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“Oops. Let me clean this up. Mm,” I say as I swallow then lean forward and lick the droplet of sweetness from her collar and watch her eyes widen.

I feed her some sausage and then eat some.

Another two bites and I want more of my delicious mate.

“Fun with food,” I mutter before I put her on my lap, straddling me. I grasp both sides of the shirt and pull them up to divest her of the fabric. I toss the shirt and grab the jug of syrup.

Stacy’s eyes widen as I drizzle some syrup over her breasts.

I lick her nipple and then take another bite of waffle.

She’s a little shocked, but her eyes are alight with happiness.

“Fucking delicious,” I marvel and lick her again.

I pass her the syrup and give her a chin jerk.

Stunned, she looks at the bottle in her hand and chews her lip.

I wait.

She drizzles some on my shoulder and laps it up like a hungry kitten. And I feel the sensation in my cock.

I lift her by her hips to put her on her feet in front of me before I drop my sleeping pants and eyeball her with a smirk.

She stares at my dick as I grab the bottle from her and tip it over my crotch briefly before I set it down and wait.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she’s rooted in place.

“Gonna clean up your husband’s cock?”

She blinks a few times as something fearful hits her eyes and my chest at the same instant. But she clears her expression and shakily moves to her knees between my parted thighs.

“Hey?” I tip her chin up, not liking what I’m feeling from her.

She has a hangup about oral sex and I’m about to get angry and ask questions, ask if someone forced her, but as if sensing this, she clears her expression and timidly reaches for my wrist to remove my hand. She leans forward and tentatively puts her tongue to my root where she cleans up the drizzle of syrup.

If my head were clear right now I’d enjoy it. But the emotions coming from her block the sensations, so I lift her by her armpits and up into my arms, taking her to the couch where I gently lay her down and slide inside her.

Her expression relaxes, her muscles unclench, and I gently hold her jaw while kissing her, rocking gently into her over and over until she cries out, which makes my knot snap out, driving us over the edge.

13

Stacy

I don’t know if this amount of sex is normal or not, but we’ve been at it off and on all day.

He’s incredibly good at it. And I feel like I’m… not. I just let him do what he wants to do. I have a few ideas of what I’d do if I was brave enough to take the initiative. His carnal expression today when he drizzled the syrup on himself took me back to an ugly place for a moment, but he quickly changed tact and took me out of it.

I’m a little broken what with my unhappy introduction to sex, but I feel like he could change that. He already has, really. The way I enjoy it is still such a shock to me. Though I now know better than to point this out again.

It’s nighttime and he’s currently napping, looking incredibly sexy asleep on the couch with one arm thrown over his face. His muscled chest is on display, and I just want to curl up close to him and inhale the scent of his skin. Memorize it.

Because a little voice inside me keeps telling me that all this is at risk of being ripped away from me, that it can’t possibly be mine to keep. Whether that’ll be down to Wyatt ruining it or not, it all feels temporary, and I’m torn between enjoying it to its full capacity while it lasts and bracing for the worst.

He’s spent today lavishing me with affection, with orgasms. With his gorgeous smiles. With his body warmth. His purrs. It’s been a beautiful blur of a day.

Shortly after breakfast he asked me what sorts of movies I liked before he reached into a basket in the living room full of rolled blankets. He took one, carried me to the couch, set me down and snuggled in, wrapping the soft blanket over the two of us. I eyeballed the basket in the corner with the odd but strong urge to gather all those blankets along with any others in the house so I could arrange them on the floor for us in a sort-of blanket fort. But I didn’t suggest it; I just snuggled in, watching him sign up for a streaming service that gave us a buffet of movies.

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