Hello my loves! I know it has been a while… I was not really in the mood to write Raoul the last couple of weeks, but since the entire world is suffering from the horrible corona virus, I was drawn back to this story. I really need some distraction. I hope you are safe and able to stay at home. I hope this awful time will pass us soon… Stay safe and take care of your loved ones. I am working as a manager in a supermarket and have to work a lot to get everyone what they need, since people are still buying so much stuff! Understandable but also making it hard for my and my staff to keep the store full enough for everyone… But we will make it work… And now, for some much needed distraction… This chapter is rather short, but… A very nice distraction indeed. On to the story, enjoy!
Chapter 35.
I closed up a little early that day. I could count the number of customers on my hand, but I had done a lot of overdue work, I felt tired, but satisfied. I closed the door with a smile and looked at my small, fine shop. It was what really made me happy, what filled me with happiness, every single day. I took a deep breath and turned around. The stairs were a bit slippery, so I held on tight. When I opened the front door I was not surprised when the smell of something delicious came over me. Raoul was already cooking again. How could this man be so tough, so intimidating and yet so caring? I placed my keys on the counter and saw Raoul sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop before him. His eyes met mine as I walked into the kitchen.
'You must be a cook. Whatever it is you are preparing is just smelling way to nice for a amateur chef.' I saw his eyes lit up at my joke, a smile around his lips.
'My darling, for you I will be anything and everything, you know that.' He motioned for me to come closer and easily pulled me on his lap as I stopped beside him.
I felt his lips against my neck as he kissed me gently there. I shivered for a moment from the soft, warm touch. He chuckled at my reaction before putting his hand on my thigh. My eyes slid from his face to the screen of his computer, where for once he had no text and long files in front of him. He was viewing houses. Thick villas to be precise. And the prices that were there did not lie. How much money did this man actually have?
'What are you doing?' I asked him softly, his hand slowly stroking my thigh. The way he quickly licked his lips was not lost on me. Was he nervous? Could that really be the case? He looked at me calmly and squeezed my thigh gently.
'I saw you in your shop this afternoon when you were busy with that little girl. And that made me think of ... That it might not be a bad idea to buy a family home, just for the future. A house with more rooms than your cozy apartment. And we both know that my penthouse is not suitable for a family.'
For a moment I was shocked. Why was he thinking about things as a family and children yet? I had not even been engaged to him for more than a few weeks. Why the hurry? I swallowed and thought of how I would start this conversation, without him getting angry of hurt. But before I could say anything, he put his finger gently to my lips.
'I know you think this is going fast, but the housing market is now favorable. It is just thinking ahead. We are not in a hurry, but of course I would like to have a family with you. I'd love to see you turn into a mother. To see your wonderful body grow with my baby in your belly.' I felt him move his hand from my thigh to my stomach and let it rest there. He leaned closer and kissed me. And just like that, I forgot everything else in the room. Everything I had wanted to say to him just vanished.
'But we can of course continue to practice. I think a lot of practice is best.' He chuckled and kissed me deeply before we were both startled by the kitchen timer. Raoul kissed me one last time before we both moved and stood.
'But first we will eat. I will keep my woman fed and healthy. Especially since she thinks me a real cook.' He winked at me before he moved towards the kitchen counter.
Stunned, I was left at the table. This man ... He was truly different from any man I had ever come across. Sometimes in a strange way, but sometimes in a very intense way.
That evening, after a delicious meal and washing the dishes, we sat together on the couch watching some bland comedy. I was leaning snugly against Raoul, his arm warm and protective around me. At moments like this, I had no doubts about him or our relationship at all. It felt safe, familiar and good. I crawled a little closer to him and snuggled up to his lovely warmth.
I felt his eyes on me as I got even closer to him.
'Are you cold, my darling?' He pulled me a little closer. I shook my head quickly.
'Not anymore. You are the perfect stove, wonderfully warm.' I heard him laugh softly and felt his body move. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
'What am I to do with you, my angel.' He took me in his arms and kissed me fervently. He tasted spicy and oh so manly. Even if I didn't want to admit it, I still had to say he was a great kisser. And a very passionate one too. He pulled me closer and closer, until he maneuvered me under him on the couch and his warm, strong body bent over mine. His hands always touched me exactly where I wanted to feel them most. As if he could read my body. His big hands kept me safe on the couch while we kissed wildly. I caught myself completely lost in his touches and kisses again. But I didn't mind now that I felt his body so warm and firm on top of me.
'Shall we continue this in the bedroom, darling?' He took me gently but decisively in his arms and lifted me off the couch. I let out a little scream as he walked to the bedroom with firm steps.
'You know I would never drop you. Never.' He kissed me again, holding me in his arms, and I wondered how strong he was. Slowly he put me on the bed and moved quickly over me. I saw in his eyes that he really wanted me. He had always been a passionate lover, but sometimes it frightened me to see it so clearly in his eyes. They were so dark and intense. But I knew him. I knew he always put my pleasure above his own. And that made me feel safe with him even now, even in bed together. Within seconds he had stripped me of my pants and sweater and my bra soon followed, leaving me only in my panties under him.
'You are so beautiful, so perfect.' He kneaded my breasts into his warm, big hands, and then moved closer. As his lips closed on my nipples, I sighed softly. Slowly I lowered my hand to his pants and I felt how excited he was. He was rock hard. As I fumbled awkwardly on his belt, I heard him chuckle.
'Shall I help you darling?' With a few quick movements, Raoul was also out of his clothes and lied on top of me, completely naked. I felt his fingers on my entrance soon enough, as he rubbed me gently. I felt how I responded to his touches and grew wet quite soon. If I had not been so distracted with his hands on my body, I would have felt ashamed at that. But not now, not with Raoul. His kisses kept me hypnotized as he gently entered me with his manhood, filling me up completely.
'We will continue to practise our baby making, my darling. Because I need you I need you so much and you need me.'
