Whiskey for Elephants

18.

Hey NSFW almost forgot!
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   Ronnie is once again knocked out on the couch after watching TV. I'm in the kitchen making baked chicken Alfredo in bread bowls. I had to scroll through Pinterest forever, but I found the recipe. My sister sent it to me a while ago, but I forgot about it. I was pouring the contents into the bread bowl when someone knocked. The only people who'd show up last minute like this besides Ronnie were Craig and Derek, Derek being the better of the options. Now that he's no longer with us, I can only imagine who's outside. I almost panic as I wake Ronnie up. My hands only have a subtle tremor.
"Ron." I shake him awake. "Ronnie. Please get up. I'm kind of freaked out, someone's at the door." He sits up, shakes his head a second and then asks me to repeat myself. I do and he gets up. In his beater and shorts, covered in his tattoos, he looks a bit threatening. I squeal a little at the fact that he'd scare everyone else but the people he loves. I follow him to the door and get so nervous that I have to grab his beater to steady myself. When he opens the door, I close my eyes. I wait and I listen.
"Who the fuck are you?" A woman's voice says violently.
"You must be Aunt Meredith. Ellie told me about you! Sorry, we just weren't expecting anyone." I whip my eyes open and stick my head underneath Ronnie's arm. It was Aunt Meredith. She's never around.
"Aunt Mere. What a surprise!" I say, stepping around Ronnie but not letting go. You just never know with this woman. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I tug Ronnie a little bit so that he can shut the door behind us as we step onto my porch.
"Well, I heard about Derek. I know how close the five of you were, so I wanted to check on you. I'm on my way to see your mom but I figured while I waited for my flight I'd come see my niece. I brought you this.." she pulls out a leather band with five beads on it. The beads were the first initials of our names. "Derek left that and some other things with me while he was in Alaska. He said he knew I'd get them to the right people when I could." I put the bracelet on and hug her. I thank her and she has to go back. When Ronnie and I step back inside, he pushes me against the closed door. He pins my arms up to the sides, pressing his body against mine and kissing me. The kiss takes me by surprise, but I kiss him back.
"I'm hungry, woman. Hurry up." He says, pushing himself off of me.
"You're a distraction, mister." I say, walking into the kitchen and straightening my clothes as I do so. When I pick the pot of Alfredo up to pour it, he wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head on my shoulder.
"This looks good. You look better."
"Ronnie. Let me cook."
"But it's been two weeks and you told me you loved me. Chicken smell is an aphrodisiac, you know." He whines into the crook of my neck.
"I do love you, which is why I'm feeding you, dick weed." I say, lovingly patting his face with my hand. He stays there, but stays quiet, as I pour the rest of the mixture into the remaining bread bowls. I put them in the oven and finally turn to face him.
"Can I have your attention now?" He asks.
So while the bread bowls cook, we make out on the counter.
It doesn't take long before the making out leads to us taking a shower. In which that doesn't take long until we're having raunchy, wet sex. We did try to clean up, there's even still shampoo in my hair and eyes. We don't stop until we hear the oven beep and when that happens I send him out so I can finish getting the shampoo out.

"Don't get too comfortable clothed." His eyes are devouring me as we eat. I had to readjust myself again, flustered by the impromptu fuck sesh in the shower.
"Wouldn't plan on it." I throw back. He gets a shit eating grin.
"I'm not really that hungry anymore." He smirks over the food in front of him which causes me to blush. I know exactly what he means and I want to comply.
"Me neither. Help me put this away?" I ask.
"I'll help you do anything." He says, as we put stuff away.
We leave the kitchen and head for the living room. He doesn't say it and neither do I, but we're going to fuck on this couch. The only reason I know, is because he puts a shitty ass hallmark movie on. That and I'm on his lap, kissing him while his hands claw my ass cheeks. He's got me grinding against him, almost dry humping, but im only in a tee shirt and under wear. He's only in his boxers. So I feel his dick over my underwear, but that doesnt really last because I'm so wet that I just slide onto his dick on accident.
"Dude," He gasps. "That worked better than I thought oh fuck." He can't handle me just on his dick, so we move to the back of the couch and he bends me over. We fuck like that for a minute, but he gets bored with that. His eyebrows raise.
"Let's fuck on the washer!" He carries me over to my laundry room, throws a load of towels in, and puts me on the washer. The vibration is causing me to twitch a little, which he likes. He smirks his smirk and pulls my hips to the edge of the washer. He joins our bodies, fucking me in time with the washers cycles. I can't get enough. I wrap my legs around him, but they fall meekly. He laughs, because he knows that this is one of my tells. My muscles are so relaxed that I can't hardly feel them. I claw at his back and pull at his hair and he groans into my mouth when I cum onto his dick. And no sooner do I orgasm, he does. But I want more. I grovel. I'm not proud but I grovel. I flip myself over, so my tits are on the washer but my lower body isn't. He's just standing their dumb founded as I spread my legs for him. I slide my two middle fingers into my pussy and then into my mouth.
"Please fuck me again, I just.. i know you're tired but please.." I resist the urge to say Daddy. He smiles lazily at me before positioning himself. I grab at the washer for support, the vibration on my tits causes me some crazy intense bliss. I look back at him, we hold eye contact, and then he flips me over onto the floor. We fuck in the linoleum until were sliding from sweat, until the sensitivity of our bodies becomes almost painful.
After, we lay in a sweaty pile, panting. I could go again. I could spend all of my life fucking this man and I am not afraid to be dickmatised. He's playing with my hair, I'm tracing circles on his chest.
"Is literally every time we fuck going to be that.."
"Amazing? Mind blowing? Earth shattering?" I try, jokingly. I know I can't be that good of a fuck but Ronnie's face as he says, "Emotive." says the things I've always been scared to.
After about an hour of laying there, I speak again.
"I won't leave you like she did." Ronnie just kisses my shoulder.
"I won't stop until your walls are down." He says softly.