Page 26 of His Secure Embrace
“What’s all this?” I asked as I closed the distance and kissed her neck. I placed my hands on her stomach as I pressed my semi-hard dick between the crack of her ass.
“James, you’re not about to drain me of my energy this early in the morning. I made us breakfast, and I plan to eat it as we share a cup of coffee. Can we do that?”
I nuzzled my nose into her neck and sniffed her scent. “I guess I’ll let you make it until after breakfast.”
“For someone this horny, you sure are playing a dangerous game.”
“What’s the dangerous game?”
“Fucking me raw,” she said in an even tone.
I laughed at her answer before I asked, “You think I’m scared to start a family with you?”
She shook her head. “You don’t have to be scared.”
“Good, because I’m not. I hope you got a little James growing in your womb right now after all the times I nutted in you. You and my kids will be loved unconditionally.”
“Jesus!”
“He’s in this house for sure.”
She giggled as she placed two biscuits on each plate. She divided up the delicious smelling food while I continued to kiss and rub on her. I was addicted to Brielle. If I could be in her skin, I would.
When our plates and coffees were made, we sat at the dining room table together. She had a grin on her face as she waited for me to take a bite of the food she’d prepared. I decided to tease her and take a sip of my coffee, grab a napkin, and examine the fork.
“James!”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Don’t piss me off, man. Take a bite of the food and tell me how it tastes, please.”
I chuckled and finally dug into the meal she’d cooked. I closed my eyes and marveled at the delicious taste of the eggs, the crispiness of the bacon, and the flavor of the hash browns.
“Damn, baby. You threw down. This shit is good as fuck.”
She grinned. “Thank you. You better not be lying, either.”
“One thing about me, I would never lie because I don’t like when folks lie to me.”
“Good.” She mixed her eggs and hash browns together on the plate. Then she crumbled her bacon into bits on top of the mixture. I didn’t mind my food touching, but as I watched her blatantly mix it all into a heaping mess on her plate, it caught me off guard.
“That’s an interesting method of eating,” I commented with an amused smirk tugging on my lips.
“Yeah, I’ve been doing this since I was a little girl. It’s something about mixing all my breakfast food into one all-you-can-eat bite that does something for my spirit. It’s really only my breakfast food that I do it with. I can’t stand it with any other meal, honestly.”
“That’s . . . something.”
“Don’t judge me.”
“I ain’t gon’ lie. I’m judging a little.”
“Well, I’ll leave right now.”
“Why would you do that?” I asked with a deep frown on my lips.
“I don’t wanna be anywhere I’m being judged.”
“Touche,” I replied.
