Page 48 of Papa's Beloved

She gives me a pouty face.

“I’ll keep your fire running, baby. Trust me?”

“You know it.”

I pick her up and carry her into the kitchen, sitting her on the counter instead of in a chair.

“I’ll be right back.”

I head for the fridge, grabbing eggs, leftover crab, veggies, cheese, and butter. After sitting them on the counter, I grab bowls, utensils, and my big cast iron skillet. With all the ingredients and tools gathered, the last thing I get is a stool. I move my woman to the stool and stand behind her.

I wrap my arms around her, putting the knife in one of her hands. I wrap my hand around her. I put the scallions on the chopping board, holding them the same way we’re holding the knife. We slowly cut the shallot. Once we have a rhythm going, I kiss her neck and nibble on her ears.

“Will you chop up the rest of the veggies, baby?”

“I will.”

I arrange the vegetables for easy reach: parsley, chives, and two types of mushrooms. I chose blue oyster for its bacon-y flavor and hen of the woods because it pairs well with seafood. Besides the vegetables, there’s jowl bacon and crab to go in the frittata we’re making.

Nay begins to chop and I begin to nibble. I nibble on her ears and neck. I nibble her collarbone and the back of her neck. She’s squirming in her seat.

I sidle up to her ear and whisper. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

I stand behind her, sliding my arms around her. I unbutton her jeans, then pull down the zipper. I pause long enough to do a visual check in to make sure it’s not too much. She is wielding a knife, after all.

“Are you doing okay, Beloved?”

“Yes. You always have your safe word if you need it. Please use it if you think you can’t cut while I work.”

She laughs. “I got steady hands, baby. Do your worst.”

I looked to see that she was nearly done with chopping. Damn, she wasn’t kidding about having a steady hand. I slip my hand down the front of her jeans. I run my fingers across the top of her silky panties before sliding down to feel her. She’s soaked.

“Damn baby. Is this all for me?”

“Yes.”

I slide one long finger inside of her. She gasps, but never stops chopping the food. Her juices slicken my finger, making it easy to slide inside her tight little pussy. When I’m sure she can handle the pace. I add a second finger. Nay moans and leans back against me, her eyes never leaving her work. Her breaths are coming faster. I thumb her clit in lazy circles. Nay’s breaths come in pants as she tries to focus on what she’s doing and not how I’m making her feel.

When she is close to tipping over the edge, I pull back.

“I’m going to wash up, saute everything, then assemble and put in the oven. After that I’m going to eat that tasty fucking pussy until you scream loud enough Hollywood has to cover his kids' ears.”

She laughs. It’s a throaty, sexy laugh. We both know the rooms are soundproofed. No one is hearing shit. With reluctance, I remove my hand from her pants. I leave her jeans as is and wash my hands. I make quick work of rendering the bacon, then use the grease to saute the vegetables. While the vegetables are cooking, I crack the eggs, add heavy cream and throw them in the blender to make them extra fluffy.

Assembly doesn’t take long. I put the cast iron pan in the oven and set the timer. As soon as it’s set, I pick Nay up from the chair and put her back on the counter. I make quick work of removing her boots, socks, jeans, and panties. When her stomach rumbles again, I grab a banana and hand it to her.

“You want me to eat this now.”

“You’re recovering. You can eat while I eat or I’ll wait until you're done.”

She peels the banana and takes a bite before wiggling her ass. I chuckle before dropping into a crouch in front of her bare pussy. First thing I do is inhale deeply.

“Beloved, you smell good enough to eat.”

And I do, plunging my tongue into her wetness so I can get a good taste. She makes a muffled scream. I smile before lapping at her juices. I lick her lower lips before sucking them into my mouth. I graze my teeth across them, eliciting more moans from my woman.

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