’s lying across our mammoth bed in nothing but those yummy little trunk underwear. They hug and hold tight to every delicious curve of his… assets. The bulge of his considerable girth is evident even when he’s relaxed and I can’t help but lick my lips. The elastic fabric clings and cups him so perfectly that my fingers feel a little itchy. It’s a hell of a sight that has my mouth watering for the salty velvet taste of him on my tongue.
I pause at the door and take a moment to breathe in the sight of him. He’s watching me watch him and the air between us grows heady and thick all at once.
“Get over here. I need to be inside my future wife,” he orders in a composed voice, ripe with the guarantee of pleasure.
Without saying a word, I stroll across the space between us. Damon sits upright and swings his legs off the side of the bed, inviting me to stand between his bare, beefy thighs. I do as he silently ordered. His hands envelope each of mine at my sides and drift slowly up my naked arms, coming to a halt at my neck. His fingers curl around the nape of my neck as the other hand cups my jaw. I’m pulled closer to him, our faces only millimeters apart. His heavy eyes slide shut. It’s clear that my Big Man is doing what he does so frequently. He’s savoring this. He’s savoring me. He’s taking his sweet time because more often than not, that’s just how he prefers it. My lips are achingly close to his. As many times as I’ve felt the fullness of his mouth covering mine, it never
“I would say she likes it,” I whisper to Damon.
His lips meet my hairline, where he plants a tender kiss. “I think you’re right. Lunch is waiting for you two. Go eat.”
Damon’s phone buzzes from inside his pocket and he releases me to answer it. I turn and watch Grams, who is carefully cataloguing the front of the house, muttering to herself about the paint color and the shutters.
“Tell me good news, Mike,” Damon says into his cell phone as he disappears into the house.
Who the hell is Mike? Although I’ve never been introduced to or even heard of this Mike person he’s talking to, it doesn’t shock me that Damon has business with people that I don’t even know of. He’s got his hands in various pots of all shapes, sizes and profitability and that means business dealings with a multitude of people. I’m sure it’s boring work crap and nothing exciting. I leave him to it and waste no more time getting Grams all settled in her brand new crib.
Four hours, a delicious lunch, one Golden Girls episode, and a bag of Circus Peanuts later, and Grams is moved in. Thanks to my thoughtful Big Man, getting her things put away took very little effort on our part. He had the apartment fully-furnished, including a wall of cherry wood shelving to fill with her knick-knacks, trinkets, and do-dads, and even had the bed already made with some obnoxiously floral bedding. Somehow Brian swooped in while we were eating lunch with all of her boxes from the home, leaving very little real “work” for me, just organizing all of her thingamajigs onto her new shelves and putting some clothes away. Two-thirds of our unpacking time was spent chatting and joking with each other. She told me all about her high school sweetheart and a whole host of other transgressions that I was sworn to secrecy about. Turns out, Grams has always been quite the little firecracker. Not that I’m surprised. She’s a straight up vixen and I love her for it.
The remainder of my day passed easily. I helped Grams settle in and left her to get acquainted with her new place while I went over some plans for the store, not getting back over to her apartment to say goodnight until well after dinner. After a quick tour of all the reorganizing she did, I make my weary way upstairs to our new master suite to find Damon already showered and dressed, or shall I say undressed, for bed. He’s lying across our mammoth bed in nothing but those yummy little trunk underwear. They hug and hold tight to every delicious curve of his… assets. The bulge of his considerable girth is evident even when he’s relaxed and I can’t help but lick my lips. The elastic fabric clings and cups him so perfectly that my fingers feel a little itchy. It’s a hell of a sight that has my mouth watering for the salty velvet taste of him on my tongue.
I pause at the door and take a moment to breathe in the sight of him. He’s watching me watch him and the air between us grows heady and thick all at once.
“Get over here. I need to be inside my future wife,” he orders in a composed voice, ripe with the guarantee of pleasure.
Without saying a word, I stroll across the space between us. Damon sits upright and swings his legs off the side of the bed, inviting me to stand between his bare, beefy thighs. I do as he silently ordered. His hands envelope each of mine at my sides and drift slowly up my naked arms, coming to a halt at my neck. His fingers curl around the nape of my neck as the other hand cups my jaw. I’m pulled closer to him, our faces only millimeters apart. His heavy eyes slide shut. It’s clear that my Big Man is doing what he does so frequently. He’s savoring this. He’s savoring me. He’s taking his sweet time because more often than not, that’s just how he prefers it. My lips are achingly close to his. As many times as I’ve felt the fullness of his mouth covering mine, it never
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