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No One's Gonna Love You Like I Do – (Chapter: The Date, pt. 3)
We got inside and the oven was buzzing. I went over to the oven, took out the dinner, and the cheese on top was just golden brown. I bring it over to the kitchen table, that I may have set up a little romantically…or a lot. It is the typical table set with two chairs, the candles, but instead of roses there are lilies. I had picked up that lilies were her favorite flower from her sister, Kyla, in that six months that she didn’t speak to me. When we walked to the table she was totally in awe, she stood there with her mouth open a little bit, not knowing exactly what to say.
“Ash, this is….it’s amazing..”
“You like it?”
“I love it” she said not really looking at the table, but more at me this time.
“Good.”
We sit down and eat. When she takes her first bite she moans a little..I flooded. If those are the sounds she makes with good food, I absolutely cannot wait to see what else makes her moan. I know that I am a good cook, but with all the sounds she made throughout the meal, and the fact that she cleaned her plate, gave me a new confidence. Once we both finished I suggested we go into the living room..which also might have been decorated..I was really excited about tonight. We walked into the living room and she had the same expression she did when she saw the kitchen table..so I’m guessing that is a good thing.The living room was decorated with dimmed lights mostly coming from candle votives, and there was soft music playing in the background. I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and started to kiss her neck and shoulders. She turned around in my arms and we started kissing for real. The kisses started out short and sweet, but then she led me over to the couch. She sat down on the couch and patted her lap. I looked down at her and gave her a slight head shake and giggle. Did she really just pat her lap for me to sit? I took the hint and straddled her lap, and we began kissing again. These kisses were more heated and needy. Both of our hands were roaming everywhere. It was really really hard not to just take her right there. I knew I had to slow down a little and not have her just be a fuck on a couch.


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