“This apartment is much nicer than mine, plus your daughter is here for two weeks a month.”
“But maybe we’d need a bigger place when we get married.”
She knew what he might be referring to, hugging him tighter as she whispered, “Why?”
“I know this is still all new, Cindy, but I’m guessing discussing the big things isn’t a bad idea. So I’m wondering if you wanted children?” He felt her hot tears landing on his skin as she gripped his body even tighter. “Sorry, I don’t mean to make you cry,” he whispered.
“Happy tears, because I’d love to have kids, but I can’t.”
“So we adopt a couple of children to call our own. I’m sure we have enough love to share with my daughter, and then a couple of our children.”
“We’ll have to get married first.”
“If I said that idea didn’t scare me for a second, would that surprise you?”
“I already daydream about walking down the aisle towards you, Mark.” She kissed his cheek and snuggled into him. “I love you, and I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
*****
Six months later…
Looking around her empty apartment, she felt some sadness that she would be saying goodbye to somewhere she’d considered her safety net, but that was outweighed by the excitement that she was moving into a house with the man she loved. They’d started looking for their own place barely a month after they started seriously talking about finding their place, and with the housing market as it was, selling both their apartments and pooling their resources made the most sense.
His daughter, who she now loved as if she was her own daughter, was just as excited about the fact her daddy had bought a house. It was a four-bedroom house, large living room, modern kitchen and dining room, large bathroom, en-suite for the master bedroom, an office for Mark so he could occasionally work from home, a large backyard with an in-ground pool.
His ex-wife was now aware of her existence. She had apparently inundated Mark with questions and he’d rightly told her to fuck off. The only time she ever saw him loose his cool was in regards to her. He was never rude about his ex-wife in front of his daughter, but he was also aware his daughter wasn’t happy living with her mother. She knew Mark would have loved sole custody of her, but the courts would never agree, and one thing Mark would insist is that his ex-wife was a good mother.
“Ready to go, sweetie?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her neck. She wiped her cheeks more than once, not said to be leaving, but happy to be moving in with the man she hoped to call her husband one day.
“I’m ready. I’ve loved living here, but I’m more than looking forward to living somewhere else now.”
“I wasn’t as sad to leave my apartment, but I know what this place meant to you, Cindy.”
She turned in his arms and kissed him hard, moaning softly as his hands ended up on her arse. She loved feeling his hands all over her body. She loved being so desired by him. She loved the idea that she turned him on all the time. The fact he constantly pressed into her with his hard cock suggested he hadn’t tired of her yet. Their sex life was fantastic. Every night they were together was wonderful.
Finally breaking apart, the realtor knocked on the door. Handing over the keys, she knew the apartment wouldn’t be empty for long. The last things had been moved out of the apartment hours ago. Taking his hand, they walked downstairs and outside towards his car, turning to look back at the apartment block one last time.
“Going to miss this place?” he wondered.
“No, because I’m now making a home with the man I love,” she replied.
They had agreed to buy a house that was close enough to his old apartment that it wouldn’t be too awkward for him to drop his daughter off at school each morning and collect her from after school care. She would have loved to help out, but she didn’t have her own car. In fact, though she had a licence, she hadn’t driven a car in years.
Arriving outside their new home, Mark, his father and some of his friends had already moved everything they wanted inside the previous weekend. Opening the door, she found herself lifted in his arms as he carried her inside, giggling away as he carried her through their new house straight to the master bedroom. Sitting her down, he practically ripped her skirt off before lowering her panties, turning her over and burying his tongue between her cheeks.
“Baby,” she moaned.
“Emily won’t be here for another week. We’re christening every other room except hers before she gets here,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her shudder with excitement.
They stripped each other off before they resumed making out. Lying on his back, she spun around and was greeted by his hard cock. She swallowed most of it easily, and moaned when she felt his lips wrap around her girlcock in return. They didn’t enjoy a sixty-nine too often so it was the perfect way to start their first night in their new home.
Wrapping her lips tightly around his shaft, she loved the moans he made as she fondled his balls at the same time, slowly but surely swallowing more and more of his cock until he would have felt the tightness of her throat. She loved taking his cock as deep in her throat as possible, and sometimes, he couldn’t help slowly thrust into her mouth at the same time.
His lips around her girlcock was a pleasant distraction, though he soon left that alone to bury his tongue inside her arse again. After months being intimate, she’d learned he loved eating her arse before he made love to or fucked her. When he spread her cheeks and buried a couple of fingers, she worked his cock and balls even hard, hoping to earn a load of cum before knowing she was going to be fucked later.
“Oh fuck yes,” he groaned, “I’m going to blow, sweetie.”
“Finger my arse, honey!”
She felt another finger inside her arse as she used all the tricks she had to earn her man’s cum. His fingers eventually disappeared as she spun around so she could see his eyes as he was about to climax. His hand, not previously inside her, ended up on the back of her head, knowing he was about to blow.
“Fuck,” he growled, “Oh fuck…”
She squealed when that first spurt went straight down her throat. Moving back up his shaft, the next spurt filled her mouth, tasting his cum again, eagerly gulping down each subsequent spurt. She stroked her girlcock at the same time, feeling her orgasm about to arrive. As soon as he was empty, she sat up and straddled his lap, his hand replacing hers, whimpering as she couldn’t help love his touch anywhere on her body.
“Baby,” she whispered, “I’m close too.”
“I love watching my girl cum.”
“Oh baby…”
She collapsed on his chest once her climax was over, both of them chuckling as they’d only just walked into the house, and were already naked and fooling around. It was a good excuse to re-test the en-suite shower, at least. Putting on what they called ‘house clothes’, neither of them bothered with underwear as they wandered around the house together, hand in hand, smiling away as this was now theirs. The first step to building a real life together.
They were practically living together before moving into their new house, as she was spending nearly all week at his apartment. She only returned to her apartment to collect more clothes and give Mark time with his daughter when Emily was with him. Mark assured her that Emily already adored her, and that Cindy would always be welcome to stay.
That first week living together was a dream, at least to her. She woke him up each morning with a blowjob, swallowing down his cum, before they showered together. How they were not both late for work, she didn’t know, as they couldn’t get enough of his each other. Three mornings out of five, he ended up fucking her in the shower, barely having time for breakfast before he was driving her to the station, dropping her off, as he drove in another direction to his office.
His daughter arrived to stay for her usual two weeks after netball on the Saturday. She hugged Cindy tightly as always. Mark always watched with a smile, having told her that the only concern he’d had was that he wanted to see his daughter have a good relationship with the woman he chose as his next partner. The fact Emily had known Cindy as daddy’s friend first, and was now daddy’s girlfriend and living with him, showed to Emily that her daddy was in a serious relationship. Even at now eight years old, she was still very young but understood the changes taking place.
Cindy knew things had to scale back slightly whenever Emily was living with them, but it never stopped herself and Mark making love every night, they just had to be a little quieter, though Emily had chosen a room further away from the master bedroom than expected. Cindy had helped Emily decorate her room, which had only brought the two closer together.
Mark had asked if she was okay with organising a little housewarming party while his daughter was with them. Cindy thought it was wonderful, so both had organised with their friends to come over two weeks after they’d moved in. She always joined Mark and Emily when he took her to netball on a Saturday morning, standing on the side of the court next to him as they cheered her on. The ex-wife and her new partner was there, and she noticed that the two former partners barely exchanged pleasantries. It wasn’t uncomfortable, Mark being polite when necessary, but it was obvious to anyone watching that the two were not friends.