Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I loved her so much, it was starting to become impossible not to want to tell her I intended on spending the rest of my life with her. We had only been into the new house for a few days, and yet it was already starting to look so much better. I attributed that to not only Allison’s incredible work ethic, but also our experience. We were a good team.
Which was why I knew I wanted to marry her. Maybe not right away, but when she was ready. I wanted to make her my wife and to be her husband, and let the whole world know that we were the team to beat. But I also wanted her to be happy and comfortable, and if that meant waiting a little bit, I would do that too. I would just have to enjoy the life we were building together as we were.
As the evening came on yet another day of working on the house, Marvin and his wife dropped by to pick up Leo. Marvin’s wife, Tamara, had raised six boys of her own and was feeling a little lost now that she was an empty nester. So when they offered to watch Leo for us whenever we wanted, it took care of two things at once. Marvin and Tamara got to experience having a little baby again, and Allison and I got to be alone wherever we wanted.
On this occasion, it was a little less flashy, but no less enjoyable. We were going to keep working on the house and order a pizza. It wasn’t a big, crazy thing, but working on the house brought both of us a lot of satisfaction with all the things we could fix up if we didn’t have to worry about who was watching Leo.
We were working in the master bedroom, having finished painting and beginning to work on restoring the closet spaces and turning the changing room into an office when Allison unexpectedly tumbled off a small ladder. With a crash, she thudded into the ground, and I rushed over to her, worried she was seriously hurt.
When I got to her, she was alternating between laughter and tears. I knelt beside her and looked her over, noticing that her foot was trapped in the ladder itself. I worked it loose gently, and she continued to giggle between gasps of pain.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“It’s just a twisted ankle,” she said. “I’m fine. I’m just so clumsy.”
“What happened?”
“I got distracted,” she laughed. “You were doing a little dance while you cleaned, and I was watching you and not the ladder.”
“I what?” I asked.
“While you cleaned the mirror,” she said. “The overhead light fixture is reflective. I saw you in it. You were shaking your butt while you danced, and I thought it was cute and didn’t pay attention to the next step.”
“Oh, Allison,” I said. “I will dance for you anytime. You don’t need to break yourself to see it.”
She laughed. “Is that a promise?”
“It’s a threat with the way I dance,” I said. “Now, let’s get you to the bed so you can rest this thing. I’ll get some ice.”
I scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. We had made it with new sheets to cover the brand-new mattress and box springs that fitted in the ornate wooden frame that had been left for us. As soon as I laid her down though, she grabbed me by the open flannel shirt I wore and pulled me in for a kiss. At first it was soft and playful, but soon turned much more intense, and I felt myself sliding into the bed with her, unable to control myself.
“I should get these pants off of you,” I said. “It will help relieve the pressure.”
“I agree,” she whispered and arched her back so I could pull them down her hips.
She was wearing teal panties underneath her jeans, and as I got the pants all the way off, she tucked her thumbs under them and slid them down too. I leaned down and kissed her bare stomach where her shirt had settled higher and then moved my lips down her body. I stood over her at the edge of the bed, leaning down as my tongue slid between her thigh and her core, and she gasped, her own hand rising to my zipper and lowering it.
Licking through her folds until I reached her clit made her squirm underneath me and moan in pleasure. She spread her legs open to give me greater access, and I took advantage of it by slipping one finger deep inside her. She cried out as it brushed the top of her walls, and I teased the clit from its hood with the tip of my tongue. I could feel her desperately clawing at my pants, and suddenly they were down past my hips, and my cock sprang out into the cool air of the room.