“A little, but just the normal amount for the morning after anal.”
“Good. Bend over more so I can see your clit.”
She braced her elbows on the counter and tilted her pelvis.
Gentle, bare fingers gripped and spread her labia. She moaned as he carefully examined her clit, even pushing back the hood a little.
“Any pain.”
“N-no, but I’m so—ah!” He’d stroked the glans directly and the pleasure was like an electrical shock.
“You’re so what?”
“Sensitive.”
“Good.”
He rose, hands trailing up her thighs and ass. Then he spun her around and set her down on the counter.
“That’s cold!” she yelped.
He chuckled, then cupped and examined her breasts and nipples as she leaned back on her hands. She answered his questions about how her nipples felt, and he rewarded her with a closed-mouth kiss to each nipple.
He stopped touching her and she waited, hoping. A second later she heard him brushing his teeth. The mood shifted, butshe wasn’t entirely disappointed, because this was intimate in a different way.
“I wish I could watch you.”
He spit before saying, “You want to watch me brush my teeth? Okay, that’s a bit of an odd kink.”
“Kink-shaming?” She shook her head in mock disappointment. “I expected better from you.”
He jerked her knees apart, making her yelp in surprise. One hand cupped her waist, while the other cradled her neck.
He kissed her hard and deep. It was a claiming, a statement of ownership. He tasted like toothpaste, and the man she loved. And when he pulled back, she felt floaty and… loved.
“Good morning, Cessie.”
“Good morning, Leon.” She leaned forward blindly, smiling when he positioned himself perfectly so her lips touched his in a soft, chaste kiss. “I love you.”
He stilled as if surprised and she hated that she couldn’t see his expression.
“I love you, too.” His words ached with the truth of it.
Inside the hood, her eyes started to well with tears.
An awkward silence descended.
“Breakfast.” He helped her off the counter. “Then we’ll get back in bed for a while.”
“Can I be in the kitchen with you while you get it ready?”
Again, embarrassment bit at her, but why? Why was she embarrassed to tell the man who was both her boyfriend and her Dom that she wanted to be near him?
She knew the answer, but refused to voice it even in the quiet of her mind as he led her out of the bedroom. She sat on the counter as he cooked eggs and bacon. When she suggested some fruit or veggies for fiber, he grumbled about living with a doctor and passed her a bowl of oranges and a bag of washed grapes. She peeled the oranges and split them into segments,then plucked the grapes off their stems, making a rather odd fruit salad, all by touch.
“Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat outside.”
She stilled. “Outside?”
