He loved to cook and I bet I was going to get chubby if he continued to do so.
His cooking was superb though.
Magnifico!
"How did you learn to make all of these?", I inquired about his skills while my mouth was still full with stuffed food. My table manners were rapidly flying out the window and left forgotten just because of his scrumptious cooking. Well, it complemented with his deliciousness. The man alone could make you forget eating for he himself was already a full 7-course meal.
"My mom taught my little brother and me when we were little. She said it was important that men know how to cook so he can feed his entire family. We used to camp with our tents in our backyard and cook there during summer", he looked amused. Telling me his childhood stories changed his mood into a happy one. Or maybe, he was thinking he married a starving person.
'L"Does your father cook, too?, I asked while chewing. Stuffing my mouth with a large spoon of fresh vegetable salad.
"Yes, italian cuisine is his specialty."
My eyes went huge.
Mmm... Pizzas and pastas!
"Do you like italian food?", he asked. His brows raised.
I nodded with gusto.
Still chewing diligently.
"I'll make you some next time".
I smiled widely as a thank you then concentrated again on eating.
After awhile I was done and to my amazement I burped aloud.
I gasped.
He laughed.
Oh God, shame on me!
My face red with full embarassment.
"I'm sorry, I think I ate too much food."
"No need to apologize", his blue eyes twinkling in amusement, boring into my soul.
"All right", I gulped.
Every time he gave me that intense look, I ended up clenching my thighs and pussy muscles.
God, he's so hot!
"You're a great cook yourself".
"Yeah sure, with eggs and bacons."
"I love eggs".
"I noticed", I smiled at him fondly.
I positioned my eyeglasses properly against the bridge of my nose.
"God! You're becoming lovelier everyday I see you", he said breathlessly.
My eyes went wide.
Woah! Where did that came from?
"I-I... Why thank you", I gave a nervous giggle. Sometimes he says the most surprising words to me.
"I hope you do believe everything I tell you."
"Maybe someday I will."
He shook his head a little in amazement and suddenly stood up.
I did the same way, too. I followed suit.
"I'll do the dishes this time, okay?", I insisted.
He nodded.
I went towards him, carrying my own set of glassware. He was about to assist me but I declined his offer and told him I could manage. I needed to familiarize myself with the kitchen settings so the next time it was my turn to prepare a meal, I knew where to find the condiments and kitchen utensils.
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You're Mine, Forever
Storie d'amoreSince she was twelve, Nicolaa James has been dreaming of a man she hasn't met before. However, in a twist of fate, something happened that brought them together. A stranger. Yes, that's him. In all my life, I never imagined a man like him will want...
