Stretching, I reach across the bed and feel only empty space. Samuel made it home just a few days before Valentine's Day and we'd celebrated his return well into the night. I expected to still be curled around his warmth. The clock reads only seven o'clock.
Noise from the kitchen takes me in that direction. Sweet Jesus, the sight is truly one to behold. Samuel naked, whisking cream in a bowl positioned right where I want to be.
He sees me peek around the door and gifts me with his smile. "I didn't want to wake you. I planned to bring breakfast back to bed for you."
I shrug. Seeing him like this makes me hungry. "Let me help." I reach out to take the bowl from him and dip my finger into the mixture to taste. "Mmm, whipped cream."
"For the waffles," he answers my unspoken question as his eyes follow the movement of my finger.
I suck the cream off and dip it again before I draw patterns down his torso and along the ridges of his stomach. Licking my lips, I continue the cream trail down to his cock as I prepare for my feast.
© Paloma Beck, Tantalizing Tuesdays 2013