Let Us Love

The morning after

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I wake up to a beautiful morning and delicious aroma from the kitchen. I check the clock and it's half past nine, I feel  sore but I am not bothered. I walk carefully to the bathroom to pee and freshen up a little. Straight to his closet I  went to pick one elastic shorts and an oversized Tshirt then head to the kitchen.

His back is facing me and his ass is a blessing to my sight this morning. He is in another sweats pants which hangs loosely around his waist and bare ripped back.
I wish it was the first thing I saw when I woke up. I walk slowing up behind him and tickle his rib a little, he jumps throwing the spatula on the floor. I can't  help myself but crack up, he joins me and laugh so hard. I really don't know why he is laughing more than I do.
"hahah... geeze I am sure if you don't kill me with your pussy, you can kill me with this"
" well good morning to you"
He turns the burner off and drags me close to him for a passionate kiss. Mmm this could be a custom for me.
"This is how you must say good morning when you sleepover"
Who says I am going to ever sleep over again?
Who am I kidding?
He leaves my lips and looks in my eyes "do me a favor and wait for me at the patio, your food will be there shortly"
"Mm what are you cooking?"
I turn to look at the patio and it's quite a journey. Not that I feel lazy but I am sore and walking is quite unpleasant.
"the counter is OK to have breakfast why all the way to the patio?"
" I knew you'd complain that's why I asked as a favor besides the sky is beautiful and you will look lovely with the morning sun " he smirks then licks his lips. He turns me toward the patio slapping my ass a hard which sends me jumping.
Ouch!!! Easy with me buddy, a sore lady walking.

I begin walking as normal as I could but it's tingly and sore so it's unpleasant. I look like a kid that has soiled his diaper.

" you look beautiful babe... I love how you walking"

Babe? We using pet names now? So fast?

if I know him well I can say he is smirking or smiling at my walk of shame. And that's his reason for having the damn breakfast all the way there.
He joins me shortly by the table, I can say he looks happier than the days I have been with him. The sun is doing amazing job on his chocolate skin and those pink lips are constantly blessed with the wet glaze of the tongue.
He looks heavenly, I know we haven't been meeting but the few times we did I admit  this look is a happier one. His eyes are sparkling more than usual and his lips constantly curves up to a smile.
I guess spending time like this with him is making me more comfortable, he isn't as bad as I thought.
" what have you been smiling at? "
He looks up and quickly pretends as if he wasn't caught. I wonder why he always wanna look intimidating?

"Nothing! I just love the impact of my efforts" he puts the piece of his toast inside his mouth revealing his perfect white teeth as he smiles.
" oh yea I am sure you are ecstatic" rolling my eyes , i pick up a fork and stab the sausage real hard giving him a wicker grin.
"Easy there babe, not too hard. You might crush my balls"
Oh he is such a tease.
I am quite surprised at his skills in the kitchen. He made some rice pudding with toasted bread, crispy fried omelet and some sausages. The omelet is just perfect in my mouth and oh I love rice pudding.
" oh now you can count some few skills I posses but my favourite is illustrated in the bedroom"
Such arrogance!! Can't  he wait for me to blow his trumpet?
"No babe you don't have to, I know I am a great cook"

" you can't claim to be the best farmer if you've not visited other farms "
He tilts his head to one side as if he wanna decode what I just said.
" Oh really? I doubt that looser ever held a spatula "
So full of himself and who is talking about any loser here? My grandma raised no loser.
Who's even talking about that
I raise my eyes to see his eyes fixed on me like glue. It's as if he wants to get into my head, there is something about his stares which gets me wild up.
Not now slut !! This isn't the time.
My cheeks are getting warm and my butts feels giddy.
I need to compose myself and not let him see what he does to me. I can't let him feel as mighty as he feels he is.
"What?" Rolling my eyes just to break the awkwardly hot stare
"Nothing Ebony, I am just admiring the beauty"
Whoow is it me or am I sensing some behavioral changes in this man? It's really confusing actually and it's difficult to keep up with his sudden change in attitude. I get it, we just had an insane sex last night which may have gotten him to feel weird and stuff but what's up with the behavioral change?
He looks intimidating when you see him outside but after last night he has really been soft and caring. I wonder why he always have that intimidating look on his pretty face?
Is it his way of showing power? Or his way of being in control ? Or perhaps is it because of a hidden pain ?
He will still look powerful and respected even if he looks like this.
His eyes are prettier because his smile is really touching his eyes. He looks happy and that make him look soo adorable.
Fuck!! This better not be love or something because I feel I wanna always be here to see this happy face and to see him happy.
"Had enough or I should give a you 360?" He gets up from his chair, walks around to me and reaches for my hand.
"What?" This one has a bag of surprises stashed inside his head
"Come with me lemme show you something"
What's he up to now? I hope he isn't reading any meaning into my awkward stares and thinking of fucking the hell out of me again cos I'd actually run out screaming.
"Trust me please and take my hand. I don't bite you know" he teases my hand and pulls me closer to him and whispers in my ear
"I only lick unless you want me to go all kinky on you then I'd give you some bites to mark you" and licks my ear a little
"Get off me you pervert" I push him away and start my wobbly walk. I can hear him giggle behind me as he follows me to the hall.
He sweeps me of my feet and takes me straight to a room in the house I have not been in yet.
It's painted all white with baby blue curtains hanging loosely by the window.
In the center is a student sized bed which I assume is a massage room.
By the wall is a long hall of wooden cabinet nicely polished and neatly carved.
On the left is a door which I assume leads to a changing room or something. He takes me through the door and sits me carefully on the toilet seat.
"Wait here Ebony, I am going to prepare a bath and give you a VIP treatment "
VIP treatment of what?
He rushes of to the other room and I can sense his presence by him moving around and clinking glasses.
He returns soon after and open the bottles of what I assume is soap or fragrance . I am not so sure but the place smells heavenly like a flower garden. He turns off the water and comes to me , he takes off my shirt,I mean his shirt and shorts then puts me gently inside the warm soothing water.
Oh that's really soothing, I must say. My sore pussy is getting relaxed and is enjoying the feel of it. I open my eyes to the warm hands at my back as he adjusts himself behind me.
He rubs my back lightly with a sponge which sends tingly chill down my spine.
I must confess I feel loved and cared for. I wouldn't mind to getting fucked like a whore for a treatment like this. He knows how to treat a woman right.
And damn it I think this one is creeping in real fast.
We had an intimate quiet bath until he asked
"How about I give you a full body massage?"

So sorry guys 😔😔 I had a little malfunction with my phone that's why my update had taken a while. I thought of you guys a lot.
And thanks again for reading