Kash
Icame home, and Mila didn’t hear me again. I swear she gets so in her head that she doesn’t always stay aware of her surroundings. She gets focused on one thing, and everything else around her fades away. Other times, she’s got five things going at once, and it’s a struggle trying to keep up with what she’s doing next.
I tried to help her one morning in the kitchen, but that quickly turned into a disaster. Every time I tried to move around, I kept bumping into her, and instead of asking for a task, I tried to guess what she needed me to do. It’s safe to say it didn’t go well and, I learned my lesson.
The kitchen is definitely Mila’s domain. That’s okay; I’ll just reap the benefits of that.
Dancing with her in my arms, I pull her tighter against me. Her small fingers are held against my chest, and I can smell vanilla and orange every time I take a breath. It’s going to be yet another scent I'll associate with her. Mila’s smaller frame makes it a little hard to dance. I could probably rest my chin on her head, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it. Rotating in a circle with my girl, I wonder how long we can stay here. This kitchen is so small, and I want her to have more.
She doesn’t know it, but I’ve had Emma help me look for a home. Her apartment is done, but I don’t want her going back. I want her to rent it out and stay with me, but I need to offer her something better. Even after fixing the shop from Bri’s bullshit, I still have a decent chunk in savings. Somehow, a lawyer got in contact with Emma shortly after I turned eighteen. He explained there was money from my dad’s life insurance, and they couldn’t find my mother, so as his next of kin, they had been looking for me. I didn’t say anything to theguys about it, and Emma promised she wouldn’t. She just told me to not be stupid with it.
I was a little stupid, but Emma helped me put the bulk of it away. I have a little over fifty thousand dollars in my savings account, which should give me a decent downpayment on a home for Mila and me. I want her to have the kitchen of her dreams, and a yard for our kids to safely play in. It just so happens that a split-level house on Emma’s street went on the market. I looked at it yesterday, and it’s perfect. I already put an offer in; now I just have to wait a few days to hear what the owners think. They’re friends with Emma, so I’m hopeful she’ll put in a good word for me.
Mila sighs against my chest, and I wrap my arms tighter around her. The peace she offers me by simply existing is indescribable. When Mila told me she wanted romance and dancing in the kitchen, I spent hours going through music online. I probably have nine hours’ worth of songs on a playlist, just waiting for a reason to be played. Everything from soft and soulful, to filthy and fast.
Bringing our joined hands closer, I kiss her fingertips again. Mila shakes her head at me, and I swear I can hear her mutterCasanova. As I hold Mila against my body, my cock hardens. It’s impossible not to get hard when she’s this close. Her soft curves are flush against mine, and I’d give anything to feel all of her.
I need more moments like this with Mila. Since the shop reopened, we’ve been busier than ever, and it’s been a challenge to be home like I was before. I’m grateful for that time because it gave us the foundation we needed, but now I’m greedy. I want more.
As the song ends, Mila starts to step back, but I grab her waist, halting her movement. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I didn’t realize you wanted to keep dancing. I still have things to clean up.”
Tightening my hold on her waist, I lift her onto the counter, shoving bowls and ingredients out of the way.
“Kash!” she exclaims, reaching for an orange that’s about to roll onto the floor. “Youlunatic.”
Stepping between her legs, I lean my forehead against hers. Inch by inch, I graze my hands up her waist, to the underside of her breasts, then smirk when her breath hitches and she tenses. I kiss her softly, then pull back. “You seem to like calling me that word,” I murmur, nipping her bottom lip gently with my teeth.
Closing her eyes, I watch Mila take a deep breath. When she opens them, she says, “That’s because you are a lunatic.”
I cup her face in my palms, gently stroking her cheek with my thumb as she melts against me. Crashing my lips to hers, I steal the breath she was about to take. The kiss is anything but soft. My lips are demanding and hard against hers. My tongue runs along the seam of her lips, wanting entrance. Mila’s surprised sound spurs me on and gives me access to her sweet mouth.
Tilting her head, I thread my fingers through her hair. She whines against me, but she shouldn’t worry. I’ll give her everything she needs. My dick is hard, straining against my pants, begging to come out. Mila’s sweet little pussy is level with my cock, and the way she groans as I grind against her is fucking music to my ears. I may have to add the sound to my playlist.
She leans into my body, meeting my hips every time they move against hers. We’d be fucking if it weren’t for these stupid clothes. Pulling back, I tear my shirt over my head, not caring where it lands. Her eyes roam over my chest, and I swear the way she eye-fucks me never gets old. I can practically hear her dirty thoughts because they no doubt match mine.
Pulling Mila’s shirt over her head, I toss that to the side too. She should never wear clothes around me anyway. I play with her breasts through her bra, then yank a cup down to latch my lips around her nipple. Mila swears when I tug a peak into my mouth, making me grin.
“Are you seriously smiling right now?” Her breaths come out in short pants. “You’re so—” Her voice morphs into a moan as I gently nip her with my teeth, then run my tongue across it. Reaching behindher, I unhook her bra and let her tits spill into my hands. It joins the discarded pile that’s accumulating on the kitchen floor.
“I’m what?” I demand, squeezing her breasts in my palm. Kissing up her neck, I lean into her ear and whisper, “What am I, Mila? Tell me.”
She shudders, pushing her hips into me, no doubt seeking friction.
“See, I think you like me being a lunatic. I think you like the way I touch your body. The way I own you. The way I won’t let anyone else have you.” Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I bite down briefly before releasing it. She shivers beneath my touch, and fuck—that feels victorious. Running my nose across her neck, I murmur, “Tell me, Sunshine, if I were to stick my fingers in your pussy right now, how soaked would you be?”
Pulling back from me, Mila’s expression is full of lust, edged with a dare. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Not needing to be told twice, I reach out to grab the waistband of her leggings, yanking them down her thighs. I can’t wait to bury my face in her pussy but a glint on the counter catches my eye. Snatching up the scissors from the counter, I hold them up, her eyes widening. “What are?—”
Sliding the blade under her panties, I cut one side off her hip, then the other, letting the fabric drag down. I drop to my knees, my eyes never leaving hers, and use my teeth to finish removing them from her skin. Her sharp inhale spurs me on as I tuck her panties into my pocket and lean forward to spread her legs wider. “Let me see my pussy, baby. Show me that pretty pink slit.” Mila situates her legs over my shoulders without asking, and heat fills my chest. My girl is learning. It doesn’t matter that her face is stained red with blush; she isn’t afraid to spread her legs and demand what she wants. Fuck me if that isn’t hot as hell.
I tease a finger at her entrance, then slide in with no resistance. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Mila.” I drag my tongue flat against her as I add a second one. Her head leans back, bumping off the cabinet.
“Oh my God,Kash. We shouldn’t do this here. It’s not sanitary.”
Pulling back from her, I kiss her inner thighs one at a time, never removing my hand. “Don’t you worry, Sweet Girl,” I purr, crooking my fingers so they curl inside of her. “I’ll help you clean up any mess. Now, lie back, and don’t you dare take your eyes off me.”
