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Authors: Caris Roane
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he could go to her and she would make him smile.
He leaned over and she poured the crème rinse on his hair and worked it through every strand all the way to the ends as she had done her own hair.
He wanted to touch her, but she was all business. She rinsed her hair, then without a word, she left the shower. She dried off and wrapped her hair up, then simply padded from the bathroom, her bottom moving in the most exotic way as she disappeared from view.
Realizing he could no longer see her, that she had somehow escaped his touch, he felt panicky, afraid on some level that she would vanish. He almost stumbled from the shower and toweled off. He was still a bit damp in parts when he went into the bedroom.
He paused on the threshold. She was on the bed, the covers turned all the way back to the footboard, and still very naked. She was kneeling but sitting back on her heels. In front of her was a tray of fruit and cheese and two small glasses of white wine.
She had provided him an elegant feast. Did she understand what she was doing? What it meant to a man to have a woman feed him? Of course, she did own a bakery, so perhaps on a very intuitive level, she understood how critical it was to provide food to the community, even a realm community.
“Please, Gerrod, come and make yourself comfortable. If you don’t want to eat, you don’t have to, although there are other things besides these fruits and cheeses that might be equally palatable to you.”
He had lived a long time.
He had heard double entendres in every form imaginable.
Maybe it was because she was naked, or that she had brought him food to eat, but these words pleased him to no end, and once more brought him to attention.
Her gaze fell. He had to support himself as he walked. He thumbed the tip of his cock and watched her eyes widen.
“I would feed you as well, Abigail, if it would please you.”
Her nipples had become hard pebbles once more and a flush covered her cheeks. “I am very torn,” she said. “For these figs look wonderful. But on the other hand, I want nothing more than to be fed.” She unwound the towel from her damp curls and let it fall behind her.
“And so you shall be.” He crawled across the bed, careful not to disturb the tray. He drew up beside her on his knees.
She turned her shoulder into him and planted her hand on his thigh. She leaned just a little and parted her lips.
He tilted his pelvis and slipped his cock into her mouth. He fed her slowly, one inch at a time. She didn’t suck but held her tongue beneath him and moved in a little erotic ripple. He groaned. He pulled out then pushed in again slowly. He met her gaze as she looked up at him.
I feel your vibration, she said, tapping his telepathic frequency.
How does it feel?
Wonderful. It’s made my lips and tongue tingle.
Her mouth began to close around him and this time when he withdrew she suckled him. His back arched and he almost came.
He withdrew and took a series of strong breaths.
She didn’t move. He believed she understood his dilemma.
“Imagine,” she said at last.
He looked down at her. “Imagine what?”
“Imagine, I just had so much to eat, and yet I’m still hungry.”
He chuckled.
“Now, why don’t you stretch out on your side and let me feed you bits of fruit and cheese.”
He ended up curling his large body around hers. She took her time and placed a slice of strawberry on his tongue. Then a little jack cheese. Apple and cheddar. Figs and gorgonzola. She handed him his glass of wine.
He drank.
She ate as well and drank.
He touched her waist and slid his hand down to caress her bottom. She arched as though it gave her pleasure so he kept his hand low.
When moisture collected at the tips and threatened to drip down her back, he wiped at her hair.
She did the same for him.
He was surprised how hungry he was, even more so when the plate of food was finally gone.
He stared at the barren grape cluster. He had long-forgotten his
He leaned over and she poured the crème rinse on his hair and worked it through every strand all the way to the ends as she had done her own hair.
He wanted to touch her, but she was all business. She rinsed her hair, then without a word, she left the shower. She dried off and wrapped her hair up, then simply padded from the bathroom, her bottom moving in the most exotic way as she disappeared from view.
Realizing he could no longer see her, that she had somehow escaped his touch, he felt panicky, afraid on some level that she would vanish. He almost stumbled from the shower and toweled off. He was still a bit damp in parts when he went into the bedroom.
He paused on the threshold. She was on the bed, the covers turned all the way back to the footboard, and still very naked. She was kneeling but sitting back on her heels. In front of her was a tray of fruit and cheese and two small glasses of white wine.
She had provided him an elegant feast. Did she understand what she was doing? What it meant to a man to have a woman feed him? Of course, she did own a bakery, so perhaps on a very intuitive level, she understood how critical it was to provide food to the community, even a realm community.
“Please, Gerrod, come and make yourself comfortable. If you don’t want to eat, you don’t have to, although there are other things besides these fruits and cheeses that might be equally palatable to you.”
He had lived a long time.
He had heard double entendres in every form imaginable.
Maybe it was because she was naked, or that she had brought him food to eat, but these words pleased him to no end, and once more brought him to attention.
Her gaze fell. He had to support himself as he walked. He thumbed the tip of his cock and watched her eyes widen.
“I would feed you as well, Abigail, if it would please you.”
Her nipples had become hard pebbles once more and a flush covered her cheeks. “I am very torn,” she said. “For these figs look wonderful. But on the other hand, I want nothing more than to be fed.” She unwound the towel from her damp curls and let it fall behind her.
“And so you shall be.” He crawled across the bed, careful not to disturb the tray. He drew up beside her on his knees.
She turned her shoulder into him and planted her hand on his thigh. She leaned just a little and parted her lips.
He tilted his pelvis and slipped his cock into her mouth. He fed her slowly, one inch at a time. She didn’t suck but held her tongue beneath him and moved in a little erotic ripple. He groaned. He pulled out then pushed in again slowly. He met her gaze as she looked up at him.
I feel your vibration, she said, tapping his telepathic frequency.
How does it feel?
Wonderful. It’s made my lips and tongue tingle.
Her mouth began to close around him and this time when he withdrew she suckled him. His back arched and he almost came.
He withdrew and took a series of strong breaths.
She didn’t move. He believed she understood his dilemma.
“Imagine,” she said at last.
He looked down at her. “Imagine what?”
“Imagine, I just had so much to eat, and yet I’m still hungry.”
He chuckled.
“Now, why don’t you stretch out on your side and let me feed you bits of fruit and cheese.”
He ended up curling his large body around hers. She took her time and placed a slice of strawberry on his tongue. Then a little jack cheese. Apple and cheddar. Figs and gorgonzola. She handed him his glass of wine.
He drank.
She ate as well and drank.
He touched her waist and slid his hand down to caress her bottom. She arched as though it gave her pleasure so he kept his hand low.
When moisture collected at the tips and threatened to drip down her back, he wiped at her hair.
She did the same for him.
He was surprised how hungry he was, even more so when the plate of food was finally gone.
He stared at the barren grape cluster. He had long-forgotten his
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